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Life in the unproductive shades of death,
Fall

prone; the pale inhabitants come forth, 125
And happy in their unforeseen release
From all the rigours of restraint, enjoy
The terrors of the day that sets them free.
Who then that has thee, would not hold thee fast,
Freedom! whom they that lose thee, so regret, 130
That even a judgement making way for thee,
Seems in their eyes, a mercy, for thy sake.

Such evil sin hath wrought; and such a flame Kindled in heaven, that it burns down to earth, And in the furious inquest that it makes

135 On God's behalf, lays waste his fairest works. The very elements, though each be meant The minister of man, to serve his wants, Conspire against him. With his breath, he draws A plague into his blood, and cannot use

1.10 Life’s necessary means, but he must die. Storms rise to o'erwhelm him: or if stormy winds Rise not, the waters of the deep shall rise, And needing none assistance of the storm, Shall roll themselves ashore, and reach him there. 145 The earth shall shake him out of all his holds, Or make his house his grave: nor so content, Shall counterfeit the motions of the flood, And drown him in her dry and dusty gulfs. What then,—were they the wicked above all,

150 And we the righteous, whose fast anchor'd isle Moved not, while theirs was rock'd like a light skiff, The sport of every wave ? No: none are clear, And none than we more guilty. But where all Stand chargeable with guilt, and to the shafts 155

Of wrath obnoxious, God may chuse his mark,
May punish, if he please, the less, to warn
The more malignant. If he spared not them,
Tremble and be amazed at thine escape,
Far guiltier England ! lest he spare not thee. 160

Happy the man who sees a God employed
In all the good and ill that checquer life!
Resolving all events with their effects
And manifold results, into the will
And arbitration wise of the Supreme.

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Did not his eye rule all things, and intend
The least of our concerns, (since from the least
The greatest oft originate,)—could chance
Find place in his dominion, or dispose
One lawless particle to thwart his plan,

170 Then God might be surprised, and unforeseen Contingence might alarm him, and disturb The smooth and equal course of his affairs. This truth, philosophy, though eagle-eyed In Nature's tendencies, oft overlooks, And having found his instrument, forgets Or disregards, or more presumptuous still, Denies the power that wields it. God proclaims His hot displeasure against foolish men That live an atheist life; involves the heaven In tempests, quits his grasp upon the winds And gives them all their fury; bids a plague Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin, And putrify the breath of blooming health. He calls for famine, and the meagre

fiend Blows mildew from between his shrivel'd lips, And taints the golden ear. He springs his mines,

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And desolates a nation at a blast.
Forth steps the spruce philosopher, and tells
Of homogeneal and discordant springs

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And principles; of causes, how they work
By necessary laws their sure effects;
Of action and re-action. He has found
The source of the disease that nature feels,
And bids the world take heart and banish fear. 195
Thou fool! will thy discovery of the cause
Suspend the effect or heal it ? Has not God
Still wrought by means since first he made the world,
And did he not of old employ his means
To drown it? What is his creation less

200 Than a capacious reservoir of means Form’d for his use, and ready at his will ? Go", dress thine eyes with eye-salve, ask of him Or ask of whomsoever he has taught, And learn, though late, the genuine cause of all.

205 England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, My country! and while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrain’d to love thee. Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deformed 210 With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage and her myrtle bowers. 215 To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime 11 Go, teach eternal wisdom how to rule, Then drop into thyself and be a fool.

Pope. Essuy on Man, ii. 29.

Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire
Upon thy foes, was never meant my task;
But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake
Thy joys and sorrows with as true a heart

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As any thunderer there. And I can feel
Thy follies too, and with a just disdain
Frown at effeminates, whose

very

looks Reflect dishonour on the land I love. How, in the name of soldiership and sense, 225 Should England prosper, when such things, as smooth And tender as a girl, all essenced o'er With odours, and as profligate as sweet, Who sell their laurel for a myrtle wreath, And love when they should fight; when such as these Presume to lay their hand upon the ark

231 Of her magnificent and aweful cause ? Time was when it was praise and boast enough In

every clime, and travel where we might, That we were born her children ; praise enough 235 To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue, And Wolfe's a great name compatriot with his own. Farewell those honours, and farewell with them The hope of such hereafter. They have fallen 240 Each in his field of glory: one in arms, And one in council. Wolfe upon the lap Of smiling victory that moment won, And Chatham, heart-sick of his country's shame.

12 Cowper wrote from his own recollection here. In one of his letters he says, “ Nothing could express my rapture when Wolfe made the conquest of Quebec.”

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They made us many soldiers. Chatham still
Consulting England's happiness at home,
Secured it by an unforgiving frown
If any wrong'd her. Wolfe, where'er he fought,
Put so much of his heart into his act,
That his example had a magnet's force,
And all were swift to follow whom all loved.
Those suns are set. Oh rise some other such !
Or all that we have left is empty talk
Of old achievements, and despair of new.

Now hoist the sail, and let the streamers float
Upon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck
With lavender, and sprinkle liquid sweets,
That no rude savour maritime invade
The nose of nice nobility. Breathe soft
Ye clarionets, and softer still

ye

flutes,
That winds and waters lull’d by magic sounds
May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore.
True, we have lost an empire,-let it pass.
True, we may thank the perfidy of France
That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown
With all the cunning of an envious shrew.
And let that pass,—'twas but a trick of state.
A brave man knows no malice, but at once
Forgets in peace the injuries of war,
And gives his direst foe a friend's embrace 13.
And shamed as we have been, to the very

beard Braved and defied, and in our own sea proved

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13 Who do for yold what Christians do for grace, With open arms their enemies embrace.

Young. Satire vii.

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