XXXI. Our hopes and fears are much to blame; Elude the dart, diffolve the charm, XXXII. The prefent object, prefent day, Are idle phantoms, and away; What's lafting only does exift. Know This, XXXIII. How foreign thefe, though moft in view! How great the toil! "Twill coft more pains, XXXIV. Hence, Reafon! the firft palm is thine, By thee, Trades fwarming throng, gay Freedom's fmile, Of peace the pride, Arts flowing down, Enrich, exalt, defend, inftruct our isle. STRAIN THE SECOND. THE ARGUMENT. Arts from Commerce. Why Britons should purfue it. What wealth includes. An Hiftorical digreffion which kind is most frequent in Pindar. The wealth and wonderful glory of Tyre. The approach of her ruin. The cause of it. Her crimes through all ranks and orders. Her miferable fall. The neighbouring kings just reflection on it. An awful image of the Divine Power and Vengeance. From what Tyre fell, and how deep her calamity. I. COMMERCE gives arts, as well as gain; May travel, thus, from pole to pole, And gild the world with Learning's brighter fun. II. Commerce gives learning, virtue, gold! III. And III. And awes with wealth; for wealth is power: When Jove defcends a golden fhower, 'Tis navies, armies, empire, all, in one.View, emulate, outfhine old Tyre; In fcarlet rob'd, with gems on fire, Her merchants, princes! every deck, a throne! IV. She fate an emprefs! aw'd the flood! She call'd the nations, and the call'd the seas, The Cyprian's art her viol ftrings; V. The fir of Senir makes her floor, And Bafhan's oak, transform'd, her oar; VI. The world's laft limit bounds her fame ; Thofe ftars on earth, the topaz, onyx, blaze And rich as Nile's, let others boaft; VII. O mer VII. O merchant land! as Eden fair! Antient of Empires! Nature's care ! The strength of Ocean! head of Plenty's Springs ! The pride of Ifles! In wars rever'd ! Mother of crafts! lov'd! courted! fear'd! Great mart of nations !-But the fell: Against his favourite ifle loud roars the main! IX. The deftin'd day puts on her frown She's on her march from yon Almighty throne: X. For, oh her fins as red as blood, As crimson deep, outcry the flood; The Queen of Trade is bought! once wife and just, Now, venal is her council's tongue : How riot, violence, and wrong, Turn gold to drofs, her blossom into duft! 5 XI. To XI. To things inglorious, far beneath Thofe high-born fouls they proudly breathe, What burning feuds 'twixt brothers reign! Bold Blafphemy dares make a stand, Affault the fky, and brandish all her might : XIII. Tyre's artizan, sweet orator, Her merchant, fage, big man of war, Her judge, her prophet, nay her hoary heads, Hence, the world's cedar all her honours fheds. XIV. What death of truth! what thirst of gold! |