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And dear relations mingle into bliss.
But this the rugged favage never felt,
Even desolate in crowds; and thus his days
Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along :
A waste of time! till INDUSTRY approach'd,
And rous'd him from his iniferable Noth:
His faculties unfolded; pointed out,
Where lavish Nature the directing hand
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;
Gave the tall ancient forest to his ax;
Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone,
Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose;
Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur,
And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm,
Or bright in glossy filk, and flowing lawn;
With wholesome viands fill'd his table, pour'd
The generous glass around, inspir'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.

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 Patriol-Council met, the full,
The free, and fairly represented Whole ;
For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws,
Distinguish'd orders, animated arts,
And with joint force Opprefron chaining, set
Imperial Justice at the helm ; yet still
To them accountable : nor slavilh dream'd
That toiling millions must refign their weal,
And all the honey of their search, to such
As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd.

storm of cultivated life
In order fet, 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,
From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew
To bows strong-ftraining, her aspiring fons.

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Then Commerce brought into the public walk The busy merchant; the big warehouse built ; 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 floods! Chose for his grand resort. On either hand, Like a long wintry forest, groves of mafts Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet between Possess’d the breezy void ; the sooty hulk Steer'd sluggish on; the splendid barge along Row'd, regular, to harmony; around, The boat, light-skimming, stretch'd its oary wings; While deep the various voice of fervent toil From bank to bank increas’d; whence ribb’d with oak, To bear the British THUNDER, black, and bold, The roaring vessel rush'd into the main.

Then too the pillar'd dome, magnific, hear'd Its ample roof; and Luxury within Pour'd out her glittering stores: the canvas smooth, With glowing life protuberant, to the view Embodied rose; the statue feem'd to breathe, And soften into flesh, beneath the touch Of forming art, imagination-flush'd.

All is the gift of INDUSTRY; whate'er Exalts, embellishes, and renders life

Delightful. Pensive Winter cheer'd by him
Sits at the social fire, and happy hears
Th'excluded tempeft idly rave along ;
His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Springs
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.

Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky,
And, unperceiv’d, unfolds the spreading day ;
Before the ripened field the reapers ftand,
In fair array ; each by the lass he loves,
To bear the rougher part, and mitigate
By nameless gentle offices her toil.
At once they stoop and swell the lufty sheaves ;
While thro' their cheerful band the rural talk,
The rural scandal, and the rural jest,
Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time,
And steal unfelt the sultry hours away:
Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks ;
And, conscious, glancing oft on every side
His fated eye, feels his heart heave with joy.
The gleaners spread around, and here and there,
Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick.,
Be not too narrow, husbandmen! but fling

From the full fheaf, with charitable stealth,
The liberal handful. Think, oh grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you ;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields ;
While these unhappy partners of your kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,
And ask their humble dole. The various turns
Of fortune ponder; that your


may want What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give.

The lovely young LAVINIA once had friends ;
And Fortune fmild, deceitful, on her birth.
For, in her helpless years depriv'd of all,
Of every stay, fave Innocence and HEAVEN,
She, with her widow'd mother, feeble, old,
liv'd in

a cottage, far retir'd
Among the windings of a woody vale;
By solitude and deep surrounding shades,
But more by bashful modesty, conceal'd.
Together thus they shunn'd the cruel fcorn
Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet
From giddy passion and low-minded pride :
Almost on Nature's common bounty fed;
Like the gay birds that sung them to repose,
Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare.
Her form was fresher than the morning rose,

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