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In glad succession plants unnumber'd bloom,
And flowers unnumber'd breathe a rich perfume.
Hence life once more a length of days shall claim,
And health, reviving, light her purple flame.

- Far from all realms this world imperial lies,
Seas roll between, and threat'ning tempests rise.
Alike remov'd beyond ambition's pale,
And the bold pinions of the vent'rous sail ;
Till circling years the destin'd period bring,
And a new Moses lift the daring wing;
Through trackless seas an unknown flight explores,
And hails a new Canaan's promis’d shores.

On yon far strand behold that little train
Ascending vent'rous o'er the unmeasur'd main;
No dangers fright, no ills the course delay,
'Tis virtue prompts, and God directs the way.
Speed-speed, ye sons of truth! let Hear'n be-

Let angels waft you, and let peace attend.
O! smile, thou sky serene; ye storms, retire;
And airs of Eden every sail inspire.
Swift o'er the main behold the canvas fly,
And fade and fade beneath the farthest sky:
See verdant fields the changing waste unfold;
See sudden harvest dress the plains in gold;
In lofty walls the moving rocks ascend,
And dancing woods to spires and temples bend.

Meantime, expanding o’er earth's distant ends,
Lo, Slavery's gloom in sable pomp ascends!
Far round each eastern clime her volumes roll,
And pour deep shading to the sadden'd pole,
How the world droops beneath the fearful blast,
The plains all wither'd, and the skies o'ercast.

Benumb’d and fix'd the palsied soul expires, Blank'd all its views, and quench'd its living fires; In clouds of boundless shade the scenes decay, Land after land departs, and nature fades away.

In that dread hour, beneath auspicious skies,
To nobler bliss yon western world shall rise;
Unlike all former realms by war that stood,
And saw the guilty throne ascend in blood :
Here union's choice shall form a rule divine,
Here countless lands in one great system join;
The sway of law, unbroke, unrivall’d grow,
And bid her blessings every land o'erflow.

Here empire's last and brightest throne shall rise, -
And Peace, and Right, and Freedom greet the

To morn's far realms her trading ships shall sail,
Or lift their canvas to the evening gale.
In wisdom's walks her sons ambitious soar,
Tread starry fields, and untried scenes explore.

And hark! what strange, what solemn breaking

strain Swells wildly murm’ring o'er the far, far main ; Down Time's long less’ning vale the notes decay, And, lost in distant ages, roll away.





You say, sir, once a wit allow'd
A woman to be like a cloud,
Accept a simile as soon
Between a woman and the moon;
For let mankind say what they will,
The sex are heavenly bodies still.

Grant me to mimic human life-
The sun and moon are man and wife:
Whate'er kind Sol affords to lend her,
Is squander'd upon midnight splendour;
And when to rest he lays him down,
She’s' up, and star'd at through the town.

From him her beauties close confining,
And only in his absence shining;
Or else she looks like sullen tapers;
Or else she's fairly in the vapours;
Or owns at once a wife's ambition,
And fully glares in opposition.

Say, are not these a modish pair,
Where each for other feels no care?
Whole days in separate coaches driving,
Whole nights to keep asunder striving;
Both in the dumps in gloomy weather,
And lying once a month together.
In one sole point unlike the case is,
On her own head the horns she places.


BORN 1728.-DIED 1790.

THOMAS WARTON was descended from an ancient family, whose residence was at Beverley, in York: shire. One of his ancestors was knighted in the civil wars, for his adherence to Charles I.; but by the failure of the same cause, the estate of the family was confiscated, and they were unable to maintain the rank of gentry. The toryism of the historian of English poetry was, therefore, hereditary. His father was fellow of Magdalen college, Oxford; professor of poetry in that university; and vicar of Basingstoke, in Hants, and of Cobham, in Surrey. At the age of sixteen, our author was admitted a commoner of Trinity college, Oxford, of which he continued a member, and an ornament, for fortyseven years. His first poetical appearance in print has been traced to five eclogues in blank verse; the scenes of which are laid among the shepherds, oppressed by the wars in Germany. They appeared in Pearche's “ Supplement to Dodsley's Collection of Fugitive Pieces." Warton disavowed those eclogues in his riper years. They are not discreditable to him as the verses of a boy; but it was a superfluous offering to the public, to subjoin them to his other works, in the last edition of the British Poets. His poem, “The


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