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Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain’d to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honest ruftic ran; Ev’n children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. His ready smile a parent's warmth expreft, Their welfare pleas’d him, and their cares diftreft; To them his heart, his love, his griefs were giv’n, But all his serious thoughts had reft in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lists its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine fettles on its head.
SOURCES OF LIFE AND DEATH.
THE vital vigor of the human frame,
Melts down in death, in women and in wine ; of life and death the sources are the same,
in these they rise, and in the same decline.
THE BEAUTY which the gods bestow,
Did they but give it for a show?
To charm the soul to love.
To-morrow springs to light;
'Tis all eternal night.
Beneath the vernal skies!
Then withers, lhrinks, and dies.
Then crop the rose in time.
Ere love becomes a crime.
Ere BEAUTY dims its ray,
Be happy whilft you may.
THY spirit, INDEPENDENCE, let me share,
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal LIBERTY, whose looks sublime Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying
clime. What time the iron-hearted Gaul
With frantic superstition for his guide, Arm’d with the dagger and the pall,
The sons of Woden to the field defy'd :
In heaven's name urg'd the infernal blow;
From altars stain'd with human gore ;
In safety to the bleak Norwegian fhore. There in a cave a-sleep The lay,
Lulled by the hoarse-resounding main; When a bold savage past that way,
Impell’d by destiny, his name DISDAIN. Of ample front the portly chief appear'd:
The hunted bear supply'd a shaggy vest; The drifted snow hung on his yellow beard ;
And his broad shoulders bray'd the furious blast. He stopt :-He gaz'd;-his bofom glow'd,
And deeply felt the impression of her charms : He seiz'd the advantage fate allow'd:
And straight compress’d her in his vigorous
The curlew scream'd, the tritons blew
Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite;
And INDEPENDENCE saw the light.
Where under cover of a flowering thorn,
The smiling infant to their charge consign’d; The Doric muse caress'd the favourite boy;
The hermit WISDOM stor’d his opening mind. As rolling years matured his age,
He flourish'd bold and finewy as his fire;
The fiercer flames of his maternal fire.
And zealous roved from pole to pole,
foul, On defert isles 'twas he that rais'd
Those spires that gild the Adriatic wave, Where tyranny beheld, amaz'd, Fair FREEDOM's temple, where he mark'd her
grave. He steel'd the blunt Batavian's arms
To burst the Iberian's double chain; And cities rear'd, and planted farms,
Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide domain. He, with the generous ruftics, fate,
On Uri's rocks in close divan; . And winged that arrow, fure as fate,
Which afcertain'd the sacred RIGHTS OF MAN. Arabia's scorching fands he cross’d,
Where blasted nature pants supine,
And many a Tartar horde forlorn, aghaft!
He snatch'd from under fell oppression's wing; ; And taught, amidst the dreary waste,
The all-cheering hymns of LIBERTY to fing. He VIRTUE finds, like precious ore,
Diffus'd through every baser mould, Even now he stands on Calvi's rocky More,
And turns the dross of Corsica to gold; He, guardian genius, taught my youth
Pomp's tinsel livery to defpite : My lips by him chastised to TRUTH,
Ne'er paid that homage which my heart denies. Those sculptur'd halls my feet shall never tread,
Where varnish'dvice and VANITY combin'd, To dazzle and feduce, their banners spread;
And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind. While INSOLENCE his wrinkled front uprears,
And all the flowers of spurious fancy blow; And TITLE his ill-woven chaplet wears, Full often wreathed around the miscreant's
brow; Where ever-dimpling FALSEHOOD, pert and
vain, Presents her cup of state profession's froth; And pale DISEASE, with all his bloated train,
Torments the fons of GLUTTONY and sLOTH. In fortune's car, behold that minion ride,
With either India's glittering spoils opprest, So moves the sumpter-mule, in harness'd pride,
That bears the treasure which he cannot tafie. For him let venal bards disgrace the bay,
And hireling minftrels wake the tinkling firing; Her sensual snares let faithless pleasure lay;
And jingling hells fantastic folly ring; Disquiet, doubt, and dread shall intervene;
And nature, ftill to all her feelings just, In vengeance hang a damp on every scene,
Shook from the baleful pinions of disgust.