Nor long shall ye remain. With visage sour Bids me and mine o'er barren mountains roam. Yet never, Chatham, have I pass'd a day Ne'er have I squander'd hours in sport and play, Hard was my fare, and constant was my toil; Is it that Nature with a niggard hand Withholds her gifts from these once-favour'd plains? Has God, in vengeance to a guilty land, Sent death and famine to her labouring swains? Ah no, yon hill, where daily sweats my brow, Feels all her acres crown'd with bending corn. WILLIAM HAYWARD ROBERTS. But what avails, that o'er the furrow'd soil Untasted plenty wound my craving eyes? What profits that at distance, I behold My wealthy neighbour's fragrant smoke ascend, If still the griping cormorants withhold The fruits which rain and genial seasons send? If those fell vipers of the public weal And in the midst of plenty pine away? In every port the vessel rides secure, Which wafts our harvest to a foreign shore ; While we the pangs of pressing want endure, The sons of strangers, riot on our store. O generous Chatham, stop those fatal sails, Once more with outstretch'd arm thy Britons save; The unheeding crew, but waits for favouring gales, O stop them, e'er they stem the Etrurian wave. So may thy languid limbs with strength be braced, Then, joy to thee, and to thy children peace horn: And while they share the cultured land's increase, The Poor shall bless the day when PITT was born. JOHN FREE. 1791. Dr. Free was Rector of Runcorn, in Cheshire, and Lecturer of Newington, in Surry. He published a volume of Miscellanies, in 1751. AN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE, FROM MY FRIEND MR. A [Who being just then married, advised the Author to leave such solitary Amusements, as engraving verses upon the Rock, and to employ himself better, in looking out a Wife.] YOUR good Advice for me design'd, Forgive me, if I spy a flaw. The thing you know was Matrimony, Which you protest is sweet as honey: And so it may, till this moon's o'er, But tell me, when you've proved it more. That you should ever change your ditty; Not but there is a gentler kind, And one of these 1 hope to find |