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To save Britannia, lo! my darling son,
With starving labor pampering idle waste.
To clothe the naked, feed the hungry, wipe
Direct the thunder of an injur'd state,
Bless human-kind, and through the downward depth Delightful view! when Justice draws the sword: Of future times to spread that better sun And, mark! diffusing ardent soul around,
Which lights up British soul: for deeds like these, And sweet contempt of death, my streaming flag.I The dazzling fair career unbounded lies; Ev'n adverse navies ø bless'd the binding gale, While (still superior bliss !) the dark abrupt Kept down the glad acclaim, and silent joy'd. Is kindly barr'd, the precipice of ill. Arriv’d, the pomp, and not the waste of arms Oh, luxury divine! Oh, poor to this, His progress mark'd. The faint opposing host || Ye giddy glories of despotic thrones ! For once, in yielding, their best victory found, By this, by this indeed, is imag'd Heaven, And by desertion prov'd exalied faith ;
By boundless good, without the power of ill While his the bloodless conquest of the heart,
And now behold ! exalted as the cope Shouts without groan, and triumph without war. That swells immense o'er many peopled earth
" Then dawn'd the period destin'd to confine And like it free, my fabric stands complete, The surge of wild prerogative, to raise
The Palace of the Laws. To the four Heavens A mound restraining its imperious rage,
Four gates impartial thrown, unceasing crowds, And bid the raving deep no farther flow.
With kings themselves the hearty peasant mix'a Nor were, without that fence, the swallow'd state Pour urgent in. And though to different ranks Beiter than Belgian plains without their dykes, Responsive place belongs, yet equal spreads Sustaining weighty seas. This, often sav'd The sheltering roof o'er all; while plenty flows, By more than human hand, the public saw, And glad contentment echoes round the whole. And seiz'd the white-wing'd moment. Pleas'd to Ye floods, descend! ye winds, confirming, blow! yield
Nor outward tempest, nor corrosive time,
BEING THE FIFTII PART OF
The Contents of Part V.
The author addresses the goddess of Liberty, mark.
ing the happiness and grandeur of Great Britain, * The Prince of Orange, in his pagsage to England,
as arising from her influence. She resumes her though his fleet had been at first dispersed by a storm,
discourse, and points out the chief virtues which was afterwards extremely favored by several changes of are necessary to maintain her establishment there. wind.
Recommends, as its last ornament and finishing, † Rapin, in his History of England. "The third of
sciences, fine arts, and public works. The en. November the fleet entered the Channel, and lay between
couragement of these urged from the example of Calais and Dover, to stay for the ships that were behind.
France, though under a despotic government. Here the Prince called a council of war. It is not easy
The whole concludes with a prospect of future to imagine what a glorious show the fleet made. Fire or
times, given by the goddess of Liberty: this desix hundred ships in so narrow a channel, and both the
scribed by the author, as it passes in vision before English and French shores covered with numberlegs spec
him. tators, are no common sight. For my part, who was then on board the fleet, I own it struck me extremely." HERE interposing, as the goddess pausd
1 The Prince placed himself in the main body, carrying " Oh, blest Britannia ! in thy presence blest, a flag with English colors, and their highnesses' arms Thou guardian of mankind! whence spring, alone, surrounded with this motto: “ The Protestant Religion All human grandeur, happiness, and fame: and the Liberties of England:” and underneath the mot- For toil, by thee protected, feels no pain; to of the House of Nassau, Je Maintiendrai, I will main. The poor man's lot with milk and honey flows; lain.-Rapin.
And, gilded with thy rays, ev'n death looks gay. $ The English fleet. | The king's army. Let other lands the potent blessings boast IT By the bill of rights, and the act of succession. Of more exalting suns. Let Asia's woods, ** William III.
Untended, yield the vegetable fleece:
And let the little insect-artist form,
Whate'er high fancy, sound judicious thought, On higher life intent, ils silken tomb.
An ample generous heart, undrooping soul,
Great nurse of fruits, of flocks, of commerce, she ! From the prone beam let more delicious fruits Great nurse of men ! By thee, O goddess, taught, A flavor drink, that in one piercing taste
Her old renown I trace, disclose her source Bids each combine. Let Gallic vineyards burst Of wealth, of grandeur, and to Britons sing With floods of joy; with mild balsamic juice A strain the Muses never touch'd before. The Tuscan olive. Let Arabia breathe
" But how shall this thy mighty kingdom stand ? Her spicy gales, her vital gums distil.
On what unyielding base ? how finish'd shine ?" Turbid with gold let southern rivers flow:
At this her eye, collecting all its fire, And orient floods draw soft, o'er pearls, their maze. Beam'd more than human; and her awful voice, Let Afric vaunt her treasures ; let Peru
Majestic, thus she rais'd—“ To Britons bear Deep in her bowels her own ruin breed,
This closing strain, and with intenser note
"On virtue can alone my kingdom stand.
To rob by law; religion mild a yoke
What are without it senates, save a face
Of slaves self-barter'd ? Virtue! without thee, These her delights : and by no baneful herb, There is no ruling eye, no nerve, in states; No darting tiger, no grim lion's glare,
War has no vigor, and no safety peace : No fierce-descending wolf, no serpent rollid Ev'n justice warps to party, laws oppress, In spires immense progressive o'er the land, Wide through the land their weak protection fails, Disturb’d. Enlivening these, add cities, full First broke the balance, and then scorn'd the sword Of wealth, of trade, of cheerful toiling crowds; Thus nations sink, society dissolves : Add thriving towns; add villages and farms, Rapine and guile and violence break loose, Innumerous sow'd along the lively vale,
Everting life, and turning love to gall; Where bold unrivall'd peasants happy dwell : Man hates the face of man, and Indian woods Add ancient sects, with venerable oaks
And Libya's hissing sands to him are tame. Embosom'd high, while kindred floods below "By those three virtues be the frame sustain'd Wind through the mead; and those of modern hand, Of British Freedom : independent life; More pompous, add, that splendid shine afar. Integrity in office; and, o'er all Need I her limpid lakes, her rivers name, Supreme, a passion for the common-weal. Where swarm the finny race? Thee, chief, o " Hail! Independence, hail! Heaven's next best Thames !
gift, On whose each tide, glad with returning sails, To that of life and an immortal soul! Flows in the mingled harvest of mankind ? The life of life! that to the banquet high, And thee, thou Severn, whose prodigious swell, And sober meal, gives taste; to the bow'd roof And waves, resounding, imitate the main ? Fair-dream'd repose, and to the cottage charms. Why need I name her deep capacious ports, Of public freedom, hail, thou secret source ! Thai point around the world ? and why her seas? Whose streams, from every quarter confluent, form All ocean is her own, and every land
My better Nile, that nurses human life. To whom her ruling thunder ocean bears. By rills from thee deduc'd, irriguous, fed, She too the mineral feeds: th' obedient lead, The private field looks gay, with Nature's wealth The warlike iron, nor the peaceful less,
Abundant flows, and blooms with each delight Forming of life art-civiliz'd the bond ;
That Nature craves. Its happy master there, And what the Tyrian merchant sought of old,* The only freeman, walks his pleasing round: Not dreaming then of Britain's brighter fame. Sweet-featur'd Peace attending; fearless Truth; She rears to freedom an undaunted race:
Firm Resolution ; Goodness, blessing all Compatriot, zealous, hospitable, kind,
That can rejoice; Contentment, surest friend; Hers the warm Cambrian: hers the lofty Scot, And, still fresh stores from Nature's book deriv'd, To hardship tam'd, active in arts and arms, Philosophy, companion ever new. Fir'd with a restless, an impatient flame,
These cheer his rural, and sustain or fire, That leads him raptur'd where ambition calls : When into action callid, his busy hours. And English merit hers; where meet, combin'd, Meantime true judging moderate desires,
Economy and taste, combin’d, direct • Tin.
His clear affairs, and from debauching fiends
Secure his little kingdom. Nor can those The guardian public ; every face they see,
As in familiar life, the villain's fate
At this arrives, I the devoted race
But, ah, too little known to modern times !
Celestial ardor! in what unknown worlds,
Hast thou been blessing myriads, since in Rome,
Their poverty put splendor to the blush,
With blaze direct, on this my last retreat?
“ 'Tis not enough, from self right understood
Dreads not the trial : all her joys are true,
Nor is there any real joy save hers. Hark! how the dome with insolence resounds, Far less the tepid, the declaiming race, With those retain'd by vanity to scare
Foes to corruption, to its wages friends, Repose and friends. To tyrant fashion mark Or those whom private passions for a while, The costly worship paid, to the broad gaze Beneath my standard list can they suffice Of fools From still delusive day to day,
To raise and fix the glory of my reign? Led an eternal round of lying hope,
“ An active flood of universal love See! self-abandon'd, how they roam adrist, Must swell the breast. First, in effusion wide, Dash'd o'er the town, a miserable wreck!
The restless spirit roves creation round, Then to adorn some warbling eunuch turn'd, And seizes every being : stronger then With Midas' ears they crowd ; or to the buzz It tends to life, whate'er the kindred scarch Of masquerade unblushing; or, to show
Of bliss allies : then, more collected still,
It urges human-kind : a passion grown,
Than those of self, this heaven-infus'd delight.
Το press the public good, my system soon,
Traverse, to several selfish centres drawn,
From sordid self shoot up no shining deeds,
Life tedious grows, an idly-bustling round,
The poor historic page ; till kindly comes
To live was glory then! and charmd mankind
Through the deep periods of devolving time, Your independence! for, that once destroy'd, Those, raptur’d, copy! these, astonish’d, read. Unfounded, freedom is a morning dream,
• True, a corrupted state, with every vice That flits aërial from the spreading eye.
And every meanness foul, this passion damps Forbid it, Heaven! that ever I need urge Who can, unshock'd, behold the cruel eye? Integrity in office on my sons !
The pale inveigling smile? the ruffian front?
The wreich abandon'd to relentless self,
Powers not of God, assiduous to corrupt ?
The poor and weak, at distance from redress *** Employ'd) might make the smiling public rear
Leaves starv'd each work of dignity and use.
“I paint the worst. But should these times By deeds, a horror to mankind, prepar'd,
arrive, As were the dregs of Romulus of old ?
If any nobler passion yet remain, Who these indeed can undetesting see! Let all my sons all parties fling aside, But who unpitying ? To the generous eye
Despise their nonsense, and together join ; Distress is virtue! and, though self-betray'd, Let worth and virtue, scorning low despair, A people struggling with their fate must rouse Exerted full, from every quiver shine, The hero's throb. Nor can a land, at once, Commix'd in heighten'd blaze. Light flash'd to Be lost to virtue quite. How glorious then!
light, Fit luxury for gods! to save the good,
Moral, or intellectual, more intense Protect the feeble, dash bold vice aside,
By giving glows. As on pure Winter's eve, Depress the wicked, and restore the frail.
Gradual, the stars effulge; fainter, at first, Posterity, besides, the young, are pure,
They, straggling, rise; but when the radiant host, And sons may tinge their fathers' cheek with shame. In thick profusion pour’d, shine out immense, • Should then the times arrive (which Heaven Each casting vivid influence on each, avert!)
From pole to pole a glittering deluge plays, That Britons bend unnerv'd, not by the force And worlds above rejoice, and men below. Of arms, more generous, and more manly, quell’d, “ But why to Britons this superfluous strain ? But by corruption's soul-dejecting arts,
Good-nature, honest truth ev'n somewhat blunt, Arts impudent! and gross ! by their own gold, Of crooked baseness an indignant scorn, In part bestow'd, to bribe them to give all.
A zeal unyielding in their country's cause, With party raging, or immers'd in sloth,
And ready bounty, wont to dwell with themShould they Britannia's well-fought laurels yield Nor only wont-Wide o'er the land diffus’d, To slily-conquering Gaul; ev'n from her brow In many a blest retirement still they dwell. Let her own naval oak be basely torn,
“ To soster prospect turn we now the view, By such as tremble at the stiffening gale,
To laureld science, arts, and public works, And nerveless sink while others sing rejoic'd. That lend my finish'd fabric comely pride, Or (darker prospect! scarce one gleam behind Grandeur, and grace. Of sullen genius he! Disclosing) should the broad corruptive plague Curs'd by the Muses! by the Graces loth'd ! Breathe from the city to the farthest hut,
Who deems beneath the public's high regard That sits serene within the forest shade;
These last enlivening touches of my reign. The fever'd people fire, inflame their wants, However puff 'd with power, and gorg'd with wealth, And their luxurious thirst, so gathering rage,
A nation be ; let trade enormous rise,
Yet these neglected, these recording arts,
On sculptur'd marble, on the deathless page,
A beauteous death, the patriot toil'd in vain.
Science, my close associate, still attends With fortune, joyless, and with honors, mean. Where'er I go. Sometimes, in simple guise, Meantime, perhaps, profusion flows around, She walks the furrow with the consul swain, The waste of war, without the works of
peace; Whispering unletter'd wisdom to the heart, No mark of millions, in the gulf absorpt
Direct; or, sometimes, in the pompous robe Of uncreating vice, none but the rage
Of fancy drest, she charms Athenian wits, Of rous'd corruption still demanding more.
And a whole sa pient city round her burns. That very portion, which (by faithful skill Then o'er her brow Minerva's terrors nod;
With Xenophon, sometimes, in dire extremes,
She breathes deliberate soul, and makes retreait * Lord Molesworth, in his account of Denmark, says: Unequall'd glory; with the Theban sage, " It is observed, that in limited monarchies and common. Epaminondas, first and best of men! wealths, a neighborhood to the seat of the government is advantageous to the subjects; while the distant prov. † The famous retreat of the Ten Thousand was chiefly inces are less thriving, and more liable to oppression." conducted by Xenophon.
Sometimes she bids the deep-embattled host, The flood-compelling arch ; the long canal,* Above the vulgar reach, resistless formid, Through mountains piercing, and uniting seas; March to sure conquest-never gain'd before !* The dome resounding sweet with infant joy,t Nor on the treacherous seas of giddy state
From famine sav'd, or cruel-handed shame, Unskilful she : when the triumphant tide
And that where valor counts his noble scars ;
The turbid city clear'd, and, by degrees,
And science, by despotic bounty bless'd,
At distance flourish'd from my parent-eye, And saves awhile from Cæsar sinking Rome. Restoring ancient taste, how Boileau rose, Such the kind power, whose piercing eye dissolves How the big Roman soul shook, in Corneille, Each mental fetter, and sets reason free;
The trembling stage. In elegant Racine, For me inspiring an enlighten'd zeal,
How the more powerful, though more humble voice
Chastis’d and regular, with well-judg'd wit,
How learning in warm seminaries spread ;f
How emulation strove. How their pure tongue Neglected droop the head; and public works, Almost obtain'd what was denied their arms. Broke by corruption into private gain,
From Rome, awhile, how Painting, courted long, Not ornament, disgrace; not serve, destroy. With Poussin came: ancient design, that lifts
“ Shall Britons, by their own joint wisdom ruld A fairer front, and looks another soul. Beneath one royal head, whose vital power How the kind art,3 that, of unvalued price, Connects, enlivens, and exerts the whole ; The fam'd and only picture, easy, gives, In finer arts, and public works, shall they Refind her touch, and, through the shadow'd piece, To Gallia yield ? yield to a land that bends, All the live spirit of the painter pour'd. Deprest, and broke, beneath the will of one ? Coyest of arts, how Sculpture northward deign'd Of one who, should th’unkingly thirst of gold, A look, and bade her Girardon arise. Of tyrant passions, or ambition, prompt,
How lavish grandeur blaz'd; the barren waste, Calls locust armies o'er the blasted land :
Astonish'd, saw the sudden palace swell, Drains from its thirsty bounds the springs of wealth, And fountains spout amid its arid shades. His own insatiate reservoir to fill :
For leagues, bright vistas opening to the view,
How forests in majestic gardens smild.
Wove the deep Now'r, the blooming foliage train'd
And with the pencil vied the glowing loom.!
While the vain honors of perfidious war
And stole a deeper root, by the full tide
In Britain planted, by the potent juice
Fair shine the slippery days, enticing skies O'er fair extents of land, the shining road; Of favor smile, and courtly breezes blow;
Till arts, betray'd, trust to the flattering air * Epaminondas, after having beat the Lacedæmonians Their tender blossom : then malignant rise and their allies, in the battle of Leuctra, made an incur. sion at the head of a powerful army into Laconia. It * The canal of Languedoc. was now six hundred years since the Dorians had pos. | The hospitals for foundlings and invalids. sessed this country, and in all that time the face of an 1 The academies of Science, of the Belles Lettres, and enemy had not been seen within their territories.—Plu- or Painting. tarch in Agesilaus.
§ Engraving. t Lewis XIV.
| The tapestry of the Gobelins.