The various Ills of Life. Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierc'd by wintry winds, shrink into the sordid hut How many Of cheerless poverty. How many shake 335 With all the fiercer tortures of the mind, Unbounded passion, madness, guilt, remorse; 340 Whence tumbled headlong from the height of life, They furnish matter for the tragic Muse. Ev'n in the vale where wisdom loves to dwell, 345 With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, 350 Miseries of a Prison. The social tear would rise, the social sigh; And here can I forget the generous band, Who, touch'd with human woe, redressive search'd Unpitied, and unheard, where misery moans Where sickness pines; where thirst and hunger burn, And poor misfortune feels the lash of vice. While in the land of liberty, the land Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom, little tyrants rag'd; 365 Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth; The free-born BRITON to the dungeon chain'd, Or, as the lust of cruelty prevail'd, At pleasure mark'd him with inglorious stripes; And crush'd out lives, by secret barbarous ways, That for their country would have toil'd, or bled. 375 O great design! if executed well, With patient care, and wisdom-temper'd zeal. Ye sons of mercy! yet resume the search; Wolves descending from Drag forth the legal monsters into light, Much still untouch'd remains; in this rank age, The toils of law, (what dark insidious Men By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract 380 385 390 And wavy Appenine, and Pyrenees, Branch out stupendous into distant lands; Burning for blood! bony, and gaunt, and grim! 395 And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Nor can the bull his awful front defend, Or shake the murdering savages away. 400 The Alps and Appenines. Rapacious, at the mother's throat they fly, The godlike face of Man avails him nought. The country be shut up; lur'd by the scent, 410 The disappointed prowlers fall, and dig The shrouded body from the grave; o'er which, Mix'd with foul shades, and frighted ghosts, they howl. Among those hilly regions, where embrac'd In peaceful vales the happy Grisons dwell; Oft, rushing sudden from the loaded cliffs, Mountains of snow their gathering terrors roll. 415 From steep to steep, loud-thundering down they come, A wintry waste in dire commotion all; And herds, and flocks, and travellers, and swains, 420 And sometimes whole brigades of marching troops, Or hainlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, Converse with the Dead. In the wild depth of Winter, while without 425 430 To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, As gods beneficent, who blest mankind 435 440 Against the rage of tyrants single stood, Invincible! calm Reason's holy law, That Voice of GOD within th' attentive mind, Obeying, fearless, or in life, or death. Great moral teacher! wisest of Mankind! 445 SOLON the next; who built his common-weal On equity's wide base; by tender laws |