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XIL

THOUGHT OF A BRITON

ON THE

SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND.

Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice:In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty!There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against Him ; but hast vainly striven;

Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft:Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left!For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain Floods should thunder as before, And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful Voice be heard by thee!

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XIII.

WRITTEN IN LONDON,

Septemler, 1802.

O Friend! I know not which way I must look

For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,

To think that now our Life is only drest

For shew; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,

Or groom!—We must run glittering like a Brook

In the open sunshine, or we are unblest:

The wealthiest man among us is the best:

No grandeur now in nature or in book

Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,

This is idolatry; and these we adore:

Plain living and high thinking are no more:

The homely beauty of the good old cause

Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,

And pure religion breathing household laws.

XIV.
LONDON,

1802.

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again;And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on itself did lay.

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Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd

And tongues that uttered wisdom, better none:

The later Sydney, Marvel, Harrington,

Young Vane, and others who called Milton Friend.

These Moralists could act and comprehend:

They knew how genuine glory was put on;

Taught us how rightfully a nation shone

In splendor: what strength was, that would not bend

But in magnanimous meekness. France, 'tis strange

Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then.

Perpetual emptiness ! unceasing change!

No single Volume paramount, no code,

No master spirit, no determined road;

But equally a want of Books and Men {

XVI.

It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which to the open Sea
Of the world's praise from dark antiquity
Hath flowed, " with pomp of waters, unwithstood,"
Road by which all might come and go that would,
And bear out freights of worth to foreign lands;
That this most famous Stream in Bogs and Sands
Should perish; and to evil and to good
Be lost for ever. In our Halls is hung
Armoury of the invincible Knights of old:
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.—In every thing we are sprung
Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.

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