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Lo, with dim eyes, that never learn’d to smile,
'The surge and tempelt, lighted by her ray, And to a happier land wafts merrily away.
XLIX. And even where Nature loads the teeming plain ( With the full
vegetable store, • Her bounty, unimproved, is deadly bane : • Dark woods and rankling wilds, from shore to shore, • Stretch their enormous gloom; which to explore · Even Fancy trembles, in her sprightlieft mood; · For there, each eyeball gleams with lust of gore,
• Nestles each murderous and each monitrous brood, • Plague lurks in every shade, and steams from every flood,
L. • 'Twas from Philosophy man learn’d to tame • The foil by plenty to intemperance fed. • Lo, from the echoing ax, and thundering frame, • Poison and plague and yielding rage are fled. • The waters, bursting from their dimy bed, · Bring health and melody to every vale: • And, from the breezy main, and mountain's head,
· Ceres and Flora, to the funny dale, • To fan their glowing charms, invite the fluttering gale,
LI. What dire necessities on every hand . Our art, our Itrength, onr fortitude require ? "Of foes intestine what a numerous band
Against this little throb of life conspire ! 6 Yet Science can elude their fatal ire • A while, and turn aside Death's level'd dart, • Sooth the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire, · And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the heart, And yet a few foft nights and balmy days impart.
LII. · Nor less to regulate man's moral frame + Science exerts her all-composing fway. • Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame, • Or pines to indolence and Spleen a prey, • Or Avarice, a fiend more fierce than they? • Flee to the shade of Academus' grove ; • Where cares moleft not, discord melts away
• In harmony, and the pure passions prove (Love. • How sweet the words of truth breathed from the lips of
LIII. • What cannot Art and Industry perform, • When Science plans the progress of their toil!
They smile at penury, direale, and ttorm ; • And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil. • When tyrants scourge, or demagogues embroil • A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage
Order transforms to anarchy and spoil, • Deep-versed in man the philosophic Sage ! Prepares with lenient hand their phrenzy to afswage.
LIV. « 'Tis he alone, whose comprehensive mind, • From situation, temper, soil, and clime
Explored, a nation's various power can bind . And various orders, in one Form sublime • Of polity, that, midst the wrecks of time, • Secure shall lift its head on high, nor fear • Th' affault of foreign or domestic crime,
• While public faith, and public love sincere, • And Industry and Law maintain their fway severe.'
Sublime from cause to cause exults to rise,
An Emulation's noble rage alarm,
LVII. But She who set on fire his infant heart, And all his dreams, and all his wanderings shared And bless'd the Muse and her celeitial art, Still claim d th’Enthufiaft's fond aud firit regard. From Nature's beauties variously compared And variously coinbined, he learns to frame Those forms of bright perfection, which the Bard,
While boundless hopes and boundless views inflame, Enamour'd confecrates tu never-dying faine.
LVIII. Of late, with cumbersome, though pompous show, Edwin would oft his dowry rhime deface, Through ardour to adorn ; but Nature now To his experienced eye a modeit grace Prefeats, where Ornament the second place Holds to intrinsic worth and juit deliga Subfervient itill. Simplicity apace
Tenpers his rage: he owns her charm divine, And clears th’ainbiguous phrase, and lops th’unwieldy line.
LIX. Fain would I fing (much yet unsung remains) What sweet delirium o'er his bofum ilule, When the great Shepherd of the Mailluan plains * His deep inajestic melody 'gan to rull:
Fain would I fing, what transport florm'd his soul,
Gracefully terrible, sublimely strong,
I hafte, where gleams funeral glare around (sound. And, mix'd with
thrieks of woe, the knells of death re
refined, Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind ! * He fleeps in duft.-mAh, how shall I pursue My theme' - To heart-consuming grief refign’d Here on this recent grave I fix ny view, And poor my bitter tears.—Ye flowery lays, adieu !
G** ****, for ever fled !
Thy placid eyes with imiles no longer glow,
My hopes to cherish, and allay my fears.- (tears. "Tis meet that I should mourn :-flow forth afrein my
* This excellent person died suddenly, on the 10th of February, 1773. The conclusion of the poem was written a few days after,