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And black by fits the fhadows fweep along.
A gaily-checker'd heart-expanding view,
Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
Unbounded toffing in a flood of corn,

These are thy bleffings, INDUSTRY! rough power! Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain ; Yet the kind source of every gentle art,

45 And all the soft civility of life : Raiser of human kind ! by Nature cast, Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods And wilds, to rude inclement elements; With various feeds of art deep in the mind 50 Implanted, and profusely pour'd around Materials infinite; but idle all. Still unexerted, in th' unconscious breast, Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still, Voracious, fwallowed what the liberal hand

55 Of bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year : And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd With beasts of prey; or for his acorn-meal Fought the fierce tusky boar; a shivering wretch ! Aghaft, and comfortlefs, .when the bleak north, 60 With Winter charg’d, let the mix'd tempeft fly,

Hail, rain, and snow, and bitter-breathing frost :
Then to the shelter of the hut he fled;
And the wild season, fordid, pin'd away.
For home he had not ; home is the resort

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Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polith'd friends,
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
But this the rugged savage never felt,
Even defolate in crowds; and thus his days

70 Rolld heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along: A waste of time! till INDUSTRY approach'd, And rous'd him from his miserable floth: His faculties unfolded; pointed out, Where lavish Nature the directing hand

75 Of Art demanded; shew'd him how to raise His feeble force by the mechanic powers, To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth, On what to turn the piercing rage of fire, On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast; 80 Gave the tall ancient forest to his ax; Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the ftone, Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose; Tore from his limbs the blood polluted fur, And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm, 85

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Or bright in glossy filk, and flowing lawn;
With wholesome viands fill’d his table, pour'd
The generous glass around, ipspir'd to wake
The life-refining foul of decent wit :
Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity;
But still advancing bolder, led him on
To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace;
And, breathing high ambition thro' his soul
Set science, wisdom, glory, in his view,
And bade him be the Lord of all below.

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Then gathering men their natural powers combin'd, And form’d a Public ; to the general good Submitting, aiming, and conducting all. For this the Patriot-Council met, the full, The free, and fairly represented Whole ;

100 For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws, Distinguish'd orders, animated arts, And with joint force Oppreffion chaining, set Imperial Justice at the helm; yet still To them accountable: nor flavish dream'd 105 That toiling millions must resign their weal, And all the honey of their search, to such As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd.

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Hence every form of cultivated life In order set, protected, and inspir'd, Into perfection wrought. Uniting all, Society grew numerous, high, polite, And happy. Nurse of art! the city rear’d In beauteous pride her tower-encircled head ; And, stretching street on street, by thousands drew, 115 From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew To bows strong-straining, her aspiring fons.

THEN COMMERCE brought into the public walk The busy merchant; the big ware-house built; 119 Rais'd the strong crane ; choak'd up the loaded street With foreign plenty; and thy stream, O THAMES, Large, gentle; deep, majestic, king of foods ! Chose for his grand resort. On either hand, Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet between 125 Poffefs'd the breezy void; the footy hulk, Steer'd Nuggish on; the fplendid barge along Row'd, regular, to harmony; around, The boat, light-skimming, stretch'd its oáry wings; While deep the various voice of fervent toil 130 From bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb’d with oak,

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To bear the BRITISH THUNDER, black, and bold, The roaring vefsel rush'd into the main.

THEN too the pillar'd dome, magnific, heav'd Its ample roof; and Luxury within

135 Pour'd out her glittering stores: the canvas smooth, With glowing life protuberant, to the view Embodied rose; the statue seem'd to breathe, And foften into flesh, beneath the touch Of forming art, imagination-flufh’d.

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All is the gift of INDUSTRY; whate'er Exalts, embellishes, and renders life Delightful. Penfive Winter cheard by him Sits at the focial fire, and happy hears Th’excluded tempest idly rave along;

145 His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring ; Without him Summer were an arid waste; Nor to th' Autumnal months could thus transmit Those full, mature, immeasurable stores, That, waving round, recall my wandering song. 150

Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky, And, unperceiv'd, unfolds the spreading day;

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