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From courts, to camps, to cottages it ilrays,
And all are taught an avarice of praise ;
They please, are pleas'd they give to get esteem,
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.


But while this fofter art their bliss supplies, It gives their follies also room to rise ; For praise too dearly lov'd, or warmly fought, Enfecbles all internal ftrength of thought. And the weak soul, within itself unblet, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast Hence oftentation here, with tawdry art, Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart > Here vanity assumes hier pert grimace, And trims her robes of frize with

Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
To boast one splendid banquet once a yeari,
The mind fill turns where shifting famion drawe,
Nor weighs the folid worth of self applaule.

To men of other minds my fancy fies,
Embosom'd in the deep where Flolland lics.
Methin!:s her patient fons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land,
And, fedulous to stop the coming tide,
Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride.
Onward me thinks, and diligently flow
The firm connected bulwark seems to go;
Spreads its long arms amidft the watry roar,
Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
While the pent ocean rising o'er the pile,
Sees an amphibinus world beneath him smile ;
The flow canal, the yellow bloffom'd vale,
The willow tufted bank, the gliding fail,
The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,
A new creation rescu'd from his reign.

Thus while around the wave-subjected foil
Impels the native to repeated toil,


Industrious habits in each bosom reign,
And industry begets a love of gain.
Hence all the good from opulence that springs,
With all those ills fuperfluous treasure brings,
Are here display'd: Their much-lov'd wealth imparts
Convenience, plenty, elegance and arts;
But view them closer, craft and fraud appear,
Ev'n liberty itself is barter'd here.
At gold's superior charms all freedom flies,
The needy (ell it, and the rich man buys :
A land of Tyrant's and'a den of flaves,
Here wretches feek dishonourable graves,
And calmly bent, to servitude conform,
Dull as their lakes that flúmber in the form.,

Heav'ns ! how unlike their Belgic fires of old ;
Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold;
War in each breat, and freedom. on each brow;
How much unlike the fons of Britain now!

Fir'd at the Sognsl my genius spreads her wing,
And flies where Britain courts the western spring;
Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride,
And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide,
There all around the gentlett breezes Atray,
There gentlest mulig inelts oa ev'ry spray:
Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd,


only in the after's mind
Stern o'er each bofom reason holds her state
With daring aims irregularly great,
Pride in their port defance in their eye,
I see the lords of huínan kind pass by,
Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band,
By forms unfashion d freh from Nature's hand;
Fierce in their native hardiness of soul,
True to imagin’d, right, above.controul,
While ev’n the peasant boasts these rights to scan,
And learns to venerate himself as man.

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Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictur'd here,
Thine are those charms that dazzle' and endear;
Too bleft indeed, were fuch without alloy,
But fofter'd ev'n by Freedom ills annoy,
That independance Britons prize too high,
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie;
The self-dependant lordlings stand alone,
All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown ;
Here by the bonds of nature feebly held,
Minds combat minds, repelling and repellid.
Ferments arise, imprison's factions roar,
Represt ambition ftruggles round her shore,
Till over-wrought, the general system feels
Its motions ftop, or phrenzy fires the wheels.

Nor this the worst. "As 'nature's ties decay,
As duty, love, and honour fail to sway,
Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law,
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe.
Hence all obedience bows to these alone,
And talents sink, and merit weeps unknown;

Till time may come when fript of all her charms,
The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms,
Where noble ftems transmit the patriot flame,
Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrought for fame; il y
One fink of level avarice shall lie,

es 01", And scholars, foldiers, kings, unhonour'd die.

0 Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I flate, H I mean to flatter kings, or court the great ;

;" ** Ye powr's of truth that bid my foul aspire, Far from bosom drive the low defire ; And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel;

www.I The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry feel; Thou transitory flow'r alike undone By proud contempt, or favour's foft'ring fun, Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure,

CiT I only would repress them to secure : For just experience tells, in ev'ry foil,

HT That those who think must govern those that toil:


And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach,
Is but to lay, proportion's loads on each.
Hence, should one order disproportiou'd grow, :
Its double weight must ruin all below.

O then how.bliod to all that truth requires,
Who think it Freedom when a part aspires !
Calm is my foul, nor apt to rise in arms, .
Except when fat approaching danger warms :
But when contending chiefs blockade the throne,
Contracting regal pow'r to ftretch their own,
When I behold a fa&ious band agree
To call it freedom wben themselves are free ;
Each wanton judge'new penal tatutes draw,
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law;
The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam,
Pillag'd from faves to purchase flaves at home;
Fear, pity, justice, indignation start,
Tear off referve, and bear my swelling heart ;
Till half a patriot, half a coward grown,
I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.


Yes, brother, curfe with me that baleful hour
When first ambition truck at regal pow'r;
And thus polluting honour in its source,
Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force.
Have we not seen round Britain's peopled More,
Her useful fons exchang 'for ufeless ore?
Seen all her triumphs but destruction hafte,
Like fiaming tapers bright ’ning as they waste;
Seen Oppulence, her grandeur to maintain,
Lead ftern Depopulation in her train,
And over fields where fcatter'd hamlet's role,
In barren solitary, pomp repofe ?
Have we not seen at pleasure's lordly call,
The smiling long-frequented village fall ?
Beheld the duteous son, the fire decay a,
The modest matron, and the bļushing maid,

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the wettern main ;
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara ftuns with thund'ring found?

Ev'n now, perhaps, as there fome pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dang'rous ways; Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flics, And all around distressful yells arife, The pensive exile, bending with his wo, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Cafts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom fympathize with mine.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind :
Why have I ftray'd from pleasure and repose,
To seek a good each government bestows ?
In ev'ry government, though terrors reign,
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Still to ourselves in ev'ry place consign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find :
With secret course, which no loud storms
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel,
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel,
To men remote from pow'r but rarely known,
Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own.


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