And, ready for the vacant space,
Incumbent air resumes his place,
Depressing with stupendous force
Whate'er resists his downward course.

Pumps mov'd by rods from ponderous beams

Arrest the unsuspecting streams,
Which soon a sluggish pool would lie;
Then spout them foaming to the sky.

Sagacious Savery! taught by thee
Discordant elements agree,
Fire, water, air, heat, cold, unite,
And listed in one service fight,
Pure streams to thirsty cities send,
Or deepest mines from floods defend.
Man's richest gift thy work will shine;
Rome's aquaeducts were poor to thine!

At last the long descent is o'er; Above your heads the billows roar: High o'er your heads they roar in vain; Not all the surges of the main The dark recess can e'er disclose, Rock's heap'd on rocks th' attempt oppose : Thrice Dover's cliff from you the tides With interposing roof divides !

From such abyss restor'd to light, Invade no more the realms of night.

For Heroines it may well suffice
Once to have left these azure skies.

Heroes themselves, in days of yore,
Bold as they were, achiev'd no more.
Without a dread descent you may
The mines in their effects survey,
And with an easy eye look down
On that fair port and happy town.

Where late along the naked strand The fisher's cot did lonely stand, And his poor bark unshelter'd lay, Of every swelling surge the prey, Now lofty piers their arms extend, And with their strong embraces bend Round crowded fleets, which safe defy All storms that rend the wintry sky, And bulwarks beyond bulwarks chain The fury of the roaring main. The peopled vale fair dwellings fill, And length'ning streets ascend the hill; Where Industry, intent to thrive, Brings all her honey to the hive; Religion strikes with reverent awe, Example works th' effect of law, And Plenty's flowing cup we see Untainted yet by luxury.

These are the glories of the mine! Creative Commerce, these are thine 1

Here while delighted, You impart Delight to every eye and heart; Behold, grown jealous of your stay, Your native stream his charms display, To court you to his banks again; Now wind in wanton waves his train, Now spread into a chrystal plain; Then hid by pendent rocks would steal, But tuneful falls his course reveal, As down the bending vales he roves Thro' Yanwath woods, and Buckholm's groves; Whose broad o'erspreading boughs beneath Warbling he flows, while Zephyrs breathe.

Here softly swells the spacious lawn,
Where bounds the buck, and skips the fawn,
Or, couch'd beneath the hawthorn-trees,
In dappled groups enjoy the breeze.

Amid yon sunny plain, alone,
To patriarchal reverence grown,
An oak for many an age has stood
Himself a widely waving wood,
While men and herds, with swift decay,
Race after race, have pass'd away.
See still his central trunk sustain

Huge boughs, which round o'erhang the plain,

And hospitable shade inclose,
Where flocks and herbs at ease repose!

There the brown fells ascend the sky,
Below, the green inclosures lie';
Along their sloping sides supine
The peaceful villages recline :
On azure roofs bright sun-beams play,
And make the meanest dwelling gay.
Thus oft the wise all-ruling Mind
Is to the lowly cottage kind;
Bids there his beams of favor fall,
While Sorrow crowds the lofty hall;
That this may fear his awful frown,
And grateful that his goodness own.

If, grown familiar to the sight, Lowther itself should less delight, Then change the scene: to Nature's pride, Sweet Keswick's vale, the Muse will guide. The Muse, who trod th' inchanted ground, Who sail'd the wonderous lake around, With You will haste once more to hail The beauteous brook of Borrodale.

From savage parent, gentle stream !
Be thou the Muse's favorite theme:
O soft insinuating glide
Silent along the meadow's side,
Smooth o'er the sandy bottom pass
Resplendent all thro' fluid glass,
Unless upon thy yielding breast
Their painted heads the lilies rest,:

To where in deep capacious bed
The widely liquid lake is spread.

Let other streams rejoice to roar Down the rough rocks of dread Lodore, Rush raving on with boisterous sweep, And foaming rend the frighted deep, Thy gentle Genius shrinks away From such a rude unequal fray; Thro' thine own native dale, where rise Tremendous rocks amid the skies, Thy waves with patience slowly wind, Till they the smoothest channel find, Soften the horrors of the scene, And thro' confusion flow serene.

Horrors like these at first alarm, But soon with savage grandeur charm, And raise to noblest thoughts your mind. Thus by thy fall, Lodore, reclin'd, The cragged cliff, impendent wood, Whose shadows mix o'er half the flood, The gloomy clouds, which solemn sail, Scarce lifted by the languid gale O'er the cap'd hill, and darken'd vale; The ravening kite, and bird of Jove, Which round th' aerial ocean rove, And, floating on the billowy sky, With full expanded pennons fly, Their fluttering or their bleating prey