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The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace Whence nature He informs, and with one ray
Whence he beholds us vagrant emmets crawl
(Speck of creation): if he pour one breath, § 134. The Day of Judgment. Young. The bubble breaks, and 'tis eternal death.
Thence issuing, I behold (but mortal sight
O! the wide theatre, whose ample space Sustains not such a rushing sea of light!)
I see, on an empyreal Aying throne
Crown’d with that majesty which form'd the
How empty learning, and how vain is art, Night Thades the solemn arches of his brows,
On one, the sword of justice, fiercely bright.
How vast the concourse! not in number more Thus glorious thro' the courts of heav'n, the
Vouchsafd to wash the feet himself had made!
Whoe'er thou art, thou greatest pow'r of earth; All heav'n in tears above, earth unconcern'd
A sudden blush inflames the waving sky, Well might'st thou rend thy garinents, well exa
Now the descending triumph stops its flight • Who joys the mother Autumn's bed to crown? From earth full twice a planetary height.
• And bids old Winter lay her honours down? There all the clouds condens'd, two columns raise • Not the Great Ottoman, or Greater Czar, Distinet with orient veins, and golden blaze : • Not Europe's arbitress of peace and war. One tix'd on earth, and one in fca; and round • May sea and land, and carth and heav'n be join'de It: ample foot the firelling billows found. To bring th’eternal Author to my mind! These an imincaturable arch support,
• When oceans roar, or awful thunders roul,[foul; The grand tribunal of this awful court.
May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my Sliccts of bright azure, from the purett sky, When earin's in bloom, or pianets proudly shinc, Stream froin the crystal arch, and round the co Adore, my heart, the Majesty divine ! luinns fly:
• Thro'cv'ry scene of life, or peace, or war, Death, wrapt in chains, low at the basis lics, Plenty, or want, Thy glory be my care ! And on the point of his own arrow dies.
Shine we in arms? or ling beneath our vine ? Here high enthron'd th'eternal Judge is plac'd; Thine is the vintage, and the conquest Thine: With all the grandcur of his Godhead gracd; • Thy pleasure points the thaft and bends the bow, Stars on his robes in beauteous order meet, • The cluster blasts, or bids it brightly glow : And the sun burns bencath his awful feet. "'Tis Thou that lead'st our pow'rful armies forth,
Now an archangel eminently bright, · Andgiv's great Ame thy sceptre o'er the north, From off his silver staff, of wond'rous height, • Grant I inay ever, at the morning-ray, Unfurls the Christian flag, which waving fies, • Open with pray’r the consecrated day; And thuts and opens more than half the skies : • Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise, The Cross so strong a red, it sheds a stain • And with the mounting sun ascend the skies; Where'er it Roats, on earth, on air, and main; • As that advances, let my zeal improve, Flushes the hill, and fets on fire the wood, • And glow with ardour of consummate lore; And turns the deep-dy'd ocean into blood. • Nor cease at eve, but with the letting sun
Oh formidable Glory! dreadful bright! My endless worship shall be still begun, Refulgent torture to the guilty sight.
• And, oh, permit the gloom of folemn night Ah turn, unweary mule, nor dare reveal • To sacred thought may forcibly invite. What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell.
• When this world's fhut, and awful planets rile, Say not (to make the Sun shrink in his beam) • Call on our minds, and raise them to the kics: Dare not affirm, they with it all a dream; Compose our fouls with a less dazzling sight, With, or their fouls may with their limbs decay, • And Thew all naturc in a milder light; Or God be spoild of his eternal lway.
• How ev'ry boist'rous thought in calins subsides; But rather, if thou know'st the means, unfold • How the simooth d fpirit into goodness glides ! How they with transport might the scene behold.
O how divine! to ticad the milky way Ah how! but by Repentance, by a mind • To the brigit palace of the Lord of day; Quick, and severe its oi n offence to find ? • His court admire, or for his favour fuc, By tears, and groans, and never-ceasing care, • Or leagues of friendihip with his faints renew; And all the pious violence of Pray’r?
• Pleas'd to look down, anc' see the world alicer, Thus then, with fervency till now unknown, • While I long vigils to its Founder kecp! I cast my heart before th'eternal throne,
· Canit thoj.ot thake the centre? Oh controul, In this great temple, which the skies surround, • Subduc by force the rebel in my soul; Forhomage toits Lord, a narrow bound. [weighi,
· Thou, who can still the raging of the flood, • O Thou! whofe balance does the mountains
• Restrain the various tumults of my blood ; • Whofe will the wild tunultuous fcas obey, • Teach me, with cqual firmness, to sutaja • Whofe breath can turn thote wat’ry worlds to • Alluring pleafure and assaulting pain. • flame,
O may I pant for Thee in each defire! • That flame to tempest, and that tempeft tame; And with ttrony faith foment the holy fire ! • Earth's mcancftfon, all trembling, proitrate falls,
• Stretch out iny soul in hope, and gratp the prize. • And on the boundless of thy goodness calls. • Which in Eternity's decp bosom lics! • O! give the winds áll pait offence to sweep,
• At the Great Day of recompence behold, • To scatter wide, or bury in the deep:
• Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold! • Thy pow'r, my weakness, may I ever see, • Then wafted upward to the blissful leat, • And wholly dedicate my soul to thee : • From age to age my grateful fong repeat; • Reign o'er my will; my paflions ebb and flow My Light, my Life, my God, my Saviour sec, • At thy command, nor human motive know! • And rival angels in the praise of 'Thee!' • If anger boil, let anger be my praiti, • and in the graceful indignation raile.
FABLES, by the late Mr. Giy. • My love be warm to fuccour the distress'd, • And lift the burden from the soul oppress’d.
Intı oduétion to the Fables. Put the Firsi. • ( may my understanding ever read
135. The Shepherd and the Philofopher. • This glorious volume, which thy wisdom made! R
EMOTE from cities liv'd a firain, • Who decks the maiden Spring with flow’ry Unvex'd with all the cares of gain ; pride?
His head was filver'd o'er with are, .W!:o calls forth fummer, like a sparkling bride And long experience made him age;
In summer's heat and winter's cold
Thus ev'ry object of creation He fed his Hock, and penn'd the fold;
Can furnith hints to contemplation; His hours in cheerful labour few;
And from the most minute and mean, Nor envy nor ambition know:
A virtuous mind can morals glean.
Thy fame is just, the sage replies ;
Pride often guides the author's pen ;
Books as affected are as men :
Whence is thy learning! Hath thy toil And those, without our schools, suffice
To his Highness William Duke of Cumberland. And hast thou fathom'd Tully's mind ?
§ 136. Fable 1. The Lion, the Tyger, and the Or, like the wise Ulysses, thrown
Traveller, By various fates on realms unknown, Haft thou through many cities stray'd, ACCEPT, young prince, the moral lay, Their custoins, laws, and manners weighid ?
And in these tales mankind furvey; The shepherd modeitly reply'd,
With carly virtues plant your breast; I ne'er the paths of learning tryd;
The specious arts of vice deteft. Nor have I roain'd in foreign parts
Princes, like beauties, from their youth To read mankind, their laws and arts;
Are strangers to the voice of truth; For man is practis'd in disguise;
Learn to contemn all praise betimes : He cheats the most difcerning eyes ;
For Aattery's the nurse of crimes : Who by that search shall wiser grow,
Friendship by sweet reproof is shown When we ourselves can never know?
(A virtue never ncar a throne); The little knowledge I have gain'd
In courts such freedom muft offend; Was all from simple nature drain'd;
There none presumes to be a friend. Hence my life's maxims took their rise ; To those of your exalted ftation Hence grew ny settl'd hate to vice,
Each courtier is a dedication. The daily labours of the bee
Must I too fatter like the rest, Awake my soul to industry.
And turn my morals to a jeft? Who can observe the careful ant,
The muse disdains to steal from those And not provide for future want ?
Who thrive in courts by fulsome prose; My dog (the trustiest of his kind)
But shall I hide your real praise, With gratitude inflames my mind.
Or tell you what a nation says ? I mark his truc, his faithful way,
They in your infant botom irace And in my lervice copy Tray.
The virtues of your royal race; In constancy and nuptial love,
In the fair dawning of your mind I learn my duty from the dove.
Discern you gen'rous, mild, and kind : The hon, who from the chilly air,
They see you grieve to hear distrets, With pious wing, protects her care ;
And pant already to redress. And ev'ry fowl that lies at large
Go on, the height of good attain, Inftruts mc in a parent's charge.
Nor let a nation hope in vain. From nature too I take my rule,
For hence we justly may prelage To thun contempt and ridicule :
The virtucs of a riper age. I never, with important air,
True courage fhall your borom fire, In conversation overbear.
And future actions own your fire. Can grave and formal pafs for wife,
Cowards are cruel, but the brave When men the folemn owl defpifc?
Love mercy, and delight to fave. My tongue within my lips I rein ;
A tyger roaming for his prey, For who talks much must talk in vain.
Sprung on a trav'ler in the way; We from the wordy torrent fly;
The proftrate game a lion (pics, Who listens to the chatt'ring pye!
And on the greedy tyrant flies;
With mingl'd roar relounds the wood;
Till, vanquilh d by the Lion's strength,
The man befought the thaggy lord,
And on his knces for lifc implor'd; But envy, calumny, and spite,
His life the gen'rous hero gave. Bear stronger venom in their bitc.
Together walking to his cave,
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The lion thus bespoke his guest:
My whisper always met success; What hardy beast Mall dare contest
The ladies prais'd me for address. My matchless strength! you saw the fight, I knew to hit each courtier's pallion, And must atteft my pow'r and right.
And flatter'd ev'ry vice in fashion. Forc'd to forego their native home,
But Jove, who hates the liar's ways, My starving Naves at distance roam;
At once cut short my prosp'rous days; Within these woods I reign alone ;
And, sentenc'd to retain my nature,
Transforin'd me to this crawling creature.
I wander in the sylvan scene.
For Jove the heart alone regards ; Those bones that whiten all the land,
He punishes what man rewards. My former deeds and trumphs tell,
How diffrent is thy case and mine! Beneath these jaws what numbers fell.
With men at least you sup and dine ; True, says the man, the strength I saw While I, condemn'd to thinnest fare, Might well the brutal nation awe:
Like those I flatter'd, feed on air.
Were ever parents more content :
How partial are their doating eyes ! To me your clemency hath shown
No child is half so fair and wise. The virtue worthy of a throne.
Wak'd to the morning's pleating care, Heav'n gives you pow'r above the rest,
The mother role, and fought her heir. Like Heav'n to succour the distreft.
She saw the Nurse, like one poffefs’d, The cafe is plain, the monarch said; With wringing hands, and lobbing breast, False glory hath my youth mised;
Sure some disaster has befel; For beasts of prey, a servile train,
Speak, nurse; I hope the boy is well. Have been the flatt'rers of my reign.
Dear Madam, think not me to blame; You reason well: Yet tell me, friend,
Invifible the Fairy came : Did ever you in courts attend?
Your precious babe is hence contcgd, For all my fawning rogues agree,
And in the place a changeling laid.
Where are the father's mouth and nose,
Sce here, a Mocking aukward creature, 137. Fable II. The Spaniel and the Cameleon. That speaks a fool in ev'ry feature. SPANIEL, bred with all the care
The woman's blind, the Mother crics ;
I sec wit sparkle in his eyes.
Lord! Madam, what a squinting leer! Indulg'd to disobey command.
No doubt the Fairy hath been here. In painper'd ease his hours were spent ;
Just as she spoke, a Pigmy Sprite He never knew what learning mcant.
Pops through the key-hole, swift as light: Such forward airs, so pert, so smart,
Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands, Were sure to win his lady's hcart :
And thus her folly reprimands: Each little mischief gain'd him praise ;
Whence sprung the vain conceited lye, How pretty were his fawning ways !
That we the world with fools supply The wind was fouth, the morning fair,
What! give our sprightly race away He ventures forth to take the air :
For the dull helpless Tons of clay! He ranges all the meadow round,
Besides, by partial fondness shown, And rolls upon the softest ground;
Like you, we doat upon your own. When near him a Cameleon feen,
Where vet was ever found a mother, Was scarce distinguith'd froin the green.
Who'd give her booby for another!
And should we change with human breed,
§ 139. Fable IV. The Eagle and the Affembit
of Animals. Believe me, friend; I know the town. Sir, says the Sycophant, like you,
S Jupiter's all-scing eye · Of old, politer life I knew :
Survey'd the worlds beneath the sky, Like you, a courtier born and bred,
From this finall fpeck of earth were fent Kings lean'd an car to what I farch
Murmurs and sounds of discontent;
For ev'ry thing alive complain'd
I grant, an ancient ram replies, That he the hardest life fuftain'd.
We bear no terror in our eyes; Jove calls his eagle. At the word
Yet think us not of soul fo tame, Before him ftands the royal bird.
Which no repeated wrongs inflame; The bird, obedient, from heav'n's height
Insensible of ev'ry ill, Downward dire&ts his rapid flight;
Because we want thy tusks to kill. Then cited ev'ry living thing,
Know, those who violence pursue, To hear the mandates of his king.
Give to themselves the vengeance due ;
For in thele massacres they find
The two chief plagues that waste mankind, Thefe murmurs, which offend the skies?
Our skin supplies the wrangling bar ; Why this disorder ? say the cause :
It wakes their flumb’ring fons to war; For just are Jove's eternal laws.
And well revenge may rest contented, Let each his discontent reveal.
Since drums and parchment were invented. To yon sour Dog I first appeal.
Hard is my lot, the hound replies : On what feet nerves the Greyhound Mies ! § 141. Fable VI. The Mifer and Plutus. While I, with weary step and now, O'er plains and vales, and mountains go. THE
HE wind was high, the window shakes;
With sudden start the Miser wakes; The morning sees my chace begun, Nor ends it till the setting fun.
Along the filent room he stalks ;
Looks back and trembles as he walks !
Each lock and ev'ry bolt he tries,
In ev'ry creek and corner pries,
Then opes the chest with treasure storld,
And stands in rapture o'er his board ; Jove ne'er had heard
But now, with sudden qualms pofleft,
He wrings his hands, he beats his breast. The Fox the Lion's force and heart:
By conscience ftung, he wildly ftares;
And thus his guilty soul declares :
This heart had known liveet peace of mind.
Can recompense the pangs of vice!
O banc of good ! seducing cheat !
Can inan, weak man, thy pow'r defeat ?
Gold banish'd honor froin the mind,
And only left the name behind ;
Gold fow'd the world with ev'ry ill;
Gold taught the murd'rer's sword to kills
'Twas gold instructed coward hearts Entirely change your name and nature,
In treach'ry's more pernicious arts.
Who can recount the mischiefs o'er?
Virtue resides on carth no more!
He spoke, and ligh’d. In angry mood,
Plutus, his god, before him stood.
The Miser, trembling, lock'd his cheft;
Whence is this vile ungrateful rart,
Each sordid rascal's daily cant ?
Did I, bale wretch, corrupt mankind ?
Because my blellings are abus'd,
Must I be censur'd, curs'd, accus'd!
Ev'n virtue's self by knaves is made
And pow'r (when lodg'd in their peffeflion) See, fee, your murd'rer is in view;
Grows tyranny and rank oppression.
Gold is the canker of the breast !
And ev'ry shocking vice belido;
But when to virtuous hands 'tis given,
It ble les like the dews of heav'n: