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With the big stores of steaming oceans charg'd
d. Meantime, amid these upper seas, condens'd Around the cold aërial mountain's brow, And by conflicting winds together dash’d, The Thunder holds his black tremendous throne: From cloud to cloud the rending Lightnings rage ; Till, in the furious elemental war Diffolv'd, the whole precipitated mass Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.
The treasures these, hid from the bounded search Of ancient knowledge; whence, with annual pomp, Rich king of foods! o'erflows the swelling Nile. From his two springs, in Gojam’s funny realm, Pure-welling out, he thro' the lucid lake Of fair Dambea rolls his infant-stream. There, by the Naiads nurs’d, he sports away His playful youth, amid the fragrant ifles, That with unfading verdure smile around. Ambitious, thence the manly river breaks ; And gathering many a flood, and copious fed With all the mellowed treasures of the sky, Winds in progressive majefty along : Thro' fplendid kingdoms now devolves his maze, Now wanders wild o'er solitary tracts Of life-deserted sand; till, glad to quit
The joyless desert, down the Nubian rocks
His brother Niger too, and all the floods
Ind Fall on Cormandel's coast, or Malabar; From Menam's * orient stream, that nightly shines With infect-lamps, to where Aurora sheds On Indus' smiling banks the rofy shower : All, at this bounteous season, ope
urns, And pour untoiling harvest o'er the land.
Nor less thy world, Columbus, drinks, refresh'd, The lavish moisture of the melting year, Wide o'er his illes, the branching Oronoque Rolls a brown deluge ; and the native drives To dwell aloft on life-sufficing trees, At once his dome, his robe, his food, and arms. Swellid by a thousand streams, impetuous hurl'd From all the roaring Andes, huge defcends
* The river that runs through Siam; on whose banks a vast multitude of those insects called Fire-flies make a beautiful appearance in the night.
The mighty Orellana*. Scarce the Muse
But what avails this wondrous waste of wealth?
The river of the Amazons.
Their powerful herbs, and Ceres void of pain ?
and sad Potosi's mines; Where dwelt the gentlest children of the sun ? What all that Afric's golden rivers roll, Her odorous woods, and shining ivory stores ? Il-fated race! the softening arts of Peace, Whate'er the humanizing Muses teach ; The godlike wisdom of the temper'd breaft; Progressive truth, the patient force of thought; Investigation calm, whose filent powers Command the world; the Light that leads to HEAVEN; Kind equal rule, the government of laws, And all protecting FREEDOM, which alone Sustains the name and dignity of Man: These are not theirs. The parent-sun himself Seems o'er this world of slaves to tyrannize; And, with oppreffive ray, the roseat bloom Of beauty blasting, gives the gloomy hue,
And feature gross: or worse, to ruthless deeds,
Lo! the green serpent, from his dark abode,