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To save Britannia, lo! my darling son,

With starving labor pampering idle waste.
Than hero more, the patriot of mankind!

To clothe the naked, feed the hungry, wipe
Immortal Nassau came. I hush'd the deep, The guiltless tear from lone affliction's eye;
By demons rous'd, and bade the listed winds,* To raise hid merit, set th' alluring light
Still shifting, as behov'd, with various breath, Of virtue high to view; to nourish aris,
Waft the deliverer to the longing shore.

Direct the thunder of an injur'd state,
See! wide alive, the foaming Channelt bright Make a whole glorious people sing for joy,
With swelling sails, and all the pric

of war.

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,
Destructive power, T a wise heroic prince** Nought but the felon undermining hand
Ev'n lent his aid. Thrice happy ! did they know Of dark corruption, can its frame dissolve,
Their happiness, Britannia's bounded kings. And lay the toil of ages in the dust."
What though not theirs the boast, in dungeon glooms
To plunge bold freedom; or, to cheerless wilds,
To drive him from the cordial face of friend;

Or fierce to strike him at the midnight hour,
By mandate blind, not justice, that delights
To dare the keenest eye of open day,

What though no glory to control the laws,
And make injurious will their only rule,

They deem it! what though, tools of wanton power,
Pestiferous armies swarm not at their call!
What though they give not a relentless crew
Of civil furies, proud oppression's fangs!

The Contents of Part V.
To tear at pleasure the dejected land,

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,
Let wondering rocks, in radiant birth, disclose And firm tenacious valor, can bestow.
The various-tinctur'd children of the Sun.

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
The yellow traitor that her bliss betray'd, - Loud let it sound in their awaken'd ear.
Unequall'd bliss !—and to unequall'd rage!

"On virtue can alone my kingdom stand.
Yet nor the gorgeous East, nor golden South, On public virtue, every virtue join'd.
Nor, in full prime, that new-discover'd world, For, lost this social cement of mankind,
Where fames the falling day, in wealth and praise, The greatest empires, by scarce-felt degrees,
Shall with Britannia vie, while, goddess, she Will moulder soft away, ull, tottering loose,
Derives her praise from thee, her matchless charms, They prone at last io total ruin rush.
Her hearty fruits the hand of freedom own, Unblest by virtue, government a league
And, warm with culture, her thick-clustering fields Becomes, a circling junto of the great,
Prolific tecm. Eternal verdure crowns

To rob by law; religion mild a yoke
Her meads; her gardens smile eternal spring. To tame the stooping soul, a trick of state
She gives the hunter-horse, unquell’d by toil, To mask their rapine, and to share the prey.
Ardent, to rush into the rapid chase :

What are without it senates, save a face
She, whitening o'er her downs, diffusive, pours Of consultation deep and reason free,
Unnumber'd flocks: she weaves the fleecy robe, While the determin’d voice and heart are sold ?
That wraps the nations : she to lusty droves What boasted freedom, save a sounding name?
The richest pasture spreads; and, hers, deep-wave And what election, but a market vile
Autunnal seas of pleasing plenty round.

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

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Secure his little kingdom. Nor can those The guardian public ; every face they see,
Whom fortune heaps, without these virtues, reach And every friend ; nay, in effect, themselves.
That truce with pain, that animated ease,

As in familiar life, the villain's fate
That self-enjoyment springing from within ; Admits no cure; so, when a desperate age
That Independence, active, or retir’d,

At this arrives, I the devoted race
Which make the soundest bliss of man below: Indignant spurn, and hopeless soar away.
But, lost beneath the rubbish of their means,

But, ah, too little known to modern times !
And drain'd by wants to nature all unki wn, Be not the noblest passion past unsung;
A wandering, tasteless, gaily-wretched train, That ray peculiar, from unbounded love
Though rich, are beggars, and though noble, slaves. Effus'd, which kindles the heroic soul :
· Lo! damn'd to wealth, at what a gross ex- Devotion to the public. Glorious flame!

Celestial ardor! in what unknown worlds,
They purchase disappointment, pain, and shame, Profusely scatter'd through the blue immense,
Instead of hearty hospitable cheer.

Hast thou been blessing myriads, since in Rome,
See! how the hall with brutal riot flows; Old virtuous Rome, so many deathless names
While in the foaming flood, fermenting, steep'd, From thee their lustre drew? since, taught by thee,
The country maddens into party-rage.

Their poverty put splendor to the blush,
Mark! those disgraceful piles of wood and stone; Pain grew luxurious, and ev'n death delight?
Those parks and gardens, where, his haunts be- O, wilt thou ne'er, in thy long period, look,

With blaze direct, on this my last retreat?
And Nature by presumptuous art oppress'd,

“ 'Tis not enough, from self right understood
The woodland genius mourns. See! the full board Reflected, that thy rays inflame the heart:
That streams disgust, and bowls that give no joy : Though Virtue not disdains appeals to self,
No truth invited there, to feed the mind ;

Dreads not the trial : all her joys are true,
Nor wit, the wine-rejoicing reason quails.

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,
Their scorn of Nature, at the tragic scene

It urges human-kind : a passion grown,
They mirthful sit, or prove the comic true. At last, the central parent-public calls
But, chief, behold! around the ratiling board, Its utmost effort forth, a wakes each sense,
The civil robbers rang'd; and ev'n the fair, The comely, grand, and tender. Without this,
The tender fair, each sweetness laid aside, This awful pant, shook from sublimer powers
As fierce for plunder as all-licens'd troops

Than those of self, this heaven-infus'd delight.
In some sack'd city. Thus dissolv'd their wealth, This moral gravitation, rushing prone
Without one generous luxury dissolv'd,

Το press the public good, my system soon,
Or quarter'd on it many a needless want,

Traverse, to several selfish centres drawn,
At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe : Will reel to ruin: wbile for ever shut
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er, Stand the bright portals of desponding Fame.
Each smooth as those that mutually deceive,

From sordid self shoot up no shining deeds,
And for their falsehood each despising each ; None of those ancient lights, that gladden Earth.
Till shook their patron by the wintry winds, Give grace to being, and arouse the brave
Wide flies the wither'd shower, and leaves him bare. To just ambition, virtue's quickening fire!
O, far superior Afric's sable sons,

Life tedious grows, an idly-bustling round,
By merchant pilfer'd, to these willing slaves ! Fill’d up with actions animal and mean,
And, rich, as unsqueez'd favorite, to them, A dull gazette! Th' impatient reader scorns
Is he who can his virtue boast alone!

The poor historic page ; till kindly comes
"Britons! be firm -nor let corruption sly Oblivion, and redeems a people's shame.
Twine round your heart indissoluble chains ! Not so the times, when, emulation-stung,
The steel of Brutus burst the grosser bonds Greece shone in genius, science, and in arts,
By Cæsar cast o'er Rome; but still remain'd And Rome in virtues dreadful to be told !
The soft-enchanting fetters of the mind,

To live was glory then! and charmd mankind
And other Cæsars rose. Determin'd, hold

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?
Inculcate common honor-not to rob-

The wreich abandon'd to relentless self,
And whom ?-The gracious, the confiding hand, Equally vile if miser or profuse?
That lavishly rewards ; the toiling poor,

Powers not of God, assiduous to corrupt ?
Whose cup with many a bitter drop is mixt; The fell deputed tyrant, who devours

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The poor and weak, at distance from redress *** Employ'd) might make the smiling public rear
Delirious faction bellowing loud my name? Her ornamented head, drillid through the hands
The false fair-seeming patriot's hollow boast ? Of mercenary tools, serves but to nurse
A race resolv'd on bondage, fierce for chains, A locust band within, and in the bud
My sacred rights a merchandise alone

Leaves starv'd each work of dignity and use.
Esteeming, and to work their feeder's will

“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,
That, were a buyer found, they stand prepar'd Let East and South their mingled treasure pour,
To sell their birthright for a cooling draught. Till, swell'd impetuous, the corrupting flood
Should shameless pens for plain corruption plead ; Burst o'er the city, and devour the land :
The hir'd assassins of the commonweal!

Yet these neglected, these recording arts,
Deem'd the declaiming rant of Greece and Rome, Wealth rots, a nuisance; and, oblivious sunk,
Should public virtue grow the public scoff, That nation must another Carthage lie.
Till private, failing, staggers through the land : If not by them, on monumental brass,
Till round the city loose mechanic want,

On sculptur'd marble, on the deathless page,
Dire-prowling nightly, makes the cheerful haunts Imprest, renown had left no trace behind :
Of men more hideous than Numidian wilds. In vain, to future times, the sage had thought,
Nor from its fury sleeps the vale in peace; The legislator plann'd, the hero found
And murders, horrors, perjuries abound :

A beauteous death, the patriot toil'd in vain.
Nay, till to lowest deeds the highest stoop; Th'awarders they of Fame's immortal wreath,
The rich, like starving wretches, thirst for gold; They rouse ambition, they the mind exalt,
And those, on whom the vernal showers of Heaven Give great ideas, lovely forms infuse,
All-bounteous fall, and that prime lot bestow, Delight the general eye, and, drest by them,
A power to live to Nature and themselves, The moral Venus glows with double charms.
In sick attendance wear their anxious days,

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 ;
Of high-swoln empire wears one boundless smile, The land where social pleasure loves to dwell,
And the gale tempts to new pursuits of fame, Of the fierce demon, Gothic duel, freed;
Sometimes, with Scipio, she collects her sail, The robber from his farthest forest chas'd;
And seeks the blissful shore of rural ease,

The turbid city clear'd, and, by degrees,
Where, but th’ Aonian maids, no syrens sing ; Into sure peace the best police refin'd,
Or should the deep-brew'd tempest muttering rise, Magnificence, and grace, and decent joy.
While rocks and shoals perfidious lurk around, Let Gallic bards record, how honor'd arts,
With Tully she her wide-reviving light

And science, by despotic bounty bless'd,
To senates holds, a Catiline confounds,

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
The more tenacious as the more convinc'd Of nature-painting Greece, resistless, breath'd
How happy freemen, and how wretched slaves. The whole awaken'd heart. How Moliere's scene
To Britons not unknown, to Britons full

Chastis’d and regular, with well-judg'd wit,
The goddess spreads her stores, the secret soul Not scatter'd wild, and native humor, grac'd,
That quickens trade, the breath unseen that wafts Was life itself. To public honors rais'd,
To them the treasures of a balanc'd world.

How learning in warm seminaries spread ;f
But finer arts (save what the Muse has sung And, more for glory than the small reward,
In daring flight, above all modern wing)

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,
To the lone desert patriot merit frowns,

How forests in majestic gardens smild.
Or into dungeons arts, when they, their chains, How menial arts, by their gay sisters taught,
Indignant, bursting, for their nobler works

Wove the deep Now'r, the blooming foliage train'd
All other license scorn but Truth's and mine. In joyous figures o'er the silky lawn,
Oh, shame to think! shall Britons, in the field The palace cheer'd, illum'd the storied wall,
Unconquer'd still, the better laurel lose ?

And with the pencil vied the glowing loom.!
Ev'n in that monarchist reign, who vainly dreamt, “ These laurels, Louis, by the droppings rais'd
By giddy power betray'd, and flatter'd pride, of thy profusion, its dishonor'd shade,
To grasp unbounded sway; while, swarming round, And, green through future times, shall bind thy brow;,
Ilis armies dar'd all Europe to the field;

While the vain honors of perfidious war
To hostile hands while treasure flow'd profuse, Wither abhorr’d, or in oblivion lost.
And, that great source of treasure, subjects' blood, With what prevailing vigor had they shot,
Inhuman squander'd, sicken'd every land ;

And stole a deeper root, by the full tide
From Britain, chief, while my superior sons, Of war-sunk millions fed ? Superior still,
In vengeance rushing, dash'd bis idle hopes, How had they branch'd luxuriant to the skies,
And bade his agonizing heart be low :

In Britain planted, by the potent juice
Ev'n then, as in the golden calm of peace! Of freedom swell’d? Forc'd is the bloom of arts,
What public works at home! what arts arose ! A false uncertain spring, when bounty gives,
What various science shone! what genius glow'd! Weak without me, a transitory gleam.
“ 'Tis not for me to paint, diffusive shot

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.

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