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“ For thee (they cry'd) amidst alarms and strife,
We sail'd in tempest down the stream of life;
For thee, whole nations fill'd with fire and blocd,
And swam to empire through the purple flood.
Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own;
What virtue seem'd was done for thee alone."
“ Ambitious fools ! (the queen reply'd and frown'd)
Be all your deeds in dark oblivion drown'd;
There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,
Your statures moulder'd, and your names unknown.”
A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my sight
And each majestic phantom sunk in night.

Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen;
Plain was their dress, and modest was their mein :
“Great idol of mankind, we never claim
The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame;
But, safe in deserts from the applause of men,
Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen.
Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight,
Those acts of goodness which themselves requite:
O ! let us still the sacred joy partake,
To follow virtue, e'en for virtue's sake."
“ And live their men who slight immortal fame?
Who, then, with incense shall adore our name?
But, mortals know, 'tis still our greatest pride,
To blaze those virtues which the good would hide.
Rise, muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath,

These must not sleep in darkness and in death."
She said. In air the trembling music floats,
And, on the winds triumphant swell the notes
So soft, though high ; so loud, and yet so clear,
E'en list'ning angels lean from heaven to hear ;
To farthest shores the ambrosial spirit flies,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.

XI.-Panegyric on Great Britain. T'HOMSON.

HEAVENS! what a godly prospect spreads arcund;
Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires,
And glit‘ring towns, and gilded streams, till all
The stretching landscape into

smoke decays!
Happy Britannia ! where the Queen of Arts,
Inspiring vigor, Liberty, abroad
Walks, unconfin'd, even to thy farthest cots,
And scatters plenty with unsparing hand,
Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime;
Thy streams unfailing in the summer's drought,
Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks; thy vallies float
With golden waves ; and on thy mountains flocks
Bleat numberless ; while, roving round their sides,
Bellow the black'ning herds in lusty droves.

Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rise unequall'd
Against the mower's scythe. Onevery hand
Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth
And property assures it to the swain,
Pleas'd and unwearied in his guarded toil.

Full are thy cities with the sons of art
And trade and joy, in every busy street,
Mingling are heard ! even drudgery himself,
As at the car he sweats, or, dusty, hews
The palace stone, looks gay. The crowded ports,
Where rising masts an endless prospect yield,
With labor burn, and echo to the shouts
Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves
His last adieu, and loosening every sheet,
Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind.
Bold, firm and graceful are thy genʻrous youth.
By hardship sinew'd, and by danger fired,
Scattering the nations where they go ; and first
Or on the listed plain, or stormy seas.
Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plains
Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside ;
In genius and substantial learning, high";
For every virtue, every worth renown'd!
Sincere, plain hearted, hospitable, kind;
Yet, like the mutt‘ring thunder, when provok'd,
The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource
Of those that under grim oppression groan.

Thy sons of Glory many! Alfred thine,
In whom the splendor of heroic war,
And more heroic peace, when govern'd well,
Combine ! whose hallowód name the virtues saint,
And his own Muses love ; the best of kings !
With bim thy Edwards and thy Henrys shine,
Names dear to fame; the first who deep impress'd
On haughty Gaul the terror of thy artos,
That awes her genius still. In statesmen thou,
And patriots fertile. Thine a steady More,
Who, with a generous, though mistaken zeal,
Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage ;
Like Cato fira, like Aristides just,
Like rigid Cincinnatus nobly poor,
A dauntless soul erect, who smild on death.

A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land !
Wise, strenuous firm, of unsubmitting soul ;
Who stema'd the torrent of a downward age,
To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again,
In all thy native pomp of freedom bold.
Thine is a Bacon; hapless in his choice
Unfit tosiand the civil storm of state,
And through the smooth barbarity of courts,

With firm but pliant virtue, forward still
To urge his course ; him for the studious shade
Kind nature form.d, deep, comprehensive, clear,
Exact and elegant ; in one rich soul,
Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tully join'd.
Let Newton, pure intelligence, whom God
To mortals lent to trace his boundless works
From laws sublimely simple, speak thy fame
In all philosophy. For lofty sense,
Creative fancy and inspection keen,
Through the deep windings of the human heart
Is not wild Shakespear thine and natur's boast :
Is not each great, each amiable Muse
Of classic ages in thy Milton met ?
A genius universal as his theme :
Astonishing as chaos, as the bloom
Of blowing Eden fair, as heaven sublime.

May my song soften, as thy Daughters I,
Britannia hail for beauty is their own,
The feeling heart, simplicity of life.
And elegance, and taste ; the faultless form,
Shap'd by the hand of harmony ; the cheek,
Where the live crimson through the native white, -
Soft shooting, o'er the face diffuses bloom,
And every nameless grace; the parted lip,
Like the red rosebud moist with morning dew,
Breathing delight; and, underflowing jet,
Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown,
The neck slight shaded, and the swelling breast ;
The look resistless, piercing to the soul,
And by the soul inform'd, when drest in love
She sits high smilling in the conscious eye.

Isiand of bliss ! amid the subject seas,
That thunder round thy rocky coasts set up,
At once the wonder, terror and delight
Of distant nations, whose remotest shores
Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm ;
Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults
Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea wave.

Othou ! by whose Almighty nod the scale
Ofempire rises, or alternate falls,
Send forth thy saving virtues round the land,
In bright patrol ; white Peace, and social Love;
The tender 1:oking Charity, intent
On gentle deeds, and shedding tears throʻ smiles ;
Uudaunted Truth and dignity of mind;
Courage compos'd and keen-vound Temperance
Herlihfil in heart and look-clear Chastity,
With blushes reildening as she moves along, ..
Lisorder'd at the deep regard she draws

Rough Industry-Activity untira,
With copious life inform’d, and all awake
While in the radiant front, superior shines
That first paternal virtue, Public Zeal
Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey,
And, ever musing on the common weal,

Still labors glorious with some great design.
XII.-Hymn to the Deity, on the Seasons of the Year..

IB.
THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields the softening air is balm-
Echo the mountains round the forest smiles,
And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Then comes thy glory in the summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun
Shoots full perfection through the swelling year.
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks
And oft at dawn, deep noon or falling eve.
By brooks and groves, and hollow whispering gales,
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that live.
In winter awful thou ! with clouds and storms
Around thee thrown-tempest o'er tempest rollid :
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing
Riding subline, thou hid'st the world adore,
And humblest nature with thy northern blast.

Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt in these appear! a simple train-
Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combind
Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade
And all so forming an harmonious whole-
That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze,
Man Marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand,
That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres-
Works in secret deep-shoots, streaming, thence
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day:
Feeds every creature-hurls the tempest forth:
And as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life.

Nature, attend ! join every living soul,
Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join--and ardent, raise
One general song! To him, ye vocal gales,

Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes :
O talk of him in solitary glooms !
Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine
Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.
And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,
Who shake th’astonish'd world, lift hight to heaven
Th' impetuous song, and say from whom you rage
His praise, ye brooks attune, ye trembling rills-
And let me catch it as I muse al
Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound
Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze
Along the vale-and thou majestic main,
A secret world of wonders in thyself-
Sounds his stupendous praise, whose greater voice
Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,
In mingled clouds to him, whose sun exalts,
Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Ye forests berd, ye harvests wave to hin
Breathe your

still

song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep

watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! blest image here below, Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide. From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise. Ye thunders roll; be hush's the prostrate world, While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mossy rocks Retain the sound"; the broad responsive low, Ye vallies raise ; for the great Shepherd reigns, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands all, awake ; a boundless song Burst from the groves ; and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night his praise. Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles: At once the head, the heart, the tongue of all; Crown the great hymn! In swarming cities vast, Assembled men to the deep organ join The long resounding voice, oft breaking clear, At solemn pauses, through the swelling base And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardor rise to heavenOr if you rather choose the rural shade, And find, a fane in every sacred grove

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