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When Summer reddens, and when Autumn beams; | Disclos'd, ard kindled, by refining frost,
Or in the wintery globe wbatever lies

Pours every lustre on th' exalted eye.
Conceald, aud fattens with the richest sap :

A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure, These are not wanting; nor the milky drove, And mark then down for wisdom. With swift wing, Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale;

O'er land and sea imagination roams;
Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams, Or truth, divinely breaking on his inind,
And hum of bees, inviting slcep sincere

Elates his being, and unfolds his powers ;
Into the gultless breast, beneath the shade, Or in his breast heroic virtue burns.
Or tl:rown at large amid the fragrant bay ;

Thc touch of kindred too and love he feels;
Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song,

The modest eye, whose beains on his alone Dim grottoes, gleaming lakes, and fountains clear. Festatic shine ; the little strong embrace Here too dwells simple truth ; plain innocence; Of prattling children, twin'd around his neck, Unsullied beauty ; sound unbroken youth,

And emulous to please him, calling forth Patient of labour, with a little pleas'd;

The fond paternal soul. Nor purpose gay, Health ever blooining; unambitious toil;

Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorbs; Calm contemplation, and poetic ease.

For happiness and true philosophy Let others brave the flood in quest of gain,

Are of the social still, and siniling kind. And beat, for joyless months, the gloomy wave.

This is the life which those who fret in guilt, Let such as deem it glory to destroy,

And guilty cities, never knew; the life, Rush into blood, the sack of cities seek;

Led by primeral ages, incorrupt, l'npierc'd, exulting in the widow's wail,

When angels dwelt, and God himself, with man! The virgin's shriek, and infant's trembling cry.

Oh, Nature ! all-sufficient! orer all! Let some, far distant froin their native soil, Enri h me with the knowledge of thy works! Urg'd or by want or harden'd avarice,

Snatch me to Heaven; thy rolling wonder there, Find other lands beneath another Sun.

Worli beyond world, in infinite extent, Let this through cities work his eager way,

Profusely scatter d o'er the blue immense, By regal outrage and establish'd guile,

Show me; their motions, periods, and their laws, The social sense extinct; and that ferment Giro me to scan; through the disclosing deep Mad into tumult the seditious bord,

Light my blind way; the mineral strata there; Or melt them down to slavery. Let these

Thrust, blooming, thence the vegetable world ; Inshare the wretched in the toils of law,

O'er that the rising system, more complex, Fonienting discord, and perplexing right,

Of animals; and higher still, the mind, An iron race ! and those of fairer frunt,

The varied scene of quick-compounded thought, But equal inhumanity, in courts,

And where the mixing passions endless shift ; Delusive pomp, and dark cabals delight;

These ever open to my ravish'd eye; Wreathe the deep bow, diffuse the lying smile, A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust ! And tread the weary labyrinth of state.

But if to that unequal ; if the blood, While he, from all the storniy passions free In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid That restless men involve, bcars, and but hears,

That best ambition ; under closing shades, At distance safe, the human tempest roar,

Inglorious, lay me by the lowly brook,
Wrapt close in conscious peace. The fall of kings, And wlisper to my dreanır. I'rom thee begin,
The rage of nations, and the crush of states, Dwell all on thee, with thee conclude my sung!
Move not the man, who, from the world escap'd, And let me never, never stray from thee!
In still retreats, and Rowery solitudes,
To Nature's voice attends, from month to month,
And day to day, through the revolving year;
Admiring sees her in her every shape;

WINTER. 1726.
Feels all her sweet einotions at his heart;
Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more,
He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting

ARGUMENT.
gems,

The subject proposed. Address to the carl of Marks the first brul, and sucks the healthful gale

Wilmington. First approach of Winter. AcInto his fresheu'd soul, her genial hours

cording to the natural course of the Season, va. He !ull enjoys; and not a beauty blows,

rions storms described. Rain. Wind. Show, And not an opening blosson breathes in vain.

The driving of the snows: a man porisl.ing In Suminer he, henath the living shade,

among them; whence reflections on the wants Such as v'er frigid 'Tenpe wont to wave,

and miscrics of human life. The wolris des. Or Hemus cool, read's what the Muse, of these,

cending from the Alps and Apennines. A wiuter Perhaps, has in immortal numbers sung; Or what she dictates writes : and oft, an eye

erening described: as spent by philosophers; Shot round, rejuices in the viguro!!s year.

by the country people; in the city. Frost.

A view of Winter within the pol..: circle. When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world,

thaw. The whole concluding with moral reAnd tempts the sickled swain into the field,

flections on a future state.
Seiz'd by the general joy, his heart distends
With gentle throws; and through the tepid gicams
Deep musing, then he hest exerts his song.
E'en Winter, wild tu hiin, is full of bliss.

Sce, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
'The mighty tcmpest, and the hoary waste, Sullen aud say, with all his risins train,
Abrupt, anit deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earth, Vapours, and clouds, and storms.
Awake to solaaun thought. At vighi the skies;

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These ! that esalt the soul to solenn thought, Wrapt in black glooms. First joyless rains obscure And Heavenly inusing. Welcome, kindred glooms! | Drive through the mingling skies with vapour foul; Congenial horrours, hail! with frequent foot, Dash on the mountain's brow, and shake the woods, Pleas'd have I, in iny cheerful morn of life, That grumbling wave below. Th’unsightly plain When nurs'd by careless solitude I liv'd,

Lies a brown deluge; as the low-bent clouds And sung of Nature with uncrasing joy,

Pour food on flood, yet inexhausted still Pleas'd have I wander'd through your rough Combine, and deepening into night shut up domain;

The day's fair face. The wanderers of Heaven, Trod the pure virgin-snows, myself as pure; Each to his home, retire; save those that love Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent burst; To take tseir pastime in the troubled air, Or seen the deep fermenting tempest brew'd Or skimming tlutter round the dimply pool. In the griin evening sky. Thus pass'd the time, The cattle from th' nntasted fields return, Till through the lacini chambers of the south And ask, with meaning lowe, their wonted stalls, Look'd out the joyous Spring, louk'd out, and Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.

To thee, the patron of her first essay, (smil'd. | Thitber the houshold feathery people crowd, The Muse, o Wilmington! renews her song. The crested cock, with all his feinale train, Since has she rounded the revolving year: Pensive, and dripping; while the cottage-hind Skimm'd the gay Spring; op eagle-pinions borne, Hangs o'er th' enlivening blaze, and taleful there Attempted through the Summer-blaze to rise ; Recounts his simple frolic: much he talks, Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale ; And much he laughs, nor recks the storm that And now among the Wintery clouds again,

blows Roll'd in the doubling storin, she tries to soar; Without, and rattles on his humble roof. To swell her note with all the rushing winds;

Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swellid, To snit her sounding cadence to the foods;

And the mix'd ruin of its banks o’crspread, As is her theme, hir nuunbers wildly great : At last the rous'd up river poors along: Thrice happy! could she fill thy judging car Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, With bold description, and with manly thought. From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Nor art thou skill'd in aweful schemes alone, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far; And how to make a mighty people thrive: Then o'er the sanded valley Hoating spreads, But equal goodness, sound integrity,

Calın, sluggish, silent; till again, constrain'd A firm unshaken uncorrupted soul

Between two meeting hills, it bursts away, Amid a sliding age, and burning strong,

Where rocks and woouls o'erhang the turbid stream; Not vainly blazing for thy country's wcal,

There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep, A steady spirit regularly free;

It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders These, each exalting each, the statesman light

through. Into the patriot; these, the public hope

Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand And eye to thee converting, bid the Muse

Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, Record what envy dares not flattery call.

How mighty, how majestic, are thy works ! Now when the cheerless empire of the sky With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul! To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields,

That sees astonishid! and astonish'd sings ! And nerce Aquarius stains th' inverted year; Ye too, ye winds ! that now begin to blow, Hung o'er the farthest verge of Heaven, the Sun With boisterous sweep, I raise my voice to you. Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day. Where are your stores, ye powerful beings! say, Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot Where your aërial magazines reserv'd, His struggling rays, in horizontal lines,

To swell the brooding terrours of the storin? Through the thick air; as, cioth'd in cloudy storm, In what far distant region of the sky, Wcak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky; | Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm? And, soon-descending, to the long dark night,

When from the pallid sky the Sun descends, Wide-shading all, thr prostrate world resigns. With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Nor is the night unwish'd; while vital heat, Uncertain wanders, stain'd; red fiery streaks Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake. Regin to push around. The reeling clouds Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast, Stayger with dizzy poise, as doubting yet Deep-tingid and damp, and congregated clouds, Which master to obey : while rising slow, And all the vapourv turbulence of Heaven,

Blank, in the leaden-colour'd east, the Moon Involve the face of things. Thus Winter falls, Wears a wan circle round her blunted horns. A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world,

Seen through the turbid fluctuating air, Through Nature shedding influence malign, The stars obtuse emit a shiver'd ray; And rouses up the seeds of dark discasc.

Or frequent seen to shoot athwart the gloom, The soul of man dies in him, loathing life,

And long be bind them trail the whitening blaze. And black with inore than melancholy views. Snatch'd in short eddies, plays the wither'd leaf; The cattle droop; and o'er the furrow'd land, And on the food the dancing feather floats. Fresh from the plough, thc dun discolour'd flocks, With broaden'd nostrils to the sky up-turn’d, Untended spreading, crop the whole-soine root. The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale. Along the woods, along the moorish fens,

Ev'n as the matron, at her nightly task, Sighs the sad Genius of the coming storm;

With pensive labour draws the flaxen thread, And up among the loose disjointed cliffs,

The wasted taper and the crackling flame And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook Foretell the blast. But chief the plumy race, And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, The tenants of the sky, its changes speak. Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear.

Retiring froin the downs, where all day long Then comes the father of the tempest forth, They pick'd their scanty fare, a blackening train

Of clamorous rooks thick årge their weary night, Where now, ye lying vänities of life!
And seek the closing shelter of the grove;

Ye ever-tempting, ever-cheating train !
Assiduous, in his bower, the wailing owl

Where are you now? and what is your amount ? Plies his sad song. The cormorant on high Vexation, disappointment, and remorse. Wheels froin the deep, and screams along the Sad, sickening thought! and yet deluded man, land.

A scene of crude disjointed visions past, Loud shrieks the soaring hern; and with wild wing And bruken slumbers, rises still resolv'd, The circling sea-fowl cleave the flaky clouds. With new-flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round. Ocean, unequal press'd, with broken tide

Father of light and life ! thou good Supreme ! And blind commotion heaves; while from the o, teach me what is gool! teach me Thyself! shore,

Save me froin folly, vanity, and vice, Eat into caverns by the restless wave,

From every low pursuit ! and feed my soul And forest-rustling mountains, comes a voice, With know ledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; That solemn sounding bids the world prepare. Sacreu, substantial, never-fading bliss ! Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst, The keener tempestas rise: and fuming dun And burls the whole precipitated air,

From all the livid east, or piercing north, Down, in a torrent. On the passive main

Thick clouds ascend ; in whose capacious womb Descends th'ethereal force, and with strong gust A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congeal'd. Turns from its bottom the discolour'd decp. Heavy they roll their fleecy world along ; Through the black night that sits immense around, And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm. Lash'd into foam, the fierce couficting brine Through the hush'd air the whitening shower Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burn :

descends, Meantime the mountain-billows to the clouds At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes In dreadful tumult swellid, surge above surge,

Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day, Burst into chaos with tremendous roar,

With a continual flow. The cherish'd fields And anchor'd navies from their stations drive,

Put on their winter-robe of purest white. Wild as the winds across the howling waste

'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow melts Of mighty waters : now th' inflated wave

Along the mazy current Low, the woods Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot Bow their hvar head; and, ere the languid Sun Into the secret chambers of the decp,

Faint from the west emits his evening ray, The wintery Baltic thundering o'er their head. Earth's universal face, deep hid, and chill, Emerging thence again, before the breath Is one wide dazzling waste, that buries wide Of full-exerted Heaven they wing their course,

The works of man.

Drooping, the labourer-ox And dart on distant coasts; if some sharp rock,

Stands cover'd o'er with snow, and then demands Or shoal insidious break not their career,

The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of Heaven, And in loose fragments fling them floating round. Taın'd by the cruel season, crowd around Nor less at land the loosen'd tempest reigns.

The winnowing store, and claim the little boon The mountain thunders; and its sturdy sons

Which Providence assigns them. One alone, Stoop to the bottoin of the rocks they shade.

The red-breast, sacred to the household gods, Lone on the midnight steep, and all aghast,

Wisely regardful of th' embroiling sky, The dark way-faring stranger breathless toils,

In joyless tiells, and thorny thickets, leaves And, often falling, climbs against the blust. His shivering mates, and pays to trusted inan Low waves the routed forest, vex'l, and sheds His annual visit. Half-afraid he first What of its tarnish'd honons yet remain;

Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights Dash'd down, and scatter'd, by the tearing wind's On the warm hearth; then, hopping v'er the toor, Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs.

Eyes all the smiling family askance. Thus struggling through the dissipated grove,

And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : The whirling tempest raves along the plain;

Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs And on the cottage thatch'd, or loruly roof,

Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Keen-fastening, shakes them to the solid base. Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Sleep frighted flies; and round the rocking dome, | Thougt, timorous of heart, and hard beset For entrance eager, howls the savage blast.

By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, Then too, they say, through all the burden'd air, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Long groans are heard, shrill sounds, and distant Urg'd on by fearless want. The bleating kind That, utter'd by the demon of the night, [sighs, Eye the bleak Heaven, and next the glistening Warn the devoted wretch of woe and death.

Earth Huge uproar lords it wide. The clouds com

With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad-dispers'd, With stars swift gliding swcep along the sky. [mixt Dig for the wither'd herb through heaps of snow. All Nature reels : till Nature's King, who oft Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone,

Baffle the raging year, and fill their penns kind; And on the wings of the carcering wind

With food at will; lodge them below the storin, Walks dreadfully serene, conimands a calm ;

And watch them strict : for from the bellowing East, Then strait air, sea, and eartlı,

are hush'd at once.

In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing As yet 'tis midnight deep. The weary clouds, Sweeps up the burrhen of whole wintery plains Slow-meeting, mingle into solid gloom.

At one wide waft, and o'er the hapless flocks, Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, Let me associate with the serious Night,

The billowy tempest whelms; lill, upward urg'd, And Contemplation her sedate compeer;

The valley to a shining mountain swells,
Let me shake off th' intrusive cares of day, Tipt with a wreath high-curling in the sky.
And lay the meddling senses all aside.

As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce,

All Winter driprs along the darken'd air ;

How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In his own luose-revolving licids, the swain

In deep retir'dl distress. How many stand Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend,

Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, And point the parting anguish. Thonght fond mas Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Of these, and all the thousand napieless ills, Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid

That one incessant struggle render life, Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate, Froin hill to dale, still more and more astray; Vice in his high career would stand appallid, Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think ; Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts | The conscious heart of Charity would warm, of home

And her wide wish Benevolence dilate; Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth The social tear would rise, the social sigh; In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soui ! And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, What black despair, what borrour, tills his heart! Retining still, the social passions work. When for the dusky spot, which fancy frign'd And here can I forget the generous band', His tufted cottage rising through the snow, Who, touch'd with human woe, redressive search'd He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Into the horrours of the glooiny jail ? Far from the track, and blest abode of mm ; Unpiried, and unheard, where misery inoans; While round him night resistless closes fast, Where sickness pines; where thirst and hunger And every tempest, howling o'er bis heal, And poor misfortune feels the lash of rice. (burn, Renders the savage wilderness more wild.

While in the land of liberty, the land Then throng the busy shapes into his mind, Wbuse every street and public meeting glow Of cover'd pits, unfathomably deep,

With open freedom, little tyrants rag'd; A dire descent' beyond the power of frost; Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth; Of faithless logs ; of precipices huge,

Tore from cold wintery limbs the tatter'd weed; Smooth'd up with snow; and, what is land, un Ev'n robb’d them of the last of comforts, sleep; known,

The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain'd, What water of the still unfrozen spring,

Or, as the lust of cruelty prevailid, In the loose marsh or solitary lake,

At pleasure mark'd bim with inglorious stripes : Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils, And crush'd out lives, by secret barbarous ways, These check his fearful steps; and down he sinks That for their country would have toil'd, or bled. Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift,

(, great design ! if executed well, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death,

With patient care, and wisdom-temper'd zeal. Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Ye sons of mercy! yet resume the search; Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, Drag forth the legal monsters into light, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen, Wrench from their hands oppressioa's iron rod, In vain for him th' officious wife prepares

And bid the cruel feel the pains they give. The fire fair-blazing, and the vestinent warm ; Much still untouch'd remains; in this rank age, In vain his little children, peeping out

Much is the patriot's weeding hand requir'd. Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, The toils of law, (what dark insidious men With tears of artless innocence. Alas!

Have cumberous added to perplex the truth, Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, And lengthen simple justice into trade) Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve How glorious were the day ! that saw these broke, The deadly Winter seizes; shuts up sense ; And every man within ihe reach of right. And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping could,

By wintery famine rous'd, from all the tract lays hiin along the snows, a stiffen'd corse, Of horrid mountains which the shining Alps, Stretch'd out, and hleaching in the northeru blast. And wavy Appennine, and Pyrences,

Ah, little think the gay licentious proud, Pranch out stupendous into distant lands; Whum pleasnre, power, and affluence surround! ; Cruel as Death, and hungry as the Grave! They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, Burning for blood ! bony, and gaunt, and grim! And wanton, often cruel, riot waste;

Assembling wolves in raging troops descend; Ah, little think they, while they dance along, And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, How many feel, this very moment, death

keen as the north wind sweeps the glossy soon. And all the sad variety of pain.

All is their prize. They fastin on the steed, How many sink in the devouring food,

Press him to earth, and pierce his mighty heart. Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, Nor can the bull his awful front defend, By shaineful variance betwixt man and man. Or shake the murdering sarages away. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Rupacious, at the mother's throat they fiy, Shut froin the common air, and cornmon use And tiar the screaming infant from her hrcast. Of their own limbs. Ilow inany drink the cup The goulike face of man avails him nought. Of baleful grier, or eat the bitter bread

E'vn Beauty, force divine ! at whose bright glance Of misery. Sore piered by wintery winds,

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generous lion stands in suiten'd gaze, How many shrink into the surlid not

Flere bleeds, a haploss undistinguish'd prey. Of cheerless poverty. ilo:v many shake

But if, appriz'd of the severe attack, With all the fiercer tortures of the mind,

The country be shut up, lurd by the scent, Unbounded passion, madness, guilt, retorse ; On church-yards drear (inbuman to relate !) Whenco tumbled headlong from the height of life, The disappointed prowlers fall, and dig They furnish maiter for the tragic Muse.

The shruited body from the grave; o'er which, Ev'un in the vale, where Wisdom loves to dwell With Friendship, Peace, and Contemplationjoin'd, The Jail Committee, in the year 1729.

Mix'd with foul shades, and frighted ghosts, they Their country rais'd to freedom, empire, fame. howl.

He too, with whom Athenian honour sunk; Among those hilly regions, where embrac'd And left a mass of sordid lees behind, In peaceful vales the happy Grisons dwell, Phocion the good ; in public life severe, Oft, rushing sudden from the loaded cliffs, To virtue still inexorably firm ; Mountains of snow their gathering terrours roll. But when, beneath his low illustrious roof, From steep to steep, loud-thundering down they Sweet peace and happy wisdom smooth'd his brow, come,

Not friendship softer was, nor love more kind. A wintery waste in dire commotion all;

And he, the last of old Lycurgas' sons,
And herds, and flocks, and travellers, and swains, The generous victim to that vain attempt,
And soinetimes whole brigades of marching troops, To save a rotlen state, Agis, who saw
Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night,

Ev'n Sparta's self to servile avarice sunk.
Are decp beneath the smothering rnin whelm'd. The two Achaian heroes close the train :
Now all amid the rigours of the year,

Aratus, who a while relum'd the soul In the wild depth of Winter, while without Of fondly lingering liberty in Greece: The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, And he her darling, as her latest hope, Between the groaning forest and the shore

The gallant Philopamen ; who to arms Beat by the boundless multitnde of waves, Turn'd the luxurious pomp he could not cure; A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene;

Or toiling in his farm a simple swain; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, Or bold and skilful, thundering in the field. To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, Of rougher front, a mighty people come! And hold high converse with the mighty dead; A race of heroes !' in those virtuous times, Sages of ancient time, as gods rever'd,

Which knew no stain, save that with partial flame As gods beneficent, who blest mankind

Their dearest country they too fondly lov'd: With arts, with arms, and humaniz'd a world. Her better founder first, the light of Rome, Rous'd at th' inspiring thought, 1 throw aside Numa, who susten'd her rapacious sons : The long-liv'd volume ; and, deep musing, hail Servius the king, who laid the solid base The sacred shades, that slowly-rising pass

On which o'er Earth the vast republic spread. Before my wondering eyes. First Socrates, Then the great consuls venerable rise. Who, firinly good in a corrupted state,

The public father' who the private quell’d, Against the rage of tyrants single stood,

As on the dread tribunal sternly sad. Invincible! calm reason's holy law,

He, whom his thankless country could not lose, That voice of God within th' attentive mind, Camillus, only vengeful to his foes. Obeying, fearless, or in life, or death :

Fabricius, scomer of all-conquering gold; Great moral teacher ! wisest of mankind !

And Cincinnatus, aweful from the plough. Solon the next, who built his common-weal

Thy willing victim”, Carthage, bursting loose On equity's wide base ; by lender laws

From all that pleading Nature could oppose, A lively people curbing, yet undamp'd,

From a whole city's tears, by rigid faith Preserving still that quick peculiar fire,

Imperious call'd, and honour's dire commands Whence in the laurel'd field of finer arts,

Scipio, the gentle chief, humanely brave, And of bold freedom, they unequal'd shone, Who soon the race of spotless glory ran, The pride of smiling Greece, and human-kind. And warm in youth, to the poetic shade Lycurgus then, who bow'd beneath the force With Friendship and Philosophy retir’d. Of strictest discipline, severely wise,

Tully, who e powerful eloquence a while All human passions. Following him, I see,

Restrain'd the rapid fat

of rusining Rome. As at Thermopylæ he glorious fell,

Unconquer'd Cato, virtuous in ertrime. The firm devoted chiet', who prov'd by deeds And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart, The hardest lesson which the other taught.

Whose steady arın, hy aweful virtue urg'd, Then Aristides lifts his honest front;

Lifted the Roman sieel against thy friend. Spotless of heart, to whom th' unflattering voice Thousands besides the tribute of a verse Of freedom gave the noblest name of just; Demand; but who can count the stars of Hearon In pure majestic poverty rever'd;

Who sing their infuence on this lower world? Who, ev'n bis glory to his country's weal

Behold, who yonder comes ! in sober state, Submitting, swell'd a hanghty rival's 2 fame. Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun : Reard by bis care, of softer ray appears

'Tis Phoebus self, or else the Mantuan Swain ! Cimon, swert-soul'd; whose genius, rising strong, Great Homer too appears, of daring wing, Shook off the load of young debanch ; abroad Parent of song! and equal by his side, The scourge of Persian pride, at home the friend The British Muse ; join'd hand in hand they walk, Of every worth and every splendidi art;

Darkling, full up the middle steep to Fame. Modest and simple in the pornp of wealth.

Nor absent are those shades, whose skilful tourb Theo the last worthies of declining Greece,

Patheic drew th' im;Jassion'd heart, and charin'd Late cail'd to glory, in unequal times,

Transported Athens with the moral scene : Pensive, appear.

The fair Corinthian boast, Nor those who, tuneful, wak'd th' enchanting lyre. Timoleon, happy temper! mild, and firm,

First of your kind ! suciety divine;
Who wept the brother while the tyrant bled. Still visit thus my nights, for you reservid,
And, equal to the best, the Theban pair',

And mount my soaring soul to thonghts like youre, Whose virtues, in heroic concord join'd,

Silence, thon lontly power! the door be thine;

See on the hallow'd hour that none intrude,
1 Leonidas. 2 Themistocles.
3 Pelopidas and Epaminondas

Marcus Junius Brutus.

2 Regulys. VOL XIN

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