LIBERTY
.
PART
V.
HERE
interposing
,
as
the
GODDESS
paus'd
,
—
"
Oh
blest
BRITANNIA
!
in
THY
Presence
blest
,
"
THOU
Guardian
of
Mankind
!
whence
spring
,
alone
,
"
All
human
Grandeur
,
Happiness
and
Fame
:
"
For
Toil
,
by
THEE
protected
,
feels
no
Pain
;
"
The
poor
Man's
Lot
with
Milk
and
Honey
flows
;
"
And
,
gilded
with
Thy
Rays
,
even
Death
looks
gay
.
"
Let
other
Lands
the
potent
Blessings
boast
"
Of
more
exalting
Suns
.
Let
Asia's
Woods
,
"
Untended
,
yield
the
vegetable
Fleece
:
"
And
let
the
little
Insect-Artist
form
,
"
On
higher
Life
intent
,
it's
silken
Tomb
.
"
Let
wondering
Rocks
,
in
radiant
Birth
,
disclose
,
"
The
various-tinctur'd
Children
of
the
Sun
.
"
From
the
prone
Beam
let
more
delicious
Fruits
"
A
Flavour
drink
,
that
in
one
piercing
Taste
"
Bids
each
combine
.
Let
Gallic
Vineyards
burst
"
With
Floods
of
Joy
,
with
mild
balsamic
Juice
"
The
Tuscan
Olive
.
Let
Arabia
breathe
"
Her
spicy
Gales
,
her
vital
Gums
distill
.
"
Turbid
with
Gold
,
let
southern
Rivers
flow
;
"
And
orient
Floods
draw
soft
,
o'er
Pearls
,
their
Maze
.
"
Let
Afric
vaunt
her
Treasures
;
let
Peru
,
"
Deep
in
her
Bowels
her
own
Ruin
breed
,
"
The
yellow
Traitor
that
her
Bliss
betray'd
,
—
"
Unequall'd
Bliss
!
—
and
to
unequall'd
Rage
!
"
Yet
nor
the
gorgeous
East
,
nor
golden
South
,
"
Nor
,
in
full
Prime
,
that
new-discover'd
World
,
"
Where
flames
the
falling
Day
,
in
Wealth
and
Praise
,
"
Shall
with
BRITANNIA
vie
,
while
,
GODDESS
,
she
"
Derives
her
Praise
from
THEE
,
her
matchless
Charms
.
"
Her
hearty
Fruits
the
Hand
of
Freedom
own
;
"
And
,
warm
with
Culture
,
her
thick-clustering
Fields
"
Prolific
teem
.
Eternal
Verdure
crowns
"
Her
Meads
;
her
Gardens
smile
eternal
Spring
.
"
She
gives
the
Hunter-Horse
,
unquell'd
by
Toil
,
"
Ardent
,
to
rush
into
the
rapid
Chace
:
"
She
,
whitening
o'er
her
Downs
,
diffusive
,
pours
"
Unnumber'd
Flocks
:
She
weaves
the
fleecy
Robe
,
"
That
wraps
the
Nations
:
She
,
to
lusty
Droves
,
"
The
richest
Pasture
spreads
;
and
Her's
deep-wave
"
Autumnal
Seas
of
pleasing
Plenty
round
.
"
These
her
Delights
:
And
by
no
baneful
Herb
,
"
No
darting
Tyger
,
no
grim
Lion's
Glare
,
"
No
fierce-descending
Wolf
,
no
Serpent
roll'd
"
In
Spires
immense
progressive
o'er
the
Land
,
"
Disturb'd
.
Enlivening
These
,
add
Cities
,
full
"
Of
Wealth
,
of
Trade
,
of
chearful
toiling
Crowds
:
"
Add
thriving
Towns
:
add
Villages
and
Farms
,
"
Innumerous
fow'd
along
the
lively
Vale
,
"
Where
bold
unrival'd
Peasants
happy
dwell
:
"
Add
ancient
Seats
,
with
venerable
Oaks
"
Embosom'd
high
,
while
kindred
Floods
below
"
Wind
thro'
the
Mead
;
and
Those
of
modern
Hand
,
"
More
pompous
,
add
,
that
splendid
shine
afar
:
"
Need
I
her
limpid
Lakes
,
her
Rivers
name
,
"
Where
swarm
the
finny
Race
?
Thee
,
chief
,
O
Thames
!
"
On
whose
each
Tide
,
glad
with
returning
Sails
,
"
Flows
in
the
mingled
Harvest
of
Mankind
?
"
And
thee
,
thou
Severn
,
whose
prodigious
Swell
,
"
And
Waves
,
resounding
,
imitate
the
Main
?
"
Why
need
I
name
her
deep
capacious
Ports
,
"
That
point
around
the
World
?
And
why
her
Seas
?
"
All
Ocean
is
her
own
,
and
every
Land
"
To
whom
her
ruling
Thunder
Ocean
bears
.
"
She
too
the
Mineral
feeds
:
th'
obedient
Lead
,
"
The
Warrior-Iron
,
nor
the
Peaceful
less
,
"
Forming
of
Life
art-civiliz'd
the
Bond
;
"
And
Tin.
That
the
Tyrian
Merchant
sought
of
old
,
"
Not
dreaming
then
of
BRITAIN's
brighter
Fame
.
"
She
rears
to
Freedom
an
undaunted
Race
:
"
Compatriot
zealous
,
hospitable
,
kind
,
"
Her's
the
warm
CAMBRIAN
:
Her's
the
lofty
SCOT
,
"
To
Hardship
tam'd
,
active
in
Arts
and
Arms
,
"
Fir'd
with
a
restless
an
impatient
Flame
,
"
That
leads
him
raptur'd
where
Ambition
calls
:
"
And
ENGLISH
MERIT
Her's
;
where
meet
,
combin'd
,
"
Whate'er
high
Fancy
,
sound
judicious
Thought
,
"
An
ample
generous
Heart
,
undrooping
Soul
,
"
And
firm
tenacious
Valour
can
bestow
.
"
Great
Nurse
of
Fruits
,
of
Flocks
,
of
Commerce
,
SHE
!
"
Great
Nurse
of
Men
!
by
THEE
,
O
GODDESS
,
taught
,
"
Her
old
Renown
I
trace
,
disclose
her
Source
"
Of
Wealth
,
of
Grandeur
,
and
to
BRITONS
sing
"
A
Strain
the
Muses
never
touch'd
before
.
"
"
But
how
shall
this
THY
mighty
KINGDOM
stand
?
"
On
what
unyielding
Base
?
how
finish'd
shine
?
"
At
this
HER
Eye
,
collecting
all
it's
Fire
,
Beam'd
more
than
human
;
and
HER
awful
Voice
,
Majestic
,
thus
SHE
rais'd
—
"
To
BRITONS
bear
"
This
closing
Strain
,
and
with
intenser
Note
"
Loud
let
it
sound
in
their
awaken'd
Ear
.
"
On
VIRTUE
can
alone
MY
KINGDOM
stand
,
On
PUBLICK
VIRTUE
,
EVERY
VIRTUE
JOIN'D
.
For
,
lost
this
social
Cement
of
Mankind
,
The
greatest
Empires
,
by
scarce-felt
Degrees
,
Will
moulder
soft
away
;
'till
,
tottering
loose
,
They
prone
at
last
to
total
Ruin
rush
.
Unblest
by
VIRTUE
,
Government
a
League
Becomes
,
a
circling
Junto
of
the
Great
,
To
rob
by
Law
;
Religion
mild
a
Yoke
To
tame
the
stooping
Soul
,
a
Trick
of
State
To
mask
their
Rapine
,
and
to
share
the
Prey
.
What
are
without
IT
Senates
,
save
a
Face
Of
Consultation
deep
and
Reason
free
,
While
the
determin'd
Voice
and
Heart
are
sold
?
What
boasted
Freedom
,
save
a
sounding
Name
?
And
what
Election
,
but
a
Market
vile
Of
Slaves
self-barter'd
?
VIRTUE
!
without
THEE
,
There
is
no
ruling
Eye
,
no
Nerve
,
in
States
;
War
has
no
Vigour
,
and
no
Safety
Peace
:
Even
Justice
warps
to
Party
,
Laws
oppress
,
Wide
thro'
the
Land
their
weak
Protection
fails
,
First
broke
the
Ballance
,
and
then
scorn'd
the
Sword
.
Thus
Nations
sink
,
Society
dissolves
;
Rapine
and
Guile
and
Violence
break
loose
,
Everting
Life
,
and
turning
Love
to
Gall
;
Man
hates
the
Face
of
Man
,
and
Indian
Woods
And
Lybia's
hissing
Sands
to
him
are
tame
.
By
those
THREE
VIRTUES
be
the
Frame
sustain'd
,
Of
BRITISH
FREEDOM
:
INDEPENDENT
LIFE
;
INTEGRITY
IN
OFFICE
;
and
,
o'er
all
Supreme
,
A
PASSION
FOR
THE
COMMON-WEAL
.
Hail
!
INDEPENDANCE
,
hail
!
HEAVEN's
next
best
Gift
,
To
that
of
Life
and
an
immortal
Soul
!
The
Life
of
Life
!
that
to
the
Banquet
high
And
sober
Meal
gives
taste
;
to
the
bow'd
Roof
Fair-dream'd
Repose
,
and
to
the
Cottage
Charms
.
Of
publick
Freedom
,
hail
,
thou
secret
Source
!
Whose
Streams
,
from
every
Quarter
confluent
,
form
MY
better
Nile
,
that
nurses
human
Life
.
By
Rills
from
Thee
deduc'd
,
irriguous
,
fed
,
The
private
Field
looks
gay
,
with
Nature's
Wealth
Abundant
flows
,
and
blooms
with
each
Delight
That
Nature
craves
.
It's
happy
Master
there
,
The
ONLY
FREE-MAN
,
walks
his
pleasing
Round
:
Sweet-featur'd
Peace
attending
;
fearless
Truth
;
Firm
Resolution
;
Goodness
,
blessing
all
That
can
rejoice
;
Contentment
,
surest
Friend
;
And
,
still
fresh
Stores
from
Nature's
Book
deriv'd
,
Philosophy
,
Companion
ever-new
.
These
chear
his
rural
,
and
sustain
or
fire
,
When
into
Action
call'd
,
his
busy
Hours
.
Mean
time
true-judging
moderate
Desires
,
Oeconomy
and
Taste
,
combin'd
,
direct
His
clear
Affairs
,
and
from
debauching
Fiends
Secure
his
little
Kingdom
.
Nor
can
Those
Whom
Fortune
heaps
,
without
these
Virtues
,
reach
That
Truce
with
Pain
,
that
animated
Ease
,
That
Self-Enjoyment
springing
from
within
,
That
INDEPENDANCE
,
active
,
or
retir'd
,
Which
make
the
soundest
Bliss
of
Man
below
:
But
,
lost
beneath
the
Rubbish
of
their
Means
,
And
drain'd
by
Wants
to
Nature
all
unknown
,
A
wandering
,
tasteless
,
gaily-wretched
Train
,
Tho'
rich
,
are
Beggars
,
and
,
tho'
noble
,
Slaves
.
Lo
!
damn'd
to
Wealth
,
at
what
a
gross
Expence
,
They
purchase
Disappointment
,
Pain
and
Shame
.
Instead
of
hearty
hospitable
Chear
,
See
!
how
the
Hall
with
brutal
Riot
flows
;
While
in
the
foaming
Flood
,
fermenting
,
steep'd
,
The
Country
maddens
into
Party-Rage
.
Mark
!
those
disgraceful
Piles
of
Wood
and
Stone
;
Those
Parks
and
Gardens
,
where
,
his
Haunts
be-trimm'd
,
And
Nature
by
presumptuous
Art
oppress'd
,
The
woodland
Genius
mourns
.
See
!
the
full
Board
That
steams
Disgust
,
and
Bowls
that
give
no
Joy
:
No
Truth
invited
there
,
to
feed
the
Mind
;
Nor
Wit
,
the
Wine
rejoicing
Reason
quaffs
.
Hark
!
how
the
Dome
with
Insolence
resounds
,
With
those
retain'd
by
Vanity
to
scare
Repose
and
Friends
.
To
tyrant
Fashion
mark
!
The
costly-Worship
paid
,
to
the
broad
Gaze
Of
Fools
.
From
still
delusive
Day
to
Day
,
Led
an
eternal
Round
of
lying
Hope
,
See
!
self-abandon'd
,
how
they
roam
adrift
,
Dash'd
o'er
the
Town
,
a
miserable
Wreck
!
Then
to
adore
some
warbling
Eunuch
turn'd
,
With
Midas
'
Ears
they
crowd
;
or
to
the
Buzz
Of
Masquerade
unblushing
:
or
,
to
show
Their
Scorn
of
Nature
,
at
the
Tragic
Scene
They
mirthful
sit
,
or
prove
the
Comic
true
.
But
,
chief
,
behold
!
around
the
rattling
Board
,
The
civil
Robbers
rang'd
;
and
even
the
Fair
,
The
tender
Fair
,
each
Sweetness
laid
aside
,
As
fierce
for
Plunder
as
all-licens'd
'
Troops
At
some
sack'd
City
.
Thus
dissolv'd
their
Wealth
,
Without
one
generous
Luxury
dissolv'd
,
Or
quarter'd
on
it
many
a
needless
Want
,
At
the
throng'd
Leve
bends
the
venal
Tribe
:
With
fair
but
faithless
Smiles
each
varnish'd
o'er
,
Each
smooth
as
Those
that
mutually
deceive
,
And
for
their
Falshood
each
despising
each
;
'Till
shook
their
Patron
by
the
wintry
Winds
,
Wide
flies
the
wither'd
Shower
,
and
leaves
him
bare
.
O
far
superior
Afric's
sable
Sons
,
By
Merchant
pilfer'd
,
to
these
willing
Slaves
!
And
,
rich
,
as
unsqueez'd
Favourite
,
to
them
,
Is
he
who
can
his
Virtue
boast
alone
!
BRITONS
!
be
firm
!
—
nor
let
Corruption
sly
Twine
round
your
Heart
indissoluble
Chains
!
The
Steel
of
BRUTUS
burst
the
grosser
Bonds
By
Cesar
cast
o'er
ROME
;
but
still
remain'd
The
soft
enchanting
Fetters
of
the
Mind
,
And
other
Cesars
rose
.
Determin'd
,
hold
Your
INDEPENDANCE
;
for
,
That
once
destroy'd
.
Unfounded
,
FREEDOM
is
a
Morning
Dream
,
That
flits
aerial
from
the
spreading
Eye
.
Forbid
it
HEAVEN
!
that
ever
I
need
urge
INTEGRITY
IN
OFFICE
on
MY
Sons
;
Inculcate
common
Honour
—
not
to
rob
.
—
And
whom
?
—
the
gracious
the
confiding
Hand
,
That
lavishly
rewards
;
the
toiling
Poor
,
Whose
Cup
with
many
a
bitter
Drop
is
mixt
;
The
Guardian
Publick
;
every
Face
they
see
,
And
every
Friend
;
nay
,
in
Effect
,
themselves
.
As
,
in
familiar
Life
,
the
Villain's
Fate
Admits
no
Cure
;
so
,
when
a
desperate
Age
At
This
arrives
,
I
the
devoted
Race
Indignant
spurn
,
and
hopeless
soar
away
.
But
,
ah
too
little
known
to
modern
Times
!
Be
not
the
noblest
Passion
past
unsung
;
That
Ray
peculiar
,
from
UNBOUNDED
LOVE
Effus'd
,
which
kindles
the
heroic
Soul
;
DEVOTION
TO
THE
PUBLIC
.
Glorious
Flame
!
Celestial
Ardor
!
in
what
unknown
Worlds
,
Profusely
scatter'd
thro'
the
blue
Immense
,
Hast
Thou
been
blessing
Myriads
,
since
in
ROME
,
Old
virtuous
ROME
,
so
many
deathless
Names
From
Thee
their
Lustre
drew
?
since
,
taught
by
Thee
,
Their
Poverty
put
Splendor
to
the
Blush
,
Pain
grew
luxurious
,
and
even
Death
Delight
?
O
wilt
Thou
ne'er
,
in
thy
long
Period
,
look
,
With
Blaze
direct
,
on
this
MY
last
Retreat
?
'Tis
not
enough
,
from
Self
right
understood
Reflected
,
that
thy
Rays
inflame
the
Heart
:
Tho'
VIRTUE
not
disdains
Appeals
to
Self
,
Dreads
not
the
Trial
;
all
her
Joys
are
true
,
Nor
is
there
any
real
Joy
save
Her's
.
Far
less
the
tepid
the
declaiming
Race
,
Foes
to
Corruption
,
to
it's
Wages
Friends
,
Or
those
whom
private
Passions
,
for
a
while
,
Beneath
MY
Standard
list
,
can
they
suffice
To
raise
and
fix
the
Glory
of
MY
REIGN
?
An
active
Flood
of
universal
Love
Must
swell
the
Breast
.
First
,
in
Effusion
wide
,
The
restless
Spirit
roves
Creation
round
,
And
seizes
every
Being
:
Stronger
then
It
tends
to
Life
,
whate'er
the
kindred
Search
Of
Bliss
allys
:
then
,
more
collected
still
,
It
urges
Human-kind
:
a
Passion
grown
,
,
At
last
,
the
central
Parent-Public
calls
It's
utmost
Effort
forth
,
awakes
each
Sense
,
The
Comely
,
Grand
and
Tender
.
Without
This
,
This
awful
Pant
,
shook
from
sublimer
Powers
Than
those
of
Self
,
this
HEAVEN-infus'd
Delight
,
This
moral
Gravitation
,
rushing
prone
To
press
the
public
Good
,
MY
System
soon
,
Traverse
,
to
several
selfish
Centers
drawn
,
Will
reel
to
Ruin
:
while
for
ever
shut
Stand
the
bright
Portals
of
desponding
Fame
.
From
sordid
Self
shoot
up
no
shining
Deeds
,
None
of
those
ancient
Lights
,
that
gladden
Earth
,
Give
Grace
to
Being
,
and
arrouse
the
Brave
To
just
Ambition
,
VIRTUE's
quickening
Fire
!
Life
tedious
grows
,
an
idly-bustling
Round
,
Fill'd
up
with
Actions
animal
and
mean
,
A
dull
Gazette
!
Th'
impatient
Reader
scorns
The
poor
historic
Page
;
'till
kindly
comes
Oblivion
,
and
redeems
a
People's
Shame
.
Not
so
the
Times
when
,
Emulation-stung
,
GREECE
shone
in
Genius
,
Science
,
and
in
Arts
,
And
ROME
in
Virtues
dreadful
to
be
told
!
To
live
was
Glory
then
!
and
charm'd
Mankind
,
Thro'
the
deep
Periods
of
devolving
Time
,
Those
,
raptur'd
,
copy
;
These
,
astonish'd
,
read
.
True
,
a
corrupted
State
,
with
every
Vice
And
every
Meanness
foul
,
this
Passion
damps
.
Who
can
,
unshock'd
,
behold
the
cruel
Eye
?
The
pale
inveigling
Smile
?
The
ruffian
Front
?
The
Wretch
abandon'd
to
relentless
Self
,
Equally
vile
if
Miser
or
Profuse
?
Powers
not
of
GOD
,
assiduous
to
corrupt
?
The
fell
deputed
Tyrant
,
who
devours
The
Poor
and
Weak
,
Lord
MOLESWORTH
in
his
Account
of
Denmark
says
,
—
It
is
observed
,
that
in
limited
Monarchies
and
Commonwealths
,
a
Neighbourhood
to
the
Seat
of
the
Government
is
advantageous
to
the
Subjects
;
whilst
the
distant
Provinces
are
less
thriving
,
and
more
liable
to
Oppression
.
at
Distance
from
Redress
?
Delirious
Faction
bellowing
loud
MY
Name
?
The
false
fair-seeming
Patriot's
hollow
Boast
?
A
Race
resolv'd
on
Bondage
,
fierce
for
Chains
,
MY
sacred
Rights
a
Merchandize
alone
Esteeming
,
and
to
work
their
Feeder's
Will
By
Deeds
,
a
Horror
to
Mankind
,
prepar'd
,
As
were
the
Dregs
of
Romulus
of
old
?
Who
These
indeed
can
undetesting
see
?
—
But
who
unpitying
?
To
the
generous
Eye
Distress
is
Virtue
;
and
,
tho'
Self-betray'd
,
A
People
struggling
with
their
Fate
must
rouze
The
Hero's
Throb
.
Nor
can
a
Land
,
at
once
,
Be
lost
to
Virtue
quite
.
How
glorious
then
!
Fit
Luxury
for
Gods
!
to
save
the
Good
,
Protect
the
Feeble
,
dash
bold
Vice
aside
,
Depress
the
Wicked
,
and
restore
the
Frail
.
Posterity
,
besides
,
the
Young
are
pure
,
And
Sons
may
tinge
their
Father's
Cheek
with
Shame
.
Should
then
the
Times
arrive
(
which
HEAVEN
avert
!
)
That
BRITONS
bend
unnerv'd
,
not
by
the
Force
Of
Arms
,
more
generous
,
and
more
manly
,
quell'd
,
But
by
Corruption's
Soul-dejecting
Arts
,
Arts
impudent
!
and
gross
!
by
their
own
Gold
,
In
Part
bestow'd
,
to
bribe
them
to
give
All
.
With
Party
raging
,
or
immers'd
in
Sloth
,
Should
they
BRITANNIA's
well-fought
Laurels
yield
To
slily-conquering
Gaul
;
even
from
her
Brow
Let
her
own
Naval
Oak
be
basely
torn
,
By
such
as
tremble
at
the
stiffening
Gale
,
And
nerveless
sink
while
others
sing
rejoic'd
.
Or
(
darker
Prospect
!
scarce
one
Gleam
behind
Disclosing
)
should
the
broad
corruptive
Plague
Breathe
from
the
City
to
the
farthest
Hut
,
That
sits
serene
within
the
Forest-Shade
;
The
sever'd
People
fire
,
inflame
their
Wants
,
And
their
luxurious
Thirst
,
so
gathering
Rage
,
That
,
were
a
Buyer
found
,
they
stand
prepar'd
To
sell
their
Birthright
for
a
cooling
Draught
.
Should
shameless
Pens
for
plain
Corruption
plead
;
The
hir'd
Assassins
of
the
Commonweal
!
Deem'd
the
declaiming
Rant
of
GREECE
and
ROME
,
Should
Public
Virtue
grow
the
Public
Scoff
,
'Till
Private
,
failing
,
staggers
thro'
the
Land
:
'Till
round
the
City
loose
mechanic
Want
,
Dire-prowling
nightly
,
makes
the
chearful
Haunts
Of
Men
more
hideous
than
Numidian
Wilds
,
Nor
from
it's
Fury
sleeps
the
Vale
in
Peace
;
And
Murders
,
Horrors
,
Perjuries
abound
:
Nay
,
'till
to
lowest
Deeds
the
Highest
stoop
;
The
Rich
,
like
starving
Wretches
,
thirst
for
Gold
;
And
those
,
on
whom
the
vernal
Showers
of
HEAVEN
All-bounteous
fall
,
and
that
prime
Lot
bestow
,
A
Power
to
live
to
Nature
and
Themselves
,
In
sick
Attendance
wear
their
anxious
Days
,
With
Fortune
,
joyless
,
and
,
with
Honours
,
mean
.
Meantime
,
perhaps
,
Profusion
flows
around
,
The
Waste
of
War
,
without
the
Works
of
Peace
;
No
Mark
of
Millions
in
the
Gulph
absorpt
Of
uncreating
Vice
,
none
but
the
Rage
Of
rouz'd
Corruption
still
demanding
more
.
That
very
Portion
,
which
(
by
faithful
Skill
Employ'd
)
might
make
the
smiling
Public
rear
Her
ornamented
Head
,
drill'd
thro'
the
Hands
Of
mercenary
Tools
,
serves
but
to
nurse
A
Locust-Band
within
,
and
in
the
Bud
Leaves
starv'd
each
Work
of
Dignity
and
Use
.
I
paint
the
worst
.
But
should
these
Times
arrive
,
If
any
nobler
Passion
yet
remain
,
Let
all
MY
Sons
all
Parties
fling
aside
,
Despise
their
Nonsense
,
and
together
join
;
Let
Worth
and
Virtue
,
scorning
low
Despair
,
Exerted
full
,
from
every
Quarter
shine
,
Commix'd
in
heighten'd
Blaze
.
Light
flash'd
to
Light
,
Moral
,
or
Intellectual
,
more
intense
By
giving
glows
.
As
on
pure
Winter's
Eve
,
Gradual
,
the
Stars
effulge
;
fainter
,
at
first
,
They
,
straggling
,
rise
;
but
when
the
radiant
Host
,
In
thick
Profusion
pour'd
,
shine
out
immense
,
Each
casting
vivid
Influence
on
each
,
From
Pole
to
Pole
a
glittering
Deluge
plays
,
And
Worlds
above
rejoice
,
and
Men
below
.
But
why
to
BRITONS
this
superfluous
Strain
?
—
Good-nature
,
honest
Truth
even
somewhat
blunt
,
Of
crooked
Baseness
an
indignant
Scorn
,
A
Zeal
unyielding
in
their
Country's
Cause
,
And
ready
Bounty
,
wont
to
dwell
with
them
.
—
Nor
only
wont
—
Wide
o'er
the
Land
diffus'd
,
In
many
a
blest
Retirement
still
they
dwell
.
To
softer
Prospect
turn
we
now
the
View
,
To
laurel'd
SCIENCE
,
ARTS
,
and
PUBLIC
WORKS
,
That
lend
MY
FINISH'D
FABRIC
comely
Pride
,
Grandeur
and
Grace
.
Of
sullen
Genius
he
!
Curs'd
by
the
Muses
!
by
the
Graces
loath'd
!
Who
deems
beneath
the
Public's
high
Regard
These
last
enlivening
Touches
of
MY
Reign
.
However
puff'd
with
Power
,
and
gorg'd
with
Wealth
,
A
Nation
be
;
let
Trade
enormous
rise
,
Let
East
and
South
their
mingled
Treasure
pour
,
'Till
,
swell'd
impetuous
,
the
corrupting
Flood
Burst
o'er
the
City
and
devour
the
Land
:
Yet
These
neglected
,
These
recording
Arts
,
Wealth
rots
,
a
Nusance
;
and
,
oblivious
,
sunk
,
That
Nation
must
another
Carthage
lie
.
If
not
by
Them
,
on
monumental
Brass
,
On
sculptur'd
Marble
,
or
the
deathless
Page
Imprest
,
Renown
had
left
no
Trace
behind
:
In
vain
,
to
future
Times
,
the
Sage
had
thought
,
The
Legislator
plann'd
,
the
Hero
found
A
beauteous
Death
,
the
Patriot
toil'd
in
vain
.
Th'
Awarders
They
of
Fame's
immortal
Wreathe
,
They
rouze
Ambition
,
they
the
Mind
exalt
,
Give
great
Ideas
,
lovely
Forms
infuse
,
Delight
the
general
Eye
,
and
,
drest
by
Them
,
The
moral
Venus
glows
with
double
Charms
.
SCIENCE
,
MY
close
Associate
,
still
attends
Where-e'er
I
go
.
Sometimes
,
in
simple
Guise
,
She
walks
the
Furrow
with
the
Consul-Swain
,
Whispering
unletter'd
Wisdom
to
the
Heart
,
Direct
;
or
,
sometimes
,
in
the
pompous
Robe
Of
Fancy
drest
,
She
charms
Athenian
Wits
,
And
a
whole
sapient
City
round
Her
burns
.
Then
o'er
her
Brow
MINERVA'S
Terrors
nod
:
With
XENOPHON
,
sometimes
,
in
dire
Extremes
,
She
breathes
deliberate
Soul
,
and
makes
The
famous
Retreat
of
the
Ten
Thousand
was
chiefly
conducted
by
XENOPHON
.
Retreat
Unequal'd
Glory
:
with
the
Theban
Sage
,
EPAMINONDAS
,
First
and
Best
of
Men
!
Sometimes
She
bids
the
deep-embattled
Host
,
Above
the
vulgar
Reach
,
resistless
form'd
,
March
to
sure
Conquest
,
—
never
gain'd
before
!
Epaminondas
,
after
having
beat
the
Lacedemonians
and
their
Allies
,
in
the
Bat
tle
of
Leuctra
,
made
an
Incursion
at
the
head
of
a
powerful
Army
,
into
Laconia
,
It
was
now
six
hundred
Years
since
the
Dorians
had
possessed
this
Country
,
and
in
all
that
time
the
Face
of
an
Enemy
had
not
been
seen
within
their
Territories
.
Plu
tarch
in
Agesilaus
.
Nor
on
the
treacherous
Seas
of
giddy
State
Unskilful
She
:
when
the
triumphant
Tide
Of
high-swoln
Empire
wears
one
boundless
Smile
,
And
the
Gale
tempts
to
new
Pursuits
of
Fame
,
Sometimes
,
with
SCIPIO
,
She
collects
her
Sail
,
And
seeks
the
blissful
Shore
of
rural
Ease
,
Where
,
but
th'
Aonian
Maids
,
no
Syrens
sing
.
Or
should
the
deep-brew'd
Tempest
muttering
rise
,
While
Rocks
and
Shoals
perfidious
lurk
around
,
With
TULLY
She
her
wide-reviving
Light
To
Senates
holds
,
a
Catiline
confounds
,
And
saves
awhile
from
Cesar
sinking
ROME
.
Such
the
kind
POWER
,
whose
piercing
Eye
dissolves
Each
mental
Fetter
,
and
sets
Reason
free
;
For
ME
inspiring
an
enlighten'd
Zeal
,
The
more
tenacious
as
the
more
convinc'd
How
happy
Freemen
,
and
how
wretched
Slaves
.
To
BRITONS
not
unknown
,
to
BRITONS
full
The
GODDESS
spreads
her
Stores
,
the
secret
Soul
That
quickens
Trade
,
the
Breath
unseen
that
wafts
To
them
the
Treasures
of
a
ballanc'd
World
.
But
FINER
ARTS
(
save
what
the
MUSE
has
sung
,
In
daring
Flight
,
above
all
modern
Wing
)
Neglected
droop
the
Head
;
and
PUBLIC
WORKS
,
Broke
by
Corruption
into
private
Gain
,
Not
ornament
,
disgrace
,
not
serve
,
destroy
.
Shall
BRITONS
,
by
their
own
JOINT
WISDOM
rul'd
Beneath
one
ROYAL
HEAD
,
whose
vital
Power
Connects
,
enlivens
and
exerts
the
WHOLE
;
In
FINER
ARTS
,
and
PUBLIC
WORKS
,
shall
They
To
Gallia
yield
?
—
yield
to
a
Land
that
bends
,
Deprest
,
and
broke
,
beneath
the
Will
of
One
?
Of
One
—
who
,
should
th'
unkingly
Thirst
of
Gold
,
Or
tyrant
Passions
,
or
Ambition
,
prompt
,
Calls
Locust-Armies
o'er
the
blasted
Land
:
Drains
from
it's
thirsty
Bounds
the
Springs
of
Wealth
,
His
own
insatiate
Reservoir
to
fill
:
To
the
lone
Desart
Patriot-Merit
frowns
,
Or
into
Dungeons
Arts
,
when
They
,
their
Chains
,
Indignant
,
bursting
,
for
their
nobler
Works
All
other
Licence
scorn
but
TRUTH's
and
MINE
.
Oh
shame
to
think
!
shall
BRITONS
,
in
the
Field
Unconquer'd
still
,
the
better
Laurel
lose
?
Even
in
that
Lewis
XIV
.
Monarch's
Reign
,
who
vainly
dreamt
,
By
giddy
Power
,
betray'd
,
and
flatter'd
Pride
,
To
grasp
unbounded
Sway
;
while
,
swarming
round
,
His
Armies
dar'd
all
Europe
to
the
Field
;
To
hostile
Hands
while
Treasure
flow'd
profuse
,
And
,
that
great
Source
of
Treasure
,
Subjects
'
Blood
,
Inhuman
squander'd
,
sicken'd
every
Land
;
From
BRITAIN
,
chief
,
while
MY
superior
Sons
,
In
Vengeance
rushing
,
dash'd
his
idle
Hopes
,
And
bad
his
agonizing
Heart
be
low
:
Even
then
,
as
in
the
golden
Calm
of
Peace
,
What
PUBLIC
WORKS
,
at
home
,
what
ARTS
arose
!
What
various
SCIENCE
shone
!
what
GENIUS
glow'd
!
'Tis
not
for
ME
to
paint
,
diffusive
shot
O'er
fair
Extents
of
Land
,
the
shining
Road
;
The
Flood-compelling
Arch
;
the
long
The
Canal
of
Languedoc
.
Canal
,
Thro'
Mountains
piercing
,
and
uniting
Seas
;
The
The
Hospital
for
Foundlings
Dome
resounding
sweet
with
Infant
Joy
,
From
Famine
sav'd
,
or
cruel-handed
Shame
,
And
The
Hospital
for
Invalids
.
That
where
Valour
counts
his
noble
Scars
;
The
Land
where
social
Pleasure
loves
to
dwell
,
Of
the
fierce
Demon
,
Gothic
Duel
,
freed
;
The
Robber
from
his
farthest
Forest
chas'd
;
The
turbid
City
clear'd
,
and
,
by
Degrees
,
Into
sure
Peace
the
best
Police
refin'd
,
Magnificence
,
and
Grace
,
and
decent
Joy
.
Let
Gallic
Bards
record
,
how
honour'd
ARTS
,
And
SCIENCE
,
by
despotic
Bounty
bless'd
,
At
Distance
flourish'd
from
MY
PARENT-EYE
.
Restoring
ancient
Taste
,
how
BOILEAU
rose
.
How
the
big
ROMAN
Soul
shook
,
in
CORNEILLE
,
The
trembling
Stage
.
In
elegant
RACINE
,
How
the
more
powerful
tho'
more
humble
Voice
Of
Nature-painting
GREECE
,
resistless
,
breath'd
The
whole
awaken'd
Heart
.
How
MOLIERE's
Scene
,
Chastis'd
and
regular
,
with
well-judg'd
Wit
,
Not
scatter'd
wild
,
and
native
Humour
,
grac'd
,
Was
Life
itself
.
To
public
Honours
rais'd
,
How
Learning
in
warm
The
Academies
of
Sciences
,
of
the
Belles
Lettres
and
of
Painting
.
Seminaries
spread
;
And
,
more
for
Glory
than
the
small
Reward
,
How
Emulation
strove
.
How
their
pure
Tongue
Almost
obtain'd
what
was
deny'd
their
Arms
.
From
Rome
,
awhile
,
how
PAINTING
,
courted
long
,
With
POUSSIN
came
;
Ancient
Design
,
that
lifts
A
fairer
Front
,
and
looks
another
Soul
.
How
the
kind
Engraving
.
Art
,
that
,
of
unvalu'd
Price
,
The
fam'd
and
only
Picture
,
easy
,
gives
,
Refin'd
her
Touch
,
and
,
thro'
the
shadow'd
Piece
,
All
the
live
Spirit
of
the
Painter
pour'd
.
Coyest
of
Arts
,
how
Sculpture
northward
deign'd
A
Look
,
and
bad
her
GIRARDON
arise
.
How
lavish
Grandeur
blaz'd
;
the
barren
Waste
,
Astonish'd
,
saw
the
sudden
Palace
swell
,
And
Fountains
spout
amid
it's
arid
Shades
.
For
Leagues
,
bright
Vistas
opening
to
the
View
,
How
Forests
in
majestic
Gardens
smil'd
.
How
menial
Arts
,
by
their
gay
Sisters
taught
,
Wove
the
deep
Flower
,
the
blooming
Foliage
train'd
In
joyous
Figures
o'er
the
silky
Lawn
,
The
Palace
chear'd
,
illum'd
the
Story'd
Wall
,
And
with
the
Pencil
vy'd
the
glowing
Loom
The
Tapestry
of
the
Gobelins
.
.
These
Laurels
,
LOUIS
,
by
the
Droppings
rais'd
Of
thy
Profusion
,
it's
Dishonour
shade
,
And
,
green
thro'
future
Times
,
shall
bind
thy
Brow
;
While
the
vain
Honours
of
perfidious
War
Wither
abhorr'd
,
or
in
Oblivion
lost
.
With
what
prevailing
Vigour
had
they
shot
,
And
stole
a
deeper
Root
,
by
the
full
Tide
Of
War-sunk
Millions
fed
?
Superior
still
,
How
had
they
branch'd
luxuriant
to
the
Skies
,
In
BRITAIN
planted
,
by
the
potent
Juice
Of
Freedom
swell'd
?
Forc'd
is
the
Bloom
of
ARTS
,
A
false
uncertain
Spring
,
when
Bounty
gives
,
Weak
without
ME
,
a
transitory
Gleam
.
Fair
shine
the
slippery
Days
,
enticing
Skies
Of
Favour
smile
,
and
courtly
Breezes
blow
;
'Till
ARTS
,
betray'd
,
trust
to
the
flattering
Air
Their
tender
Blossom
:
—
then
malignant
rise
The
Blights
of
Envy
,
of
those
Insect-Clouds
,
That
,
blasting
Merit
,
often
cover
Courts
:
Nay
,
should
,
perchance
,
some
kind
MOECENAS
aid
The
doubtful
Beamings
of
his
PRINCE's
Soul
,
His
wavering
Ardor
fix
,
and
unconfin'd
Diffuse
his
warm
Beneficence
around
;
Yet
Death
,
at
last
,
and
wintry
Tyrants
come
,
Each
Sprig
of
Genius
killing
at
the
Root
.
But
when
with
ME
IMPERIAL
BOUNTY
joins
,
Wide
o'er
the
Public
blows
eternal
Spring
;
While
mingled
Autumn
every
Harvest
pours
Of
every
Land
;
whate'er
Invention
,
Art
,
Creating
Toil
and
Nature
can
produce
.
Here
ceas'd
the
GODDESS
;
and
HER
ardent
Wings
,
Dipt
in
the
Colours
of
the
heavenly
Bow
,
Stood
waving
Radiance
round
,
for
sudden
Flight
Prepar'd
,
when
thus
,
impatient
,
burst
my
Prayer
.
"
Oh
forming
Light
of
Life
!
Oh
better
Sun
!
"
Sun
of
Mankind
!
by
whom
the
cloudy
North
,
"
Sublim'd
,
not
envies
Languedocian
Skies
,
"
That
,
unstain'd
Ether
all
,
diffusive
smile
:
"
When
shall
we
call
these
ancient
Laurels
Ours
?
"
And
when
THY
WORK
complete
?
"
Strait
with
HER
Hand
,
Celestial
red
,
SHE
touch'd
my
darken'd
Eyes
.
As
at
the
Touch
of
Day
the
Shades
dissolve
,
So
quick
,
methought
,
the
misty
Circle
clear'd
,
That
dims
the
Dawn
of
Being
here
below
:
The
Future
shone
disclos'd
,
and
,
in
long
View
,
Bright
rising
Aeras
instant
rush'd
to
Light
.
"
THEY
come
!
GREAT
GODDESS
!
I
the
TIMES
behold
!
"
The
TIMES
our
Fathers
,
in
the
bloody
Field
,
"
Have
earn'd
so
dear
,
and
,
not
with
less
Renown
,
"
In
the
warm
Struggles
of
the
Senate-Fight
.
"
The
TIMES
I
see
!
whose
Glory
to
supply
,
"
For
toiling
Ages
,
Commerce
round
the
World
"
Has
wing'd
unnumber'd
Sails
,
and
from
each
Land
"
Materials
heap'd
,
that
,
well-employ'd
,
with
ROME
"
Might
vie
our
Grandeur
,
and
with
GREECE
our
Art
.
"
Lo
!
PRINCES
I
behold
!
contriving
still
,
"
And
still
conducting
firm
some
brave
Design
;
"
KINGS
!
that
the
narrow
joyless
Circle
scorn
,
"
Burst
the
Blockade
of
false
designing
Men
,
"
Of
treacherous
Smiles
,
of
Adulation
fell
,
"
And
of
the
blinding
Clouds
around
them
thrown
:
"
Their
Court
rejoicing
Millions
;
Worth
,
alone
,
"
And
Virtue
dear
to
them
;
their
best
Delight
,
"
In
just
Proportion
,
to
give
general
Joy
;
"
Their
jealous
Care
THY
KINGDOM
to
maintain
;
"
The
public
Glory
Theirs
;
unsparing
Love
"
Their
endless
Treasure
;
and
their
Deeds
their
Praise
.
"
With
THEE
They
work
.
Nought
can
resist
YOUR
Force
:
"
Life
feels
it
quickening
in
her
dark
Retreats
:
"
Strong
spread
the
Blooms
of
Genius
,
Science
,
Art
;
"
His
bashful
Bounds
disclosing
Merit
breaks
;
"
And
,
big
with
Fruits
of
Glory
,
Virtue
blows
"
Expansive
o'er
the
Land
.
Another
Race
"
Of
GENEROUS
YOUTH
,
of
PATRIOT-SIRES
,
I
see
!
"
Not
those
vain
Insects
fluttering
in
the
Blaze
"
Of
Court
and
Ball
and
Play
;
those
venal
Souls
,
"
Corruption's
veteran
unrelenting
Bands
,
"
That
,
to
their
Vices
Slaves
,
can
ne'er
be
free
.
"
I
see
the
FOUNTAIN's
purg'd
!
whence
Life
derives
"
A
clear
or
turbid
Flow
;
see
the
young
Mind
.
"
Not
fed
impure
by
Chance
,
by
Flattery
fool'd
,
"
Or
by
scholastic
Jargon
bloated
proud
,
"
But
fill'd
and
nourish'd
by
the
Light
of
Truth
.
"
Then
beam'd
thro'
Fancy
the
refining
Ray
,
"
And
pouring
on
the
Heart
,
the
Passions
feel
"
At
once
informing
Light
and
moving
Flame
;
'
"
Till
moral
,
public
,
graceful
Action
crowns
"
The
Whole
.
Behold
!
the
fair
Contention
glows
,
"
In
all
that
Mind
or
Body
can
adorn
,
"
And
form
to
Life
.
Instead
of
barren
Heads
,
"
Barbarian
Pedants
,
wrangling
Sons
of
Pride
,
"
And
Truth-perplexing
metaphysic
Wits
,
"
Men
,
Patriots
,
Chiefs
and
Citizens
are
form'd
.
"
Lo
!
JUSTICE
,
like
the
liberal
Light
of
Heaven
,
"
Unpurchas'd
shines
on
All
,
and
from
her
Beam
,
"
Appalling
Guilt
,
retire
the
savage
Crew
,
"
That
prowl
amid
the
Darkness
they
themselves
"
Have
thrown
around
the
Laws
.
Oppression
grieves
,
"
See
!
how
her
Legal
Furies
bite
the
Lip
,
"
While
YORKS
and
TALBOTS
their
deep
Snares
detect
,
"
And
seize
swift
Justice
thro'
the
Clouds
they
raise
.
"
See
!
social
LABOUR
lifts
his
guarded
Head
,
"
And
Men
not
yield
to
Government
in
vain
.
"
From
the
sure
Land
is
rooted
ruffian
Force
,
"
And
,
the
lewd
Nurse
of
Villains
,
idle
Waste
;
"
Lo
!
raz'd
their
Haunts
,
down
dash'd
their
maddening
Bowl
,
"
A
Nation's
Poison
!
Beauteous
Order
reigns
!
"
Manly
Submission
,
unimposing
Toil
,
"
Trade
without
Guile
,
Civility
that
marks
"
From
the
foul
Herd
of
brutal
Slaves
THY
Sons
,
"
And
fearless
Peace
.
Or
should
affronting
War
"
To
slow
but
dreadful
Vengeance
rouse
the
Just
,
"
Unfailing
Fields
of
Freemen
I
behold
!
"
That
know
,
with
their
own
proper
Arm
,
to
guard
"
Their
own
blest
Isle
against
a
leaguing
World
.
"
Despairing
Gaul
her
boiling
Youth
restrains
,
"
Dissolv'd
her
Dream
of
Universal
Sway
:
"
The
Winds
and
Seas
are
BRITAIN's
wide
Domain
;
"
And
not
a
Sail
,
but
by
Permission
,
spreads
.
"
Lo
!
swarming
southward
on
rejoicing
Suns
,
"
Gay
COLONIES
extend
;
the
calm
Retreat
"
Of
undeserv'd
Distress
,
the
better
Home
"
Of
Those
whom
Bigots
chase
from
foreign
Lands
.
"
Not
built
on
Rapine
,
Servitude
and
Woe
,
"
And
,
in
their
turn
,
some
petty
Tyrant's
Prey
;
"
But
,
bound
by
social
Freedom
,
firm
they
rise
;
"
Such
as
,
of
late
,
an
OGLETHORPE
has
form'd
,
"
And
,
crowding
round
,
the
charm'd
Savannah
fees
.
"
Horrid
with
Want
and
Misery
,
no
more
"
Our
Streets
the
tender
Passenger
afflict
.
"
Nor
shivering
Age
,
nor
Sickness
without
Friend
,
"
Or
Home
,
or
Bed
to
bear
his
burning
Load
,
"
Nor
agonizing
Infant
,
that
ne'er
earn'd
"
It's
guiltless
Pangs
,
I
see
!
The
Stores
,
profuse
,
"
Which
British
Bounty
has
to
These
assign'd
,
"
No
more
the
sacrilegious
Riot
swell
"
Of
Cannibal
Devourers
!
Right
apply'd
,
"
No
starving
Wretch
the
Land
of
Freedom
stains
:
"
If
poor
,
Employment
finds
;
if
old
demands
,
"
If
sick
,
if
maim'd
,
his
miserable
Due
;
"
And
will
,
if
young
,
repay
the
fondest
Care
.
"
Sweet
sets
the
Sun
of
stormy
Life
,
and
sweet
"
The
Morning
shines
,
in
Mercy's
Dews
array'd
.
"
Lo
!
how
they
rise
!
THESE
FAMILIES
OF
HEAVEN
!
"
An
Hospital
for
Foundlings
.
That
!
chief
,
(
but
why
—
ye
Bigots
!
—
why
so
late
?
)
"
Where
blooms
and
warbles
glad
a
rising
Age
:
"
What
Smiles
of
Praise
!
And
,
while
their
Song
ascends
,
"
The
listening
Seraph
lays
his
Lute
aside
.
"
Hark
!
the
gay
MUSES
raise
a
nobler
Strain
,
"
With
active
Nature
,
warm
impassion'd
Truth
,
"
Engaging
Fable
,
lucid
Order
,
Notes
"
Of
various
String
,
and
heart-felt
Image
fill'd
.
"
Behold
!
I
see
the
dread
delightful
School
"
Of
temper'd
Passions
,
and
of
polish'd
Life
,
"
Restor'd
:
behold
!
the
well-dissembled
Scene
"
Calls
from
embellish'd
Eyes
the
lovely
Tear
,
"
Or
lights
up
Mirth
in
modest
Cheeks
again
.
"
Lo
!
vanish'd
Monster-land
.
Lo
!
driven
away
"
Those
that
Apollo's
sacred
Walks
profane
:
"
Their
wild
Creation
scatter'd
,
where
a
World
"
Unknown
to
Nature
,
Chaos
more
confus'd
,
"
O'er
the
brute
Scene
it's
A
Creature
which
,
of
all
Brutes
,
most
resembles
Man.
—
See
Dr.
Tyson's
Treatise
on
this
Animal
.
Ouran-Outangs
pours
;
"
Detested
Forms
!
that
,
on
the
Mind
imprest
,
"
Corrupt
,
confound
and
barbarize
an
Age
.
"
Behold
!
all
thine
again
the
SISTER-ARTS
,
"
Thy
Graces
They
,
knit
in
harmonious
Dance
.
"
Nurs'd
by
the
Treasure
,
from
a
Nation
drain'd
"
Their
Works
to
purchase
,
They
to
Nobler
rouze
"
Their
untam'd
Genius
,
their
unfetter'd
Thought
;
"
Of
pompous
Tyrants
,
and
of
dreaming
Monks
,
"
The
gaudy
Tools
,
and
Prisoners
,
no
more
.
"
Lo
!
Numerous
DOMES
a
BURLINGTON
confess
:
"
For
Kings
and
Senates
fit
,
the
Palace
see
!
"
The
Temple
breathing
a
religious
Awe
;
"
Even
fram'd
with
Elegance
the
plain
Retreat
,
"
The
private
Dwelling
.
Certain
in
his
Aim
,
"
Taste
,
never
idly
working
,
saves
Expence
.
"
See
!
SYLVAN
SCENES
,
where
Art
,
alone
,
pretends
"
To
dress
her
Mistress
,
and
disclose
her
Charms
:
"
Such
as
a
POPE
in
Miniature
has
shown
;
"
A
BATHURST
o'er
the
widening
Okely-Woods
,
near
Cirencester
.
Forest
spreads
;
"
And
such
as
form
a
RICHMOND
,
CHISWICK
,
STOWE
.
"
August
,
around
,
what
PUBLIC
WORKS
I
see
!
"
Lo
!
stately
Streets
,
lo
!
Squares
that
court
the
Breeze
.
"
In
spite
of
Those
to
whom
pertains
the
Care
,
"
Ingulphing
more
than
founded
Roman
Ways
,
"
Lo
!
ray'd
from
Cities
o'er
the
brighten'd
Land
,
"
Connecting
Sea
to
Sea
,
the
Solid
Road
.
"
Lo
!
the
Proud
Arch
(
no
vile
Exactor's
Stand
)
"
With
easy
Sweep
bestrides
the
chafing
Flood
.
"
See
!
long
Canals
,
and
deepen'd
Rivers
join
"
Each
Part
with
each
,
and
with
the
circling
Main
"
The
whole
enliven'd
Isle
.
Lo
!
Ports
expand
,
"
Free
as
the
Winds
and
Waves
,
their
sheltering
Arms
.
"
Lo
!
streaming
Comfort
o'er
the
troubled
Deep
,
"
On
every
pointed
Coast
the
Light-house
tow'rs
;
"
And
,
by
the
broad
imperious
Mole
repell'd
,
"
Hark
!
how
the
baffled
Storm
indignant
roars
.
"
As
thick
to
View
THESE
VARIED
WONDERS
rose
,
Shook
all
my
Soul
with
Transport
,
unassur'd
,
The
VISION
broke
;
And
,
on
my
waking
Eye
,
Rush'd
the
still
RUINS
of
dejected
ROME
.