The fightlefs herd fequacious, who purfue Which Nature rais'd, rejoicing to be seen, TENLARGEMENT of the MIND. Langhorne. LL To General Craufurd. Written at Bet videre 1756. Was the man, who, prodigal of mind, Itoh embraces human kind? Alpen sets, all party zeal above, We Realon, and whofe God is Love; Parta's friend, a foe to fraud and art Where is the man, fo welcome to my heart? O facred Guide! preceptrefs more fublime Than fages boafing o'er the wrecks of time! See on each page her beauteous volume bear The golden characters of good and fair. All human knowledge (bluth, collegiate pride!) Flows from her works, to none that reads denied. Shall the dull inmate of pedantic walls, On whofe old walk the funbeam feldom falls, Who knows of nature, and of man, no more Than fills fome page of antiquated loreShall he, in words and terms profoundly wife, The better knowledge of the world defpife, Think Wisdom centered in a falfe degree, And fcorn the fcholar of Humanity? Something of men thefe fapient drones may Of men that liv'd two thousand years ago: [know, Such human monsters if the world e'er knew, As ancient verfe, and ancient story drew! If to one object, fyftem, fcene confin'd, The fure effect is narrowness of mind. 'Twas thus St. Robert, in his lonely wood, Forfook each focial duty-to be good. Thus Hobbes on one dear fyftem fix'd his eyes, And prov'd his nature wretched--to be wife. Each zealot thus, elate with ghoftly pride, Adores his God, and hates the world befide. Though form'd with powers to grasp this various ball, Gods! to what meannefs may the spirit fall! Powers that fhould spread in reafon's orient ray, How are they darken'd, and debarr'd the day! When late, where Tajo rolls his ancient tide, Reflecting clear the mountain's purple fide, Thy genius, Craufurd, Britain's legions led, And fear's chill cloud forfook each bright'ning head, By nature brave, and generous as thou art, O change me, powers of Nature, if ye can, Transform me, make ine any thing but man. Yet why! This heart all human kind forgives, While Gillman loves me, and while Craufurd Though Though worlds lie murder'd for their wealth or | Poor rioters on Life's contracted ftage! fame, Is Nature, all benevolent, to blame? "Yet furely once, my friend, the feem'd to err; "For W-ch--t was"He was not made by her. Sure, form'd of clay that nature held in scorn, By fiends constructed, and in darkness born, Rofe the low wretch, who, defpicably vile, Would fell his Country for a Courtier's fmile; Would give up all to truth and freedom dear, To dine with **** or fome ideot peer, Whole mean malevolence, in dark disguise The man that never injur'd him belies, Whofe actions bad and good two motives guide, The Serpent's malice, and the Coxcomb's pride. "Is there a wretch fo mean, so bafe, fo low?" I know there is-afk W--ch--t if he know. O that the world were emptied of its flaves! That all the fools were gone, and all the knaves! Then might we, Craufurd, with delight embrace In boundless love the reft of human race. Though flocks innumerous whiten every shore, See countlets worlds of infect being thare Where Ancon drags o'er Lincoln's lurid plain, Like a flow fnake, his dirty-winding train, Where fogs eternal blot the face of day, And the loft bittern moans his gloomy way; As well we might, for unpropitious kies, The blameless native with his clime defpife, As him who ftill the poorer lot partakes Of Bilcay's mountains, or Batavia's lakes. Yet look once more on Nature's various plan! Behold and love her nobleit creature Man! She, never partial, on each various zone Beftow'd fome portion to the reft unknown, By mutual interest meaning thence to bind In one vaft chain the commerce of mankind. Behold, ye vin difturbers of an hour! Ye Dupes of Fiction! and ye Tools of Power! Behold, and lofe your littleness of rage! We know but little, that we little know. Plac'd ou this fhore of Time's far-ftretching bourn, With leave to look at Nature and return; Judg'd not the old Philofopher aright, So thought the facred Sage, in whom I truft Because I feel his fentiments are juít. 'Twas not in Luftrums of long counted years That fwell'd th'alternate reign of hopes and fears Not in the fplendid fcenes of pain and ftrife, That Wisdom plac'd the dignity of life; To ftudy Nature was the talk defign'd, And learn from her th' enlargement of the mind Learn from her works whatever Truth admire: And fleep in Death with satisfied defires. $33. EPISTLE II. To William Langborne, M. A. 1760. LIGHT heard his voice, and, eager to obey, From all her orient fountains burit away. At Nature's birth, O! had the power divine Commanded thus the moral fun to fhine, Beam'd on the mind all reafon's influence brigh And the full day of intellectual light, Then the free foul,on Truth'strong pinionborn Had never languifh'd in this fhade forlorn. Yet thus imperfect form'd,thus blind and vair Doom'd by long toil a glimple of truth to gain; Beyond its fphere fhall human wifdom go, And boldly cenfure what it cannot know? 'Tis ours to cherish what Heav'n deign'd to giv And thankful for the gift of being live. Progreffi There from thofe ills a fafe retreat behold, Which young might vanquish, or afflict him mive powers, and faculties that rife F: How vale, to gratp the golden fkies, rant far from perfect, good, or fair, un'e due thought, and ask the grateful| Cotten thou partner of my life and name, faced source, whom Nature form'd the and thine in distant fkies, We were this mental world furvey, Yoterie of intelle&tual day, Terce, if man the fource may find, Ano tras mad science that exalts the mind. Tel-appointed lord of all below! Amniota man, how little doft thou know? at Fancy's towering thoughts fub Love the birth, and mortify thy pride! me wretch, 1,› blind, to helpless born, acious might behold with scorn. en Nature gives him to the day, 1ting, does he bound away! 44, the foltering teat he finds, ery, and thuns the fearching winds. exrows, he feels no groundless fear, Frost cries, and fleeps without a tear. zow to reafon and compare, 3 thoughtless infancy restrain'd— 3 infancy, or vainly fage, the langours of declining age?" th! to Nature's wifdom blind! the directs, or Heav'n defign'd! works in cities, plains and groves, vegetates, and life that moves! tion, as each being stays trifes and decays. elpless? Through each tender tal watch the blooming flow'r! arms, by beauties fresh display'd, folding, fee that love repaid! pains? For luxury it may— wear infenfibly away, penence and reflection clear hine on life's fading year. ge, from infant weakness fee, deitin'd for fociety; old. "That, in proportion as each being stays In perfect life, it rifes and decaysIs Nature's law-to forms alone confin'd, The laws of matter act not on the Mind. Too feebly, fure, its faculties must grow, And Reafon brings her borrow'd light too flow." O! ftill cenforious? art thou then poffeft Of Reaton's power, and does the rule thy breaft? Say what the ufe-had Providence affign'd To infant years maturity of mind? That thy pert offspring, as their father wife, Might fcorn thy precepts, and thy pow'r de fpife? Or mourn, with ill-match'd faculties at ftrife, Conclude we then the progress of the mind When first the trembling eye receives the day, External forms on young perception play; External forms affect the mind alone, Their diff'rent pow'rs and properties unknown. See the pleas'd infant court the flaming brand, Eager to grafp the glory in its hand! The cryftal wave as eager to pervade, Stretch its fond arms to meet the fmiling fhade! When Memory's call the mimic words obey, And wing the thought that falters on its way; When wife experience her flow verdict draws, The fure effect exploring in the Cause, In Nature's rude, but not unfruitful wild, Reflection fprings, and Reafon is her child: On her fair ftock the blooming fcyon grows, And brighter through revolving feafons blows: All beauteous flower! immortal fhalt thou fhine, When dim with age yon golden orbs decline; Thy orient bloom, unconfcious of decay, Shall spread, and flourish in eternal day. O! with what art, my friend, what early care, Should wifdom cultivate a plant fo fair! How should her eye the rip'ning mind revise, And blaft the buds of folly as they rife! How fhould her hand with industry reftrain, The thriving growth of paffion's fruitful train, Afpiring weeds, whole lofty arms would tow'r With fatal fhade o'er reafon's tender flow'r! C 2 From From low purfuits the ductile mind to fave, Diftinguit'd far her lofty temple stands, See favour'd firit, and nearest to the throne There (but at diftance never meant to vie), See Attic ease in Sculpture's graceful air, Simplicity, their beauteous handmaid, drest O Arts divine! O magic Powers that move The fprings of truth, enlarging truth and love! Loft in their charms each mean attachment ends, And Taite and Knowledge thus are Virtue's friends. Thus nature deigns to fympathize with art, Lives in thofe powers of harmony that bind O thoughts, that wake to monuments of woe! My Craufurd ftili fhall claim the mourntul fong, $ 34. The Univerfal Prayer. Pope. Deo Opt. Max. FATHER of All! in ev'ry age, In ev'ry clime, ador'd, Thou Great First Caufe, leaft understood, To fee the good from ill; What confcience dictates to be done, This teach me more than hell to fhun, For God is paid when man receives, Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound," When thousand worlds are round. Or impious difcontent, That mercy thow to me. Een death's dim fhadow feeks to hide, in vain,This day, be bread and peace my lot: That lib'ral aspect, and that fmile humane; All elte beneath the fun, All Nature's incente ri.:! § 33. Mefiab, a Sacred Eclogue. POPE. Nymphs of Solyma! begin the fong; To heavenly themes fublimer ftrains belong. They fountains and the fylvan fhades, The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian maids, Delight no more.- Thou my voice infpire, Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallowed lips with fire! Rapt into future times, the bard begun : A Virgin fall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! From Jefe's root behold a branch arife, Wacked flow'r with fragrance fills the fkies; Theral fpirit o'er its leaves fhall move; And on its top defcends the mystic Dove. Years! from high the dewy nectar pour, And in foft filence fhed the kindly thow'r! The ick and weak the healing plant thall aid, From toms a fhelter, and from heat a fhade. All crizes fhall ceafe, and antient fraud fhall fail, Returning Juftice lift aloft her scale; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And wire rob'd Innocencefrom heav'n defcend. Say the years, and rife th' expected morn! g to light aufpicious Babe, be born! Nitt utes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incenfe of the breathing spring: See lofer Lebanon his head advance, Sedding forefts on the mountains dance; See pay clouds from lowly Saron rife, And Camel's flow'ry top perfumes the fkies! Barka glad voice the lonely defert cheers; Prepare the way! a God, a God appears! A God, a God the vocal hilis reply: The cks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Letterves him from the bending fkies! kowy mountains, and, ye vallies, rife! With head dain'd, ye cedars, homage pay; Booth verocks; ye rapid floods, give way! The Sar comes! by antient bards foretold; Hear him, ye deaf and, all ye blind behold! He from thick fims thall purge the vifual ray, And on the fightlefs eye-ball pour the day: Ta be th' obructed paths of found fhall clear, and bid new mufic charm th' unfolding ear; The ball fing, the lame his crutch forego, Alexaking like the bounding roe. murmur, the wide world thall hear: y face he wipes off ev'ry tear. Itine chains thall death be bound, Agrim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. thepherd tends his fleecy care, reeft paiture, and the pureft air, the left, the wand'ring fheep directs, etes them, and by night protects; Tar Embs he raifes in his arms, Fis hand, and in his bofom warms; - mankind his guardian care engage, Trd Father of the future age. Nonation against nation rife, warriors meet with hateful eyes, th gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, 1. "umpets kindle rage no more; bfticis Laces into feythes hall bend, A the brand falchion in a plough-fhare end. Then palaces fhall rife: the joyful fon To leaflets fhrubs the flow'ring palms fucceed 36. The Prize of Virtue. Pope. WHAT nothing earthly gives or can deftrcy, The foul's calm funfhine, and the heart-felt joy, Is Virtue's prize: a better would you fix? C 3 Rewards, |