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REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend,
But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impelld with steps unceasing to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view;
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies,
E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend,
appear; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
When thus creation's charms around combine, Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine ? Say, should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom vain? Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These little things are great to little man; And wiser he, whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind. Ye glittering towns, with wealth and splendour
crown'd, Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round, Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale, Ye bending swains, that dress the flowery vale, For me your tributary stores combine; Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine.
As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still; Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, Pleased with each good that heaven to man sup
plies: Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small;
And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find
But where to find that happiest spot below,
Nature, a mother kind alike to all, Still grants her bliss at labour's earnest call ; With food as well the peasant is supplied On Idra's cliff as Arno's shelvy side; And though the rocky crested summits frown, These rocks, by custom, turn to beds of down. From art more various are the blessings sent; Wealth, commerce, honour, liberty, content: Yet these each other's power so strong contest, That either seems destructive of the rest. [fails : Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment And honour sinks where commerce long prevails:
Hence every state, to one loved blessing prone,
Far to the right, where Apennine ascends, Bright as the summer, Italy extends : Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side, Woods over woods in gay theatric pride; While oft some temple's mouldering tops between With memorable grandeur mark the scene.
Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, The sons of Italy were surely bless'd. Whatever fruits in different climes are found, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil; While seaborn gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Contrasted faults through all his manners reign;
Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supplied
pomp array’d, The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade: Processions form’d for piety and love, A mistress or a saint in every grove. By sports like these are all their cares beguiled, The sports of children satisfy the child: Each nobler aim, repress'd by long control, Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul: While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: Asin those domes, where Cæsars once bore sway, Defaced by time, and tottering in decay,
be seen, in bloodless