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Thine, Freedom, thine the bleffings pictur'd here,
Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear;
Too bleft indeed, were fuch without alloy,"
But fofter'd ev'n by Freedom ills annoy,
That independance Britons prize too high,
Keeps man from man, and breaks the focial tie;
The felf-dependant lordlings ftand alone, [:
All claims that bind and fweeten life unknown;
Here by the bonds of nature feebly held,
Minds combat minds, repelling and repell'd.
Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar,
Repreft ambition ftruggles round her shore,
Till over-wrought, the general fyftem feels
Its motions ftop, or phrenzy fires the wheels.
Nor this the worst. As nature's ties decay,
As duty, love, and honour fail to fway,
Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law,
Still gather ftrength, and force unwilling awe.
Hence all obedience bows to these alone,
And talents fink, and merit weeps unknown;
Till time may come when flript of all her charms,
The land of fcholars, and the nurfe of arms,
Where noble stems tranfmit the patriot flame,
Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrought for fame,
One fink of level avarice shall lie,

And scholars, foldiers, kings, unhonour'd die.

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Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I ftate,

I mean to flatter kings, or court the great;
Ye powr's of truth that bid my foul afpire,
Far from my bofom drive the low defire e
And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel;
The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry fteel;
Thou tranfitory flow'r alike undone

By proud contempt, or favour's foft'ring fun,
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure,

I only would reprefs them to fecure:

For juft experience tells, in ev'ry foil,

That thofe who think muft govern thofe that toil:






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And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach,
Is but to lay proportion'd loads on each.
Hence, fhould one order difproportion'd grow,
Its double weight muft ruin all below.

O then how blind to all that truth requires, Who think it Freedom when a part afpires i Calm is my foul, nor apt to rife in arms, Except when faft approaching danger warms: But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, Contracting regal pow'r to ftretch their own, When I behold a factious band agree

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To call it freedom when themselves are free
Each wanton judge new penal fatutes draw,
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law
The wealth of climes, where favage nations roam,
Pillag'd from flaves to purchase flaves at home;
Fear, pity, juftice, indignation ftart,
Tear off referve, and bear my fwelling heart
Till half a patriot, half a coward grown,
I fly from petty tyrants to the throne,


Yes, brother, curfe with me that baleful hour When firft ambition ftruck at regal pow'r; And thus polluting honour in its fource, Gave wealth to fway the mind with double force. Have we not feen round Britain's peopled fhore, Her ufeful fons exchang'd for ufelefs ore? Seen all her triumphs but deftruction hafte, Like flaming tapers bright'ning as they wafte; Seen Oppulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead flern Depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlet's rofe, In barren folitary pomp repofe? Have we not feen at pleafure's lordly call, The fmiling long-frequented village fall? Beheld the duteous fon, the fire decay'd, The modeft matron, and the blushing maid,

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Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main ;
Where wild Ofwego fpreads her fwamps around,
And Niagara ftuns with thund'ring found?

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Ev'n now, perhaps, as there fome pilgrim ftrays Through tangled forefts, and through dang'rous ways; Where beafts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim; There, while above the giddy tempeft flies, And all around diftrefsful yells arife, The penfive exile, bending with his wo, To ftop too fearful, and too faint to go, Cafts a long look where England's glories fhine, And bids his bofom fympathize with mine.

Vain, very vain, my weary fearch to find
That blifs which only centres in the mind :
Why have I ftray'd from pleasure and repofe,
To feek a good each government bestows?
In ev'ry government, though terrors reign,
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws reftrain,
How Imall of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Still to ourselves in ev'ry place confign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find :

With fecret courfe, which no loud ftorms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domeftic joy.
The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel,

Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel,
To men remote from pow'r but rarely known,
Leave reafon, faith, and confcience, all our own.


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WEET AUBURN lovelieft village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the lab'ring fwain, Where smiling fpring its earlieft vifit paid,

And parting fummer's ling'ring blooms delay'd.
Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease,
Seats of my youth, when ev'ry sport could please,
How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green,
Where humble happinefs endear'd each feene!
How often have I paus'd on ev'ry charm,
The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm,
The never-failing brook, the bufy mill,
The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill,
The hawthorn bufh, with feats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whifp'ring lovers made!
How often have I bleft the coming day,
When toil remitting lent its turn to play,

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