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" And, leaning where yon oak expands her arms, « Heard these rude cliffs thine awful voice rebound,
(For in thy speech I recognise the found.) • You mourn'd for ruin'd man, and virtue Toit, « And feem'd to feel of keen remorse the wound,
Pondering on former days, by guilt engross d, Or in the giddy Itorm of diflipation tofs d.
XXVIII. • But say, in courtly sife can craft be learn'd, • Where knowledge opens, and exalts the soul ;
Where fortune lavishes her gifts unearn'd, Can seifishness the liberal art control.? • Is glory there atchiev'd by arts, as foul • As those which felons, fiends, and furies plan?
Spiders en Inare, snakes poison, tygers prowl ; • Love is the godlike attribnte of man. • teach a simple youth this mystery to scan.
XXIX. . Or elle the lamentable strain disclaim, • And give me back the calm, contented mind ; • Which, late, exulting, view'd in Nature's frame, • Goodness untainted, wisdom uncontined, • Grace, grandeur, and utility combine. • Restore those tranquil days, that saw me still
Well-pleased with all, hut most with humankind; • When Fancy roam'd through Nature's works at will, • Uncheck'd by cold distrust, and uninform’d of ill.'
XXX. · Wouldi tkou (the Sage replied) in peace return • To the gay dreams of fond romantic youth,
Leave me to hide. in this remote sojourn,
From every gentle ear the dreadful truth : - For if my desultory strain with ruth • And indignation make thine eyes o'erflow, • Alaz! what comfort could thy anguilh footh, • Shouldst thou th' extent of human fully know. Be ignorance thychoice, where knowledge leadstowo.
XXXI. • But let untender thoughts afar be driven • Nor venture to arraign the dread decree : • For know, to man, a candidate for h«aven, • The voice of The Eternal said, Be free: . And this divine prerogative to thee • Does virtue, happiness, and heaven convey; · For virtue is the child of liberty, • And happiness of virtue ; nor can they • Be free to keep the path who are not free to stray.
Even when exempt from grief, remorse, and pain : • Come often then; for, haply, in my bower,
• Amusement, knowledge, wisdom thou may'st gain: • If I one soul improve, I have not lived in vain.
But lo, ere long, is left alone to mourn,
XXXIV. Ab, what avails (he said) to trace the springs • That whirl of empire the stupendous wheel! « Ab, what have I to do with conquering kings, • Hands drench'd in blood, and breasts begirt with
• steel !
• To those, whom Nature taught to think and fech,
Heroes, alas ! are things of small concern. • Could History man's secret heart reveal,
• And what imports a heaven-born mind to learn, • Her transcripts to explore, what bosom would not yearn!
XXXV. • This praise, O Chero' an Sage*, is thine. • (Why should this praise to thee alone belong :) • All elfe from Nature's moral path decline, • Lured by the toys that captivate the throng ;
To herd'in cabinets and camps, among
Spoil, carnage, and the cruel pomp of pride; • Or chaunt of heraldry the drowsy song,
< How tyrant blood, o'er many a region wide, • Rolls to a thousand thrones its execrable tide.
XXXVI. • O who of man the story will unfold, · Ere victory and empire wrought annoy, • In that Elysian age (misnamed of gold) • The age of love, and innocence, and joy, • When all were great and free! man's fole employ • To deck the bolom of his parent earth ; • Or towards his bower the murmuring stream decoy,
To aid the floweret's long-expected birth, . And lull the bed of peace, and crown the board of mirth,
XXXVII. Sweet were your shades, Oye primeval groves, • Whole boughs to man his food and shelter lent, • Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His
eyes Atill smiling, and his heart content. • Then, hand in hand, Health, Sport, and Labour went. • Nature supplied the wish the taught to crave. • None prowled for prey, none watch'd to circumvent.
• To all an equal lot Heaven's bowty gave: No vallal fear'd his lord, no tyrant fear'd his flave.
XXXVIII. . But ab! th' Hiftorick Muse has never dared • To pierce those hallow'd bowers: 'tis Fancy's bean · Pour'd on the vision of th' enraptured Bard, • That paints the charms of that delicious theme. • Then hail sweet fancy's ray! and hail the dream
That weans the weary soul from guilt and woe!
deem, • I long where Love and Fancy lead to go, And meditate on heaven ; enough of earth I know.'
XXXIX. • I cannot blame thy choice (the Sage replied)
For soft and smooth are Fancy's flowery ways.
And yet, even there, if left without a guide, • The young adventurer unsafely plays. • Eyes dazzled long by Fiction's gaudy rays
In modeft Truth no light nor beauty find. . And who, my child, would trust the meteor-blaze,
That foon muft fail, and leave the wanderer blind, More dark and helpless far, than if it ne'er had shined?
XL. • Fancy enervates, while it fooths the heart, • And, while it dazzles, wounds the mental sight: • To joy each heightening charm it can impart, • But wraps the hour of woe in tenfold night. • And often, where no real ills affright;
Its visionary fiends, an endless train, • Affail with equal or superior might, * And through the throbbing heart, and dizzy brain, . And shivering nerves, shout itings of more than mortal
XLI. • And yet, alas! the real ills of life • Claim the full vigour of a mind prepared,
Prepared for patient, long, laborious strife, . Its guide Experience, and Truth its guard.
• We fare on earth as other men have fared ?
" Yet shall their tale instruct, if it declare,
XLII. ? What charms th' Historic Muse adorn, from spoils, . And blood, and tyrants, when she wings her flight, • To hail the patriot Prince, whose pious toils • Sacred to science, liberty, and right, · And peace, through every age divinely bright • Shall shine the boat and wonder of mankind ! "Sees yonder fun from his meridian height.
• A lovelier scene, than Virtue thus inshrined • In power, and man with man for mutual aid combined.
XLIII. • Hail sacred Polity, by Freedom reard ! • Hail sacred Freedom, when by Law reitrain'd! • Without you what were man? A groveling herd "In darkness, wretchedness, and want enchain'd. • Sublimed by you, the Greek and Roman reign'd • In arts unrival'd: 0, to latett days, • In Albion may your influence unprofaned
• To godlike worth the generous bosom raise, • And prompt the Sage's lore, and fire the poet's lays.
Forlo, with modeft yet majestic grace,
The gloomy race
. And hope and Courage brighten in their stead,