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A labouring plan of state, behold at once
The wonder done! behold the matchless prince!
Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then
A mighty shadow of unreal power;

Who greatly spurn'd the flothful pomp of courts;
And roaming every land, in every port,
His scepter laid aside, with glorious hand
Unweary'd plying the mechanic tool,
Gather'd the feeds of trade, of useful arts,
Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.
Charg'd with the stores of Europe home he goes!
Then cities rise amid th’, illumin'd waste;
O'er joyless desarts smiles the rural reign;
Far-distant food to flood is focial join'd; . 985
Th' astonish'd Euxine hears the Baltick roar;
Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd
With daring keel before; and armies stretch
Each way their dazzling files, repressing here
The frantic Alexander of the north,

990 And awing there ftern Othman's fhrinking fons, Sloth flies the land, and Ignorance, and Vice, Of old dishonour proud: it glows around, Taught by the Royal Hand that rous’d the whole, One scene of arts, of arms, of rising trade: 995 For what his wisdom plann'd, and power enforcd, More potent still, his great Exampis Thew'd.

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MUTTERING, the winds at eve, with blunted point, Blow hollow-blustering from the south. Subdu'd, The frost refolves into a trickling thaw. Spotted the mountains shine; loose fleet defcends, And foods the country round. The rivers swell, Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills, O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once; 1005 And, where they rush, the wide-resounding plain Is left one slimy waste. Those sullen seas, That wash th' ungenial pole, will rest no more Beneath the shackles of the mighty north; But, rousing all their waves, resisless heave- 1010 And hark! the lengthening roar continuous runs Athwart the rifted deep: at once it bursts, And piles a thousand mountains to the clouds. Ill fares the bark with trembling wretches charg’d, That, toft amid the floating fragments, moors 1015 Beneath the shelter of an icy isle, While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horror looks More horrible. Can human force endure Th'assembled mischiefs that besiege them round? Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness, The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice, Now ceasing, now renew'd with louder

rage, And in dire echoes bellowing round the main. More to embroil the deep, Leviathan


And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, 1025
Tempeft the loosen'd brine, while thro' the gloom,
Far, from the bleak inhospitable shore,
Loading the winds, is heard the hungry howl
Of familh d monsters, there awaiting wrecks.
Yet PROVIDENCE, that ever waking eye, 1030
Looks down with pity on the feeble toil
Of mortals loft to hope, and lights them fafe,
Thro' all this dreary labyrinth of fate.



"Tis done!---dread WINTER spreads his latest glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. 1035
How dead the vegetable kingdoin lies!
How dumb the tuneful! horror wide extends
His desolate domain Behold, fond Man!
See here thy pictur'd life, pass fome few years,
Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength,
Thy sober Autumn fading into age,
And pale concluding Winter comes at last,
And shuts the scene. Ah!'whither now are fled,
Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes
Of happiness? those longings after fame? 1045
Those restless cares? those busy bustling days?
Those gay-spent, festive nights ? those veering thoughts
Lost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
All now are vanilh'd! Virtue fole survives,
Immortal never failing friend of Man, 1050
His guide to happiness on high ---And fee!


'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth
Of heaven, and earth! awakening Nature hears
The new creating word, and starts to life,
In every heightend form, from pain and death 1035
For ever free, The great eternal scheme
Involving all, and in a perfect whole
Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
To reason's eye refin’d clears up apace.
Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, 1060
Confounded in the duft, adore that Power,
And WISDOM oft arraign'd: see now the cause,
Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd,
And dy'd, neglected: why the good Man's share
In life was gall and bitterness of soul: 1065
Why the lone widow, and her orphans pin'd,
In starving folitude; while luxury,
In palaces, lay ftraining her low thought,
To form unreal wants: why heaven-born truth,
And moderation fair, wore the red marks 1070
Of fuperftition's fcourge: why licens'd pain,
That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe,
I'mbittered all our bliss. Ye good distrest!
Ye noble few! who here unbending Stand
Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up a while, 107
And what your bounded view, which only faw
A little part, deemd Evil is no more:.
The storms of WINTRY Time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded SPRING encircle all.

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THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER,

these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; 5 Echo the mountains, round; the forest smiles; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes the glory in the Summer-months, With light and heat refulgent. Then the sun Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year: 10 And oft The voice in dreadful thunder speaks; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, Ey brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.

15 In Winter awsul Thou! with clouds and storms Around THEE thrown, tempelt o'er tempeft rollid,


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