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From her first patriots and her heroes fprung,
Thyfond im ploring country turns her eye;
In thee, with all a mother's triumph, fees
Her every virtue, every grace combin'd,
Her genius, wisdom, her engaging turn,
Her pride of honour, and her courage try'd,
Calm, and intrepid, in the very throat

Of fulphurous war, on Teniers' dreadful field.
Nor less the palm of peace inwreathes thy brow :
For, powerful as thy sword, from thy rich tongue
Perfuafion flows, and wins the high debate ; .
While mix'd in the combine the chárm of youth, 940
The force of manhood, and the depth of age.
Thee, Forbes, too, whom every worth attends,
As truth fincere, as weeping friendship kind,
Thee, truly generous, and in filence great,
Thy country feels through her reviving arts, 945
Plann'd by thy wisdom, by thy soul inform’d;
And feldom has she known a friend like thee.

But see the fading many-colourd woods, Shade deepening over shade, the country round Imbrown ; á crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, 950 Of every hue, from wan-declining green To footy dark. These now the lonesome Muse, Low-whispering, lead into their leaf-ftrowni walks, And give the season in its latest view.

Meantime, light-shadowing all, a fober calm 955 Fleeces unbounded æther; whofe least wave Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn The gentle current: ' while illumin’d wide,


The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the fun,
And through their lucid veil his soften’d force 960
Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time,
For those whom wisdom and whom Nature charm,
To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd,
And foar above this little scene of things ;
To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet; 965
To soothe the throbbing passions into peace ;
And woo lone Quiet in her filent walks.

Thus solitary, and in pensive guise,
Oft let me wander o'er the rufset mead,
And through the sadden'd grove, where scarce is heard
One dying strain, to chear the woodman's toil.
Haply fome widow'd fongster pours his plaint,
Far, in faint warblings, through the tawny copse.
While congregated thrushes, linnets, larks,
And each wild throat, whofe artless strains so late 975
Swell'd all the music of the swarming shades,
Robb’d of their tuneful fouls, now shivering fit
On the dead tree, a full despondent flock;
With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes,
And nought save chattering discord in their note. 98
0, let not, aim'd from some inhuman eye,
The gun the music of the coming year
Destroy; and harmless, unsuspecting harm,
Lay the weak tribes a miserable prey,
In mingled murder, futtering on the ground ! 9.85

The pale descending year, yet pleasing ftill, A gentler '

mood inspires ; for now the leaf Incessant rustles from the mournful grove;


Oft startling such as, ftudious, walk below,
And slowly circles through the waving air. 990
But should a quicker breeze amid the boughs
Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams;
Till chọak'd, and matted with the dreary fhower,
The forest-walks, at every rising gale,
Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak. 995
Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields;
And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race
Their funny robes refign. Ev'n what remain'd
Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree;
And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around 1000
The desolated prospect thrills the foul.

He comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the Power
Of Philofophic Melancholy comes!
His near approach the sudden-starting tear,
The glowing cheek, the mild dejected air, 1005
The soften'd feature, and the beating heart,
Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, declare.
O'er all the foul his facred influence breathes !
Inflames imagination; through the breast
Infuses every tenderness; and far
Beyond dim earth exalts the swelling thought.
Ten thousand thousand fleet ideas, such
As never mingled with the vulgar dream,
Crowd fast into the Mind's creative eye.
As fast the correspondent paffions rise,

1013 As varied, and as high : Devotion rais'd To rapture, and divine astonishment; The love of nature unconfin'd, and, chief,



Of human race; the large ambitious wish,
To make them bleft; the sigh for suffering worth 1020
Lost in obfcurity; the noble scorn
Of tyrant-pride; the fearless great resolve;
The wonder which the dying patriot draws,
Inspiring glory through remotest time;
Th' awaken'd throb for virtue, and for fame;

1025 The sympathies of love, and friendship dear; With all the focial offspring of the heart.

Oh, bear me to vast embowering shades, To twilight groves, and visionary vales; To weeping grottoes, and prophetic glooms 1030 Where angel forms athwart the folemn dusk Tremendous sweep, or seem to sweep along; And voices more than human, through the void Deep-founding, seize th' enthusiastic ear!

Or is this gloom too much? Then lead, ye powers, That o'er the garden and the rural seat Preside, which shining through the chearful land In countless numbers blest Britannia sees ; 0, lead me to the wide-extended walks, The fair majestic paradife of Stowe * !

1040 Not Persian Cyrus on Ionia’s shore E’er saw such sylvan scenes; such various art By genius fir'd, such ardent genius tam'd By cool judicious art; that, in the strife, All-beauteous Nature fears to be outdone.

1045 And there, O Pitt, thy country's early boast,

* The seat of the Lord Viscount Cobham.



There let me fit beneath the shelter'd slopes, Or in that * Temple where, in future times, Thou well shalt merit a distinguish'd name; And, with thy converse blest, catch the last smiles 1050 Of Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods. While there with thee th' inchanted round I walk, The regulated wild, gay Fancy then Will tread in thought the groves of Attic Land; Will from thy standard taste refine her own, Correct her pencil to the purest truth Of Nature, or, the unimpaffion'd shades Forsaking, raise it to the human mind. Or if hereafter she, with juster hand, Shall draw the tragic scene, instruct her thou, 1060 To mark the varied movements of the heart, What every decent character requires, And every passion speaks : 0, through her strain Breathe thy pathetic eloquence! that moulds Th' attentive senate, charms, persuades, exalts, 1065 Of honest zeal th' indignant lightning throws, o And shakes corruption on her venal throne. While thus we talk, and through Elysian Vales Delighted rove, perhaps a figh escapes : What pity, Cobham, thou thy verdant files 1070 Of order'd trees shouldst here inglorious range, Instead of squadrons flaming o'er the field, And long embattled hofts ! when the proud foe, The faithless vain disturber of mankind,

* The temple of Virtue in Stowe Gardens.


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