Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat
With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart,
Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
4. Then what is man! And what man seeing this,
And having human feelings, does not blush
And hang his head, to think himself a man?
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd,
5. No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estimation priz'd above all price;
1 had much rather be myself the slave,
And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
We have no slaves at home-then why abroad?
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave
That parts us, are emancipate and loos'd.
6. Slaves cannot breathe in England: if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein
Of all your empire: that where Britain's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
CHAPTER IV.
DESCRIPTIVE PIECES.
SECTION.I.—THE MORNING IN SUMMER.
1. THE meek-ey'd mo1n appears, mother of dews,
At first faint gleaming in the dappled east ;
Till far o'er ether spreads the wid'ning glow ;
And from before the lustre of her face
White break the clouds away. With quicken'd step Brown night retires: young day pours it apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. 2. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn. Blue, thro' the dusk, the smoking currents shine ; And from the bladed field, the fearful hare Limps awkward: while along the forest-glade The wild deer trip, and often turning, gaze At early passenger. Musick awakes
The native voice of undissembled joy;
And thick around the woodland hymns arise.
3. Rous'd by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves
His mossy cottage where with peace he dwells;
And from the crowded fold, in order, drives
His flock to taste the verdue of the morn.
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake;
And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy
The cool the fragrant, and the silent hour,
To meditation due and sacred song?
For is there ought in sleep can charm the wise? 4. To lie in dead oblivion losing half
The fleeting momen's of too short a life;
Total extinction of th' enlightened soul!
Or else to feverish vanity alive
Wilder'd, and tossing thro' distemper'd dreams?
Who would in such a gloomy state, remain
Longer than nature craves; when ev'ry muse
And every blooming pleasure waits without,
To bless the wildly devious morning walk?"
SECTION II.- RURAL SOUNDS, AS WELL AS RURAL SIGHTS DE
1. NOR rural sights alone, but rural sounds
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of langaid nature. Mighty winds,
That sweep the skirt of some far spreading wood
Of ancient growth, make musick, not unlike
The dash of ocean on his winding shore,
And lull the spirit while they fill the mind,
Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast,
And all their leaves fast flutt'ring all at once.
2. Nor less composure waits upon the roar
Of distant floods; or on the softer voice
Of neighb'ring fountain; or of rills that slip
Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall
Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length
In matted grass, that, with a livelier green,
Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Nature inanimate employs s veet sounds;
But animated nature sweeter still,
To sooth and satisfy the human ear.
3. Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one
The live-long night. Nor these alone, whose notes
Nice finger'd ́art must emulate in vain;
But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime,
In still repeated circles, screaming loud,
The jay the pye, and ev'n the boding owl
That ails the rising moon, have charms for me.
Sounds inharmonions in themselves, and harsh,
Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns,
And only there, please highly for their sake.
SECTION II-THE ROSE.
1. THE rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a shower, Which Mary to Anna convey'd;
The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r,
And weigh'd down its beautiful head.
2. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And seem'd to a fanciful view.
To weep for the buds it had left, with regret,
On the flourishing bush where it grew.
3. I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd;
And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!
I snap'd it-it fell to the ground.
4. And such, I exclaim'd, is the pittless part,
Some act by the delicate mind,
Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart,
Already to sorrow resign'd.
5. This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile: And the tear that is wip'd with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
SECTION IV.- -CARE OF BIRDS FOR THEIR YOUNG.
1. As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,
Not to be tempted from her tender task,
Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth delight,
'Tho' the whole loosen'd spring around her blows,
Her sympathizing partner takes his stand
High on the opponent bank, and ceaseless sings
The tedious time away; or else supplies.
Her place a moment, while she sudden flits
To pick the scanty meal.
Th' appointed time
With pious toil fulfill'd the callow young,
Warm'd and expanded into perfect life,
Their brittle bondage break, and come to light,
A helpless family, demanding food
- With constant clamour. O what passions then,
What melting sentiments of kindly care,
On the new parents seize!
Away they fly
Affectionate, and undesiring, bear.
The most delicious morsel to their young;
Which equally distributed, again
The search begins. Even so a gentle pair
By fortune sunk, but form'd of gen'rous mould,
And charm'd with cares beyond the vulgar breast,
- In some lone cot amid the distant woods,
Sustain❜d alone by providential Heav'n,
Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train,
Check their own appetites, and give them all.
SECTION V-LIBERTY AND SLAVERY CONTRASTED.
A LETTER WRITTEN FROM ITALY BY ADDISON.
. How has kind Heav'n adorn'd the happy land,
And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful hand;
But what avail her unexhausted stores,
Her blooming mountains, and her sunny shores,
With all the gifts that heav'n and earth impart,
The smiles of nature, and the charms of art,
While proud oppression in her vallies reigns,
And tyranny usurps her happy plains!
The poor inhabitant beholds in vain.
ne redd'ning orange and the swelling grain;
Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines,
And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines.
2. Oh. Liberty, thon pow'r supremely bright,
Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight!
Perpetual pleasures in thy presence reign;
And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train.
Eas'd of her load, subjection grows more light;
And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight.
Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay;
Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day.
3. On foreign mountains, may the sun refine
The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine;
With citron groves adorn a distant soil,
And the fat olive swell with floods of oil :
We envy not the warmer clime, that lies
In ten degrees of more indulgent skies;
Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine,
Tho' oler our heads the frozen Pleiads shine:
'Tis liberty that crowns Britannia's Isle,
And makes her barren rocks, and her bleak mountains smile.
A PARAPHRASE ON THE 13th CHAP
TER OF THE FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS
1. DID sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,
Than ever man pronounc'd or angel sung;
Had Fall knowledge human and divine,
That thought can reach, or science can define;
And had I power to give that knowledge birth,
In all the speeches of the babbling earth;
Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire,
To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire;
Or had I faith like that which Israel saw,
When Moses gave them miracles and law:
Yet, gracious charity, indulgent guest,
Were not thy pow'r exerted in my breast;
Those speeches would send up unheeded pray'r;
That scorn of life would be but wild despair;
A cymbal's sound were better than my voice;
My faith were form; my eloquence were noise.
2. Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind,
Softens the high and rears the abject mind;
Knows with just reins, and gentle hand to guide
Betwixt vile shame, and arbitrary pride.
Not soon provok'd she easily forgives;
And much she suffers, as she much believes.
Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives;
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even ;
And opens in each beart a little heav'n.
3. Each other gift, which God on man bestows,
Its proper bounds, and due restriction knows;
To one fix'd purpose dedicates its pow'r;
And finishing its act, exists no more.
Thus, in obedience to what Heav'n decrees,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease;
But lasting charity's more ample sway,
Nor bound by time. nor subject to decay,
In happy triumph shall for ever live;
And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive
4. As through the artist's intervening glass,
Our eye observes the distant planets pass;
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