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And fring'd with roses * Tenglio rolls his dream,
They draw the copious fry. With these at eve, 876
They chearful- loaded to their tents repair ;
Where, all day long in useful cares employ'd,
Their kird unblemish'd wives the fire prepare.
Thrice happy race! by poverty Secur'd
From legal plunder and rapacious power :
In whom fell intereft never yet has fown
The seeds of vice ; whose spotless swains ne'er knew
Injurious deed, nor, blasted by the breath
Of faithless love, their blooming daughters woe.
Still pressing on, beyond Tornéa's lake, 886
And Hecla faming thro'a waste of foow,
And farthett Greenland, to the pole itself,
Where failing gradual life at length goes out,
The Muse expands her solitary flight;
And, hovering o'er the wild stupendous scene,
Beholds new feas beneath + another sky.
Thron'd in his palace of cerulean ice,
Here Winter holds his unrejoicing court ;
And thro' his airy hall the loud mifrule
Of driving tempeft is for ever heard :
Here the grim tyrant meditates his wrath;
Here arms his winds with all-fubduing frott;
Moulds his fierce hail, and treasures up his inows,
With which he now opprelfes half the globe. 900
Thence winding eaftward to the Tartar's coast,
She sweeps the howling margin of the main;
Where undiflolving, from the first of time,
Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky;
And icy mountains high on mountains pil'd, 905
Şeem to the shivering failor from afar,
Shapeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds.
Projected huge, and horrid, o'er the surge,
Alps frown on Alps; or ruthing hideous down,
As if old Chaos was again return'd,
910 * The Same aurbor obserues" I was surprized "10 fee upon the banks of this river, (the Tenglio)
roles of as lively a red, as any ibai are in our
+ Tbe aber bemisphere,
Wide-rend the deep, and Thake the solid pole.
Ocean itself no longer can refift
The binding fury; but, in all its rage
Of tempest taken by the boundless froft,
Is many a fathom to the bottom chaia'd,
And bid to roar no more: a bleak expanse,
Shagg'd o'er with wavy rocks, chearless, and void
Of every life, that from the dreary months
Elies conscious fouthward. Miferable they!
Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, 920
Take their last look of the descending fun;
While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost,
The long long nicht; incumbent o'er their heads,
Falls horrible. Such was the * 'Briton's fate,
As with first prow, (what have not Britons dar'd!)
He for the passage sought, ättempted fince
So much in vain, and seeming to be shut
By jealous Nature with eternal bars,
In these fell regions, in Arziņa caught,
And to thiç ftony decp his idle ihip
Immediate fealid, he with his hapless crew,
Each full exerted at his several talk,
Froze into Statues ; to the cordage glued
The sailor, and the pilot to the helm.
Hard bytheseshores, wherescarcehisfreezing Stream
Rolls the wild Oby, live the laft of Men; 936
And half enliven!d by the distant fun,
That rears and ripens Man, as well as plants,
Here human Naturewears its rudeft form.
Deep from the piercing season funk in caves, 949
Here by dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer,
They waste the tedious gloom, immersid in furs,
Doze the gross race. Nor sprightly jelt, nor song,
Nor tenderness they know ; nor aught of life,
Beyond the kindred hears that falk without. 945
Tillmorn at length, her roses drooping all,
Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields,
And call the quiver'd savage to the chace.
* Sir Hugh Willoughby, sent by Queen Elizabeth so discover the North-East-Paftage.
What cannot active government perform, [shores,
New-moulding Man? wide-stretching from these
A people savage from remotest time,
A huge neglected empire one vast Mind,
By Heav'n inspir'd, from Gothic darkness callid.
immortal Peter! first of Monarchs! He
His stubborn country tam'd, her rocks, her fens, 955
Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons ;
And while the fierce Barbarian he fubdu'd,
Tomore exalted foul he rais'd the Man.
:Ye thades of ancient heroes, ye who toil'd
Thro' long fucceflive ages to build up 960
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 çower ;
Who greatly spurn'd the Nothful pomp of courts;
And roaming every land, in every port,
966 His scepter laid aside, with glorious hand 1 Unweary'd plying the mechanic tool,
Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,
Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill. 970
Chargʻd with the stores of Europe home he goes!
Then cities rise amid th'illumin'd waste;
O'er joyless desarts fm.les the rural reign;
Far-d:Stant inod to flood is social join'd;
Th' aftonish'd Euxine hears the Baltic roar; 975
Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd
With daring keel beforc; and armies stretch
Each way their dazzling files, represling here
The frantic Alexander of the north,
And awing there stern Othman's thrinking fons. 980
Slorb Alies the land, and Ignorance, and Vice,
Of old dishonour proud : it glows around, hnute Taught by the Royal Hand that rous'd the whole,
One scene of arts, of arms, of rifing trade:
For what his wisdom plannid, and power enforc'd,
More potent fill, his great Example Shew'd. 986
Muttering, the winds at eve, with blunted point,
Blow hollow bluftering from the south. Subdu'd,
The frost resolves into a trickling thaw.
Spotted the mountain's shint; loose flect descends,
And foods the country round. The rivers (well, -99
Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills,
O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts,
A thousand (now-fed torrents shoot at once ;
And, where they ruth, the wide resounding plain
Is left one llimy waste. Those fullen feas, 996
That wash'd th’ ungenial pole, will rest no more
Beneath the shackles of the mighty north:
But, rousing all their waves, refiftless heaveme
And hark the lengthening roar continuous rung
Athwart the rified deep: at once it bursts,
And piles a thousand mountains to the clouds.
Ill fares the bark with trembling wretches ckrarg'd,
That, toss'd amid the Aoating fragments, moors
Beneath the shelter of an icy ise,
1605 While night o'erwhelms the sea, and borror looks More horrible. Can human force endure
Y. Th' assembled mischiefs that besiege them round? Cd Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness, A The roar of winds and waves, the cruth of ice, 1010 W Now ceafing, now renew'd with louder rage, Ac And in dire echoes bellowing round the main.. More to embroil the deep, Leviathan
W And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, Tempest the loosen'd brine, while thro' the gloom, in Far, from the bleak inhospitable shore, ICIO Loading the winds, is heard the hungry howl or familh'd monsters, there awaiting wrecks, Yet Providence, that ever-waking Eye, tooks down with pity on the feeble toil Of mortals lost to hope, and lights them safe, Thro' all this dreary labyrinth of fate.
'Tis done!mndread Winter spreads his latest gloom, A; And reigns tremendous o'er theconquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies; 1025 TL How dumb the tuneful ! horror wide extends His defolate domain. Behold, fond Man! See here thy pictur'd life; país some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy fober Autumn fading into age,
1930 And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fed,
Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes
Of happiness ? those longings after fame?
7'hose restless cares?' those busy bustling days? 1035.
Thosegay-spentfeftive nights? those veering thoughts
Loft between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
All are now vanith'd! Virtue fole survives,
Immortal never failing friend of Man,
His guide to happiness on high. And see ! 1040
"Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth
Of heaven, and earth I awakening Nature hears
The new creating word, and starts to life,
In every heightened form, from pain and death
For ever fore. The great eternal scheme 1045
Involving all, and in a perfeet whole
Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
To reason's eye retin'd clears up apace.
Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, o Confounded in the duft, adore that Power, 1050
And Wisdom oft-arraign'd: see now the cause,
Why unaffuming worth in secret liv’d,
And dy'd neglected: Why the good Man's thare
In life was gall and bitterness of soul:
Why the lone widow, and her orphans pin’d, 1055
In starving solitude ; while luxury,
In palaces, lay straining her low thought,
To form unreal wants : why heaven-born truth,
And moderation fair, wore the red marks
Of superstition's scourge : why licens'd pain, 1060
That cruel spoiler, that embosom’d foe,
Imbitter'd all our bliss. Yegcod distrest;
Yenoble few! who here unbending stand
Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up a while,
And what your bounded view, which only saw 1065
A little part, deem'd Evil is no more :
The forms of Wintry Time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded Spring encircle all.