XXIII.

He too of Judah, great, as wife,

With Hiram ftrove in merchandize;
Monarchs with monarchs ftruggle for an oar!
That Merchant * finking to his grave,
A flood of treafure fwells the cave;
The king left much, the merchant bury'd more,

XXIV.

Is Merchant an inglorious name?
No; fit for Pindar fuch a theme,
Too great for me; I pant beneath the weight!
If loud as Ocean's were my voice,

If words and thoughts to court my choice
Out-number'd fands, I could not reach its height.

XXV.

Merchants o'er proudeft heroes reign; Those trade in blessing, these in pain, At flaughter fwell, and shout, while nations groan : With purple Monarchs, Merchants vie; If great to spend, what, to supply? Priefts pray for blessings; Merchants pour

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them down.

Kings Merchants are in league and love;
Earth's odours pay soft airs above,
That o'er the teeming field prolific range;
Planets are Merchants; take, return,
Luftre and heat; by traffick burn;
The whole Creation is one vaft Exchange.

XXVII. Is

*Vaft treasure taken from Solomon's tomb 1300

years after his death.

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Is Merchant an inglorious name? What fay the fons of letter'd fame, Proud of their volumes, fwelling in their cells? In open life, in change of scene,

Mid various manners, throngs of men, Experience, Arts, and folid Wisdom dwells.

XXVIII.

Trade, Art's mechanick, Nature's stores Well-weighs; to ftarry Science foars: Reads warm in life (dead-colour'd by the pen) The fcites, tongues, interefts, of the ball: Who ftudies Trade, he ftudies all; Accomplish'd Merchants are accomplish'd Men.

STRAIN THE FOURTH.

THE ARGUMENT.

Pindar invoked. His praife. Britain should decline war; but boldly affert her trade. Encouraged from the throne: Britain's condition without trade. Trade's character, and furprizing deeds. Carthage. Solomon's temple. St. Paul's church. The mifer's character. The wonderful effects of trade. Why religion recommended to the merchant. What, falfe joy. What, true. What religion is to the merchant. Why trade more glorious in Britons than others. How warmly, and how long, to be pursued by us. The Briton's legacy. Columbus. His praife. America defcribed. Worlds ftill unknown. Queen Elizabeth. King George the Second. His glory navally represented.

I.

HOW fhall I farther rouse the foul?

How Sloth's lafcivious reign control
By verfe, with unextinguish'd ardour wrought?
How every breaft inflame with mine?

How bid my theme ftill brighter shine,
With wealth of words, and unexhausted thought?

II.

O thou Dircean fwan, on high,

Round whom familiar thunders fly! While Jove attends a language like his own: Thy Spirit pour, like vernal showers,

My verse shall burst out with the flowers, While Britain's trade advances with her fun. III. Though

III.

Though Britain was not born to fear, Grafp not at bloody fame from war; Nor war decline, if thrones your right invade Jove gathers tempeft black as night;

Jove pours the golden flood of light; Let Britain thunder, or let Britain trade.

IV.

Britain a comet, or a far,

In commerce this, or that in war, Let Britons fhout! earth, feas, and fkies refound! Commerce to kindle, raife, preserve,

And spirit dart through every nerve, Hear from the throne* a voice through time renown'd

V.

So fall from heaven the vernal showers,
To chear the glebe, and wake the flowers ;
The bloom call'd forth fees azure skies difplay'd;
The bird of voice is proud to fing,
Induftrious bees ply every wing,

Diftend their cells, and urge their golden trade.

VI.

Trade once extinguish'd, Britain's fun
Is gone out too; his race is run;
He fhines in vain! her ifle 's an ifle indeed,
A fpot too fmall to be o'ercome;

Ah, dreadful fafety! wretched doom!
No foe will conquer what no foe can feed.

* The King's speech.

VII. Trade

VII.

Trade 's the fource, finew, foul of all; Trade 's all herself; hers, hers, the ball; Where most unfeen, the goddess still is there;

Trade leads the dance, Trade lights the blaze,
The courtier's pomp! the ftudent's ease!
'Twas Trade at Blenheim fought, and clos'd the war.
VIII.

What Rome and all her gods defies ?
The Punic oar. Behold it rife

And battle for the world! Trade gave the call;
Rich cordials from his naval art

Sent the strong spirits to his heart,
That bid an Afric Merchant grafp the ball.

IX.

Where is, on earth, Jehovah's home?

Trade mark'd the foil, and built the dome,
In which his Majefty first deign'd to dwell;
The walls with filver fheets o'erlaid,

Rich, as the fun, through gold unweigh'd,
Bent the moon'd arch, and bid the column fwell.
X.

Grandeur unknown to Solomon !

Methinks the labouring earth fhould groan, Beneath yon load*: created fure, not made!

Servant and rival of the fkies!

Heaven's arch alone can higher rife:

What hand immortal rais'd thee?-Humble Trade.

*St. Paul's, built by the coal-tax.

XI. Where

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