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While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, To winnow fragrance round the smiling tand. Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes ;

But small the bliss that sense alone bcttoivs; With patient angle trolls the finny deep, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. Or drives his vent'rous ploughshare to the stoep; In Horid beauty groves and fields appear, Or seeks the den where snow-tracks mark the way, Man seems the only growth that dwindics here. And drags the struggling savage into day. Contrasted faults thro' all his manners reign : At night returning, ev'ry labour (ped, Tho' poor, luxurious; tho' subinislive, vain : He fits him down the monarch of a fhed; Tho' grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys And e'en in pennance planning sins anew. His childrens looks, that brighten at the blaze; All evils here contaminate the mind,

While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, That opulence departed Icaves behind ;

Dilplays her cleanly platier on the board : For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, And haply too fome pilgrim, thither led, When commerce proudly flourish'd thro’the state: With many a tale repays the nightly bed. At her command the palace learn’d to rise, Thus ev'ry good his native wilds impart, Again the long-fall’n column fought the skies; Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; The canvas glow'd beyond c'en Nature warm ; And e'en thole ills that round his manlion rise, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form; Enhance the bliss his fcanty fund supplies. rill, more unfieady than the southern gale, Dear is that shed to which his foul conforms, Commerce on other shores display'd her fail ; And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; While nought remain’d of all that riches gave, And as a child, when scaring sounds inoleft, But towns unmann'd, and lords without a llave: Clings close and closer to the mother's breafi, And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, les former strength was but plethoric ill.

But bind him to his native mountains morc. Yet ftill the loss of wealth is here supply'd Such are the charms to barren states allign'd: By arts, the splendid u recks of former pride ; Their wants but few, their withes all confin'd. From these the feeble heart and long-fall'n mind Yet let them only thare the praites due; An taly compensation seem to find.

If few thcir wants, their pleasures are but few: Here may be seen, in bloodless poinp array'd, For ev'ry want that stimulates the breast, The paficboard triumph and the cavalcade; Becomes a fource of pleasure when redrest. Procettions forin'd for piety and love,

When from such lands each pleasing science fies, A mistress or a faint in ev'ry grovc.

That first excites desire, and then lupplies ; By sports like these are all their cares beguild; Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy. The sports of children satisfy the child : To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Each nobler aim, repress'd by long controul, Unknown those pow'rs that raise the soul to flame, Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the foul ; Catch ev'ry nervc, and vibrate thro' the frame. While low delights, succeeding fast behind, Their level life is but a mould'ring fire, In happier meanness occupy the mind : Unquench'd by want, unfann'd by strong desires As in those domes, where Cæsars once bore sway, Unfit for raptures ; or, if raptures cheer Dcfac'd by time, and tott'ring in decay, On some high festival of once a ycar, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead,

In wild cxcefs the vulgar brcaft takes fire, The thelter-Secking pealant builds his shed ; Till, bury'd in debauch, the bliss expire. And, wondering inan could want the larger pile, But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow; Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low :

My soul turn from them—turn we to survey For, as refinement stops, from fire to fon, Where rougher climes a nobler race display; Unalter'd, unimprov'd, the manners run; Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And love's and friend thip's finely-pointed dart And force a churlith foil for scanty-bread : Fall blunted from cach indurated heart. No product here the barren hills afford,

Some fterncr virtues o'er the mountain's breat But man and steel, the soldier and his tword. May fit, like falcons cowering on the nest; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But all the gentler morals, such as play [way, But winter liny'ring chills the lap of May; Thro’ life's more cultur'd evalks, and charin the No zephyr fondly jues the mountain's breast, These far dispers’d, on timorous pinions fiy, But meteors glare, and formy plooms invest. To sport and Autter in a kinder iky. Yet ftill,ciennere Content can sprcad a charm,

To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, Rodruts the crime, and all its rage difarm. I turn-and France displays her bright domain. Tho'

poor the peasant's hut, his fcast tho'small, Gay fprightly land of inirth and social cafe, He fees his little lot the lot of all;

Pleas’d with thyself, whom alltheworld can please, Sces no continuous palace rear its head,

How often have I led thy sportive choir, To sname the mearness of his humble Thed; With tunclets pipe, beljde the murm'ring Loire! No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal,

Where Inading elms along the margin grew, To make him loa:b his vegetable mical ;

And, frefhend from the wave, the zephyr flew; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, And haply, tho' my harsh touch falt'ring still, Each with conuacing, lits him to the soil. But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill,

Book II. Yet would the villa e praise my wond'rous pow'r, Heavens! how unlike thicir Belgic fires of old! And dance, forgceful of the noon-tide hour! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold; Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days War in each breast, and freedom on cach brow; Have led their children thro’the mirthful maze; How much unlike the sons of Britain now! And the gay grandfire, skill'd in gestic lorc, Fir'd at the found, my Genius spreads herwing, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. And Nics where Britain courts the western spring;

So blett a life these thoughtless realıns display, ( Wherc lawns cxtenu that fcorn Arcadian pride, Thus idly busy rolls their world away : And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspis glide. Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear; There all around the gentlest breezes stray; For bonour forms the social temper here. There gentle music melts on ev'ry spray; Honour, that praisc which rcal merit gains, Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd; Or t'en vinaginary worth obrains,

Extremes are only in the mafter's inind! Here palscs current ; paid from hand to hand, Stern o'er each botom Rcafon holds her statc, It Shifts in fplendid traffic round the land : With daring aims irregularly great: From courts to camps, tv cottages it strays; Pride in their port, defiance in thoir eye, And all arc taught an avarice of praise ;

I see the lords of human-kind pats by ; They please, are pleas’d, they give to get csteem, Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, Till, seeming bless’d, they grow to what they seem. By forms unfashion d freh from Nature's hand;

But while this fofter art their blifs supplies, Fierce in their native hardineis of foul, It gives their follics also room to rise ;

True to imagin'd right, above controul, For praisc too dearly lov’d, or warmly sought, Whilc c'en the peafant boasts these rights to scan, Enfeebles all internal strength of thought; And learns to venerate himself as man. And the weak foul, within itself unbleit,

Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictur’d Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.

here; Hence oftenation here, with tawdry art,

Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear ; Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart: Too bless'd indeed were such without alloy, Here vanity assumes her pert grimace,

But foster'd e'un by Freedom ills annoy ; And trims her robes of frize with copper lace; That independance Britons prize too high, Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, Keops man from man, and breaks the social tie; To boali one splendid banquet once a year; The felf-dependant lordlings stand alone;

The mind fill turns where ihifting fathion draws, All clains that bind and tweeten life unknown; Nor weighs the folid worth of self-applause. Here, by the bonds of Nature feebly held,

To men of other minds my fancy flies, Minds combat minds, repelling and repellid. Einbotom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar, Mcthinks her patient fons before me stand, Repress’d ambition struggles round her shore, Where the broad ocean Icans against the land; Till, over-wrought, the general system feels And, fedulous to ftop the coming tide,

Its motions stop, or phıenzy fire the wheels. Lift the tail rampire's artiscial pide.

Nor this the worft. As Nature's ties decay, Onward mcthinks, and diligently flow,

As duty, love, and honour fail to sway, The firm connceted bulwark seems to grow; Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, Spreads its long arms amidst the wat’ry roar, Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe. Scoops out an empirc, and ufurps the thorc, Henco all obedience boys to these alone, While the pont occan, rising o’cr the pile, And talent sinks, and merit weeps unknown ; Secs an amphibious world beneath him linile; Till time may come, when, ftripp'd of all her The flow canal, the yellow-blossom'd vale,

charms, The willow-tufted bank, the gliding tail, The land of scholars and the nurse of arms, The crowded inart, the cultivated plain, Where noble Items transinit the patriot flame, A new crcation, rescu'd froin his reign. Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrote for fame,

Thus, while around the wavc-subjected foil One link ot level avarice shall lie, Impels the native to repeated toil,

And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonour'd die. Industrious babits in cach bofom reign,

Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I state, And industry begets a love of gain.

I mcan to flatter kings, or court the great : Hence all the good from opulence that springs, Ye pow'rs of truth, that bid my soul aspire, With all thote ills fuperfluous treasure brings, Far from my bosom drive the low desire ! Are here display'd. Their much-lov'd wealth im. And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to fcel Convenience, plenty, elegance, and arts ; [parts The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry ftcel; But view them clofer, craft and fraud appear; Thou transitory power, alike undonc E'en liberty itself is barter'd here !

By proud Contcmpt, or Favour's foft'ring fun, At gold's lucrior charms all freedom fics; Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure, The necdly fell it, and the rich man buys; I only would repress them to secure : A land of trants, and a den of flaves!

For just experience tells, in ev'ry foil, Here wretches feck dihonourable graves, That those who think mult govern those that toil; And calmly bent, to servitude conform ; And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach, Dull as their lakes that suinber in thc storm. Is but to lay proportion’d loads on each.


Hence, should one order disproportion'd grow, $ 21. The Deserted Village. GOLDSMITH. Iis double weight must ruin all below.

O, then, how blind to all that truth requires, SWEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Who think it freedom when a part aspires !

Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms,

fivain; Except when fast- approaching danger warms:

Where liniling spring its earliest visit paid, But when contending chicfs blocade the throne, And parting fummer's ling’ring blooms delay'd. Contracting regal power to Aretch their own, Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and cale, When I behold a factious band agree

Seats of my youth, when ev'ry sport could please, To call it freedom when themselves are fiec;

How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Each wanton judge new penal itatutes draw, Where humble happiness endear'd cach scene ! Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law; How often have I paus’d on ev'ry charm, The wealth of climes, where savage nations roain, The Ihclter'd cot, the cultivated farm, Pillag'd from Naves, to purchase slaves at home; The never-failing brook, the busy mill, Fear, pity, justice, indignation start,

The decent church, that topt the neighb’ring hill, Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling hcart;

The hawthorn bush, with feats beneath the thade, Till, half a patriot, half a coward grown,

For talking age and whisp’ring lovers made ! I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.

How often have I bleft the coming day, Yes, brother, curse me with that baleful hour, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, When furft ambition struck at regal power ;

And all the village train from labour free, And thus polluting honour in its fource,

Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force. While many a pastime circle in the shade, Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled lhore, The young contending as the old turvey'd; Her usefu! fons exchang'd for useless ore? And many a gambol frolic'd o'er the ground, Seen all her triumphs but destruction hafte, And tleights of art and feats of Irength went Like Haring tapers, bright’ning as they waste;

round. Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain,

And Itill as cach repeated pleasure tir'd, Lead stern Depopulation in her train,

Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspir'd; And over fields, where scattcr'd hamlets rose, The dancing pair that simply fought renown, In barren, folitary pomp repose ?

By holding out to tire each other down, Have we not feen, at Pleasure's lordly call, The swain miftrustless of his sinutted face, The siniling long-frequented village fall ?

While secret laughter titter'd round the place; Beheld the dutcous fon, the fire decay'd,

The bashful virgin's lide long looks of love, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, The matron’s glance that would those looks reForc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,


(there To traverse climes beyond the western main ;

These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like Where wild Oswego spreads her fivamps around, With sweet succession, taught c'en toil to pleate; And Niagara stuns with thund'ring found ! Thele round thy bow'rs their cheerful influence E’en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays


(are filed Thro’tangled forests, and thro' dang'rous ways; These were thy charms— But all thefe charms Where beasts with man divided empire claim,

Sweet Imiling village, loveliest of the lawn, And the brown Indian marks with murd’rous aim; | Thy sports are Acd, and all thy charmns with. There, while above the giddy tempest flics,

drawn; And all around distressful yells arite,

Amidst thy boiv'rs the Tyrant's hand is seen, The pensive exile, bending with his woe,

And delolation faddens all thy green : To stop too fearful, and too faint to go,

One only master grasps the whole domain, Casts a long Jook where England's glories shine, And half a tillage Itints thy finiling plain; And bids his bosom sympathize with inine. No more thy glally brook reficêts the day, Vain, very vain, my vi cary fearch, to find

But choak'd with fedges, works its weedy way; That bliss which only centres in the mind ! Along thy glades, a folitary guest, Why have I ftray'd from pleasure and repose,

The hollow founding bittern guards its neft; To seek a good cach government befiows? Amidit thy defart walks the lapwing fies, In ev'ry government, tho' terrors reign. And tires their echoes with unrary'd cries. Tho' tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain, Sunk are thy bow'rs in lhapeless ruin all, How linall, of all that human hearts endure, And the long grass o'crtops the mould'ring wall. That part which lavis or kings can cause or cure! And, trembling, shrinking from the fpoiler's Still to ourselves in ev'ry place confign'd,

hand, Our own felicitv we make or find :

Far, far away thy children leave the land. With fecret course, which no loud forms annoy,

Ill fares the land, to hast’ning ills a prey, Glides the finooth current of domestic joy.

Where wealth accumulates and men decay : The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel,

Princes and Lords may fourih, or may fade; Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of Icel,

A breath can make them, as a breath has made : Toinen remote from power but rarely known,

But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own.

When once deftroy'd, can never be supply'd.

A titre


A time there was, ere England's griefs began, | The noisy gecfe that gabbl’d o'er the pool,
When every rood of ground maintain’d its inan; The playful children just let loose from school,
For hiin light labour Ipread her wholesome store; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whisp’ring
Juli gare what life requir’d, but gave no more :
His best companions, innocence and health ; Anil the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind;
And his bett riches, ignorance of wealth. There all in fiveet confusion sought the Thade,

But times are alterd : tradc's unfeeling train And fill'd cach pause the nightingale had made.
Usurp the land, and dispoflefs the swain ; But now the founds of population fail,
Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, No cheerful murinurs fluctuate in the gale,
Unwieldy wcalth and cunb’rous pomp repole ; No buly steps the grass-grown foot-way tread,
And ev'ry want to luxury ally'd,

But all the bloomy Auth of life is fcd ! And ev'ry pang that folly pays to pride. All but von widow'd, folitary thing, Thele gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, That feebly bends beride the plalhy spring; Thosc calm defires that alk'd but little room, She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, Thele healthful sports that grac'd the peaceful | To strip the brook with mantling creffes spread, fcene,

To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, Liv'd in cach look, and brighten'd all the green; To lock her nightly thed, and weep till morn; Thelc, far departing, teck a kinder thore; She only left, of all the harmless train, And rural mirth and manners are no more. The sad historian of the pensive plain.

Sweet Auburn! parent of the blissful hour, Near yonder cople, where once the garden Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's pow'r.

fmild, Here, as I take my folitary rounds,

And still where many a garden-Power growswild, Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds, There, where a few torn thrubs the place disclose, And many a year elaps'd, return to view

The village preacher's modeli mantion rofc. Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, A man he was to all the country dcar, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, And paffing rich, with forty pounds a year! Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. Reinote from towns, he ran his godly race,

In all my wand'rings, round this world of care, Nor ere had chang’d, nor with’d to change his In all my griefs-and God has giv'n my share Unskilful he to fawn, or feck for pow's, [place; I ftill had hopes, my latest hours to crown, By doctrincs fashion'd to the varying hour; Amidst thefc humblc bow'rs to lay inc down : Fár other aims his heart had learn'd to prize; To husband out life's taper ai the close,

More bent to raisc thc wretched than to rise. And keep the flame froin watting by repose : His house was known to all the vagrant train ; I toll had hopes, for pride attends us ftill, He chid thcir wand'rings, but reliev'd their pain. Amidti the fivains to thew my book-Icarn'd skill; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Around my fire an ev’ning group to draw, Whofe beard, descending, livept his aged breast; And tell of all I felt, and all I law;

The ruinid 1pendthrift, now no longer proud, And, as an hare, whom hounds and horns pursuc, Claim’dkindred there, and had his claims allow'd; Pants to the place from whence at first he few, The broken foldier, kindly bade to stay, I still had hores, my long vexations past, Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away ; Here to return and die at home at last. W'cpt o'er his wounds, or tales of surrow done,

O bleit retirement, friend to life's dccline, Shoulder'd his crutch, and thew'd how fields Retreats from care, that never must be mine,

[glow, How bleft is he who crowns, in shades like these, Pleas'd with his guests, the good man Icarn’d to A youth of labour with an age of eafe! And quite forget their vices in their woe; Who quits a world where ttrong temptations try, Carelets their merits or their faults to scan, And, tince ’ris hard to coinbat, learns to fly! His pity gave ere charity began. For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, Explore the mine, or tempt the dang'rous decp; And ev’n his failings lean’d to Virtue's líde; No furly porter Rands in guilty ftatc,

But in his duty prompt at ev'ry call, To fpurn imploring faining from the gate ; He watch'd and wept, he pray'd, and felt for all. But on he moves to meet his latter end,

And, as a bird cach fond endcarment tries, Angels around befriendin, situe's friend; To tcmpt her new-fledgid offspring to the skics, Siaks to the grave with unperceiv'd decay, He try'd cach art, reprov'd each dull delay, Wbile rciignation gently dlopes the way: Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way. And, all his prospects brighi’ning to the last, Belide the bed, where parting iifc was laid, His heav'n coinmences ere the world be part ! And forrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dilinay'd, Sweet was the found, when oft, at ev’ning's The rev’rend champion stood. At his controul close,

Despair and anguilh fled the struggling foul; Up yonder hiil the village murmur rose; Comfort came down, the trembling wretch to There, as I past, with carluis iteps and flow,

raise, The mingling notes came foftend from below; And his lart fault'ring accents whisper'd praise. The swain reiponlive as the milk-maid lung, At church, with meek and unaffected grace, The Lober herd that low'd to meet their young; His looks adoru'd the venerable place;


Were won.

Cruth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, 1 Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart
And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. An hour's importance to the poor man's heart;
The service past, around the pious inan, Thither no more the peasant lhall repair
Vith ready zcal, cach honest rustic ran; To sweet oblivion of his daily care;
Erin children follow'd with endearing wils, No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's No more the wood-man's ballad Thall prevail ;

No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear,
lis ready finilc a parent's warmth exprcft; Relax his pond'rous ftrength, and lean to hear ;
Their welfare pleas'd him, and their cars distrest; The host himself no longer shall be found
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were giv’n; Careful to see the mantling bliss go round;
But all his serious thoughts had reft in heaven. Nor the coy maid, half-willing to be prest,
As some tall cliff that lift its awful form, [storm, Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
Swells from the vale, and midway Icaves the Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are These simple blessings of the lowly train
Eternal sunshine settles on its head. [fpread, To me more dear, congenial to my heart,

Beside yon ftraggling fence that lkint the way, One native charm, than all the gloss of art; With blossom furze unprofitably gay,

Spontancous joys, where nature has its play, There in his noisy manlion skill'd to rule, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway; The village-matter taught his little school: Light they frolic o’er the vacant mind, A man levere he was, and stern to view; Unenvy'd, unmolested, unconfin'd: I knew him well, and ev'ry truant knew; But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, Well had the boding tremblers learn’d to trace With all the freaks of wanton wealth array'd, The day's disasters in his morning face; In there, ere triflers half their with obtain, Full well they laugh’d, with counterfeited glec, The toiling pleasure fickens into pain ; At all his jokes; for many a joke had he; And, ev'n while fathion's brightest arts decoy, Full well the busy whisper, circling round, The heart, distrusting, alks if this be joy? Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd; Ye friends to truth, ye ftatcsmen who survey Yet he was kind, or if severe in auglit,

The rich man's joys encrcate, the poor's decay, The love he bere to learning was in fault. 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits ftand The village all declar'd how much he knew; Between a splendid and a happy land. 'Twas certain he could write and cypher too; Proud twells the tide with loads of freighted ore, Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And shouting Folly hails them from her shore; And ev'n the story ran that he could gauge: Hoards, ev'n beyond the miser's with, abound; In arguing too, the parfon own’d his skill; And rich men flock from all the world around; For ev'n tho' vanquilh'd, he could argue ftill; Yet count our gains: This wealth is but a naine While words of learned length, and thund'ring That leaves our useful product fill the same. found,

Not so the loss. The inan of wcalth and pride Amaz'd the gazing ruftics rang'd around. Takes up a space that many poor fupply'd; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew, Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds; That one finall head could carry all he knew. Space for his horses, cquipage, and hounds;

But part is all his fame. The very tput, The robe that wraps his limbs in filken sloth, Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Has robb’d the neighb’ring fields of half their Near yonder' thorn that lifts its head on high, His fcat, where solitary sports are feen, [growth; Where once the sign-poft caught the passing eye, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green ; Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts Around the world cach needful product Hies, infpir'd,

For all the luxuries the world supplies. Where grey-beard mirth and siniling tal retird; While thus the land adorn'd for pleasure all, Where village statefinen talk'd with looks pro- In barren splendour feebly waits the fall. found;

As some fair female, unadorn'd and plain, And news much older than their ale went round. Secure to pleate while youth confirms her reign, Imagination fondly ftoops tu trace

Slights ev'ry borrow'd charın that dress fupplics, The parlour fplendors of that festive place; Nor thares with art the triumph of her eyes ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely fanded floor; But when those charms are past, for charms are Therarnih'd clock that click'd bchind the door; When tiine advances, and when lovers fail, [frail, The chieft, contriv'd a double debt to pay, She then shines forth, folicitous to bless, A bed by night, a chest of draw'rs by day; In all the glaring impotence of dress. The pictures plac'd for ornament and ute; Thus fares the land, by luxury betray'd, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose; In nature's fimplctt charms at first array'd, • The hearth, except when winter chill'd the day, But verging to decline, its splendours rise, With alpin bows, and flowers, and fennel gay ; Its vistas strike, its palaces surprise ; : While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for thow, While, fcourg'd by famine from the smiling land, Rang'd o'er the chimney, glisten'd in a row. The mournful peasant leads his humble band;

Vain transitory splendour! could not all And while he finks, without onc arm to save, Ropriere able toti’ring manfion from its fall ! The country bloans--a garden and a grave.


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