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Wilh'd Spring returns; and from the hazy south,
While dim Aurora slowly moves before,
The welcome sun, just verging up at first,
By small degrees extends the swelling curve !
Till seen at last for gay rejoicing months,

Still round and round, his spiral course he winds,
And as he nearly dips his flaming orb,
Wheels up again, and reafcends the sky.
In that glad season from the lakes and floods,

pure Niemi's * fairy mountains rise,
And fring’d with roses † Tenglio rolls his stream,
They draw the copious fry. With these, at eve,
They chearful-loaded to their tents repair ;
Where, all day long in useful cares employ'd,
Their kind unblemish'd wives the fire prepare.

Thrice happy race ! by poverty secur'd
From legal plunder and rapacious power:
In whom fell interest never yer has sown
The seeds of vice : whose spotless swains ne'er knew

* M. de Maupertuis, in his book on the Figure of the Earth, after having described the beautiful lake and mountain of Niemi in Lapland, says," From this

height we had opportunity several times to see those vapours rise from the lake, which the people of the country call Haltios, and which they deem to be the guardian fpirits of the mountains.' We had been

frighted with stories of bears that haunted this place, " but saw none.

It seemed rather a place of resort for “ Fairies and Genii, than bears.”

+ The fame author observes-" I was surprized to “ see upon the banks of this river (the Tenglio) roses “ of as lively a red as any that are in our gardens.".




Injurious deed, nor, blasted by the breath

885 Of faithless love, their blooming daughters woe.

Still pressing on, beyond Tornêa's lake, And Hecla flaming through a waste of snow, And farthest Greenland, to the pole itself, Where, failing gradual, life at length goes out, 890 The Mufe expands her folitary flight; And, hovering o'er the wild ftupendous scene, Beholds new seas beneath * another sky. Thron'd in his palace of cerulean ice, Here Winter holds his unrejoicing court; And through his airy hall the loud misrule Of driving tempest is for ever heard : Here the grim tyrant meditates his wrath; Here arms his winds with all-subduing frost; Moulds his fierce hail, and treasures up his snows, 900 With which he now oppresses half the globe.

Thence winding eastward to the Tartar's coast, She fweeps the howling margin of the main ; Where undissolving, from the first of time, Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky; And icy mountains high on mountains pild, Seem to the shivering failor from afar, Shapeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds. Projected huge, and horrid, o'er the surge, Alps frown on Alps ; or rushing hideous down, 910 As if old Chaos was again return'd, Wide-rend the deep, and shake the solid pole. * The other hemisphere.



Ocean itself no longer can resist
The binding fury; but, in all its rage
Of tempest taken by the boundless frost,

Is many a fathom to the bottom chain'd,
And bid to roar no more: a bleak expanse,
Shagg’d o'er with wavy rocks, chearless, and void
Of every life, that from the dreary months
Flies conscious fouthward. Miserable they! 920
Who, here entangled in the gathering ice,
Take their last look of the descending fun;
While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost,
The long long night, incumbent o’er their heads,
Falls horrible. Such was the * Briton's fate, 925
As with first prow, (what have not Briton's dar'd!)
He for the passage fought, attempted since
So much in vain, and seeming to be shut
By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
In these fell regions, in Arzina caught,

930 And to the stony deep his idle ship Immediate seal'd, he with his hapless crew, Each full-exerted at his several task, Froze into statues; to the cordage glued The sailor, and the pilot to the helm.

935 Hard by these shores, where scarce his freezing stream Rolls the wild Oby, live the last of men; And half-enliven’d by the distant fun, That rears and ripens man, as well as plants, Here human nature wears its rudeft form.


* Sir Hugh Willoughby, sent by Queen Elizabeth to discover the north-east passage.


Deep from the piercing season funk in caves,
Here by dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer,
They waste the tedious gloom. Immers'd in furs,
Doze the gross race. Nor sprightly jest, nor song,
Nor tenderness they know; nor aught of life, 945
Beyond the kindred bears that stalk without.
Till morn at length, her roses drooping all,
Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields,
And calls the quiver'd favage to the chace.

What cannot active government perform, 950
New-moulding man? Wide-stretching from these shores,
A people savage from remotest time,
A huge neglected empire, one vast Mind,
By Heaven inspir’d, from Gothic darkness callid.
Immortal Peter! first of monarchs ! He

955 His stubborn country tam'd, her rocks, her fens, Her floods, her seas, her ill--submitting fons; And while the fierce Barbarian he subdued, To more exalted soul he rais'd the man. Ye shades of ancient heroes, ye who toil'd Through long successive ages to build-up A labouring plan of state, behold at once The wonder done! behold the matchless prince ! Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then A mighty shadow of unreal

power ;

965 Who greatly spurn'd the Nothful pomp of courts; And, roaming every land, in every port His fceptre laid aside, with glorious hand, Unwearied płying the mechanic tool, Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,


970 Of


Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.
Charg'd with the stores of Europe, home he goes;
Then cities rise amid th' illumin'd waste;
O'er joyless deserts smiles the rural reign;
Far-distant flood to flood is social join'd;

Th' astonish'd Euxine hears the Baltick roar;
Proud navies ride on seas that riever foam'd
With daring keel before; and armies stretch
Each way their dazzling files, repressing here
The frantic Alexander of the north,
And awing there ftern Othman's shrinking fons.
Sloth flies the land, and Ignorance, and Vice,
Of old dishonour proud : it glows around,
Taught by the Royal Hand that rouz'd the whole,
One fcene of arts, of arms, of rising trade :

985 For what his wisdom plann'd, and power enforc'd, More potent still, his great example shew'd.

Muttering, the winds at eve, with blunted point, Blow hollow-blustering from the south. Subdued, The frost refolves into a trickling thaw.

990 Spotted the mountains shine; loose sleet descends, And foods the country round. The rivers swell, Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the bills, O’er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once ; 995 And, where they rush, the wide-resounding plain Is left one slimy waste. Those fullen seas, That wafh'd th' ungenial pole, will rest no more Beneath the shackles of the mighty north; But, rouzing all their waves, resistless heave.



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