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These here disporting own the kindred soil,
But smali the bliss that sense alone beftows, And sensual bliss is all this nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Contrasted faults through all his manners reign, Though poor, luxurious, though submiffive, vain, Though grave, yet trifling, zealous, yet untrue, And ev’n in penance planning fins anew, All evils here contaminate the mind, That opulence departed leaves behind; For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, When commerce proudly flourish'd through the fate; At her command the palace learn’d to rile, Again the long-fall'n column sought the skies ; The canvass glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. Till, more unsteady than the southern gale, Commerce on other shores display ü her fail : While nought remaind of all that riches gave, But towns unman'd, and lords without a slave : And late the nation found with fruitless skill Its former strength was but plethoric ill.
Yet ftill the loss of wealth is here supplied
Each nobler aim represt by long controul;
My soul turn from them, turn we to survey, Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansionë tread, And force a churlish foil for fcanty bread: No product here the barren hills afford, But man and teel, the soldier and his sword.' No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter ling'ring chills the lap of May; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breaft, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms inveft.
Yet ftill, evin here, content can spread a chart, Redress the clime, and all its rage difarm. Though poor the peasants hut, his fealts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble Thed; No costly lord the fumptuous banquet deal To make him loath his vegetable meal ; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, tits him to the soil. Chearful at morn he wakes from Short repose, Breathe the keen air, and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep, Or drives his vent'rous plough-share to the feep; Or seeks the den where snow-tracts mark the way, And drags the struggling savage into day.
At night returning, ev'ry labour sped,
Thus ev'ry good bis native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart, And ev’n those hills, that round his manfion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund fupplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molett, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Such are the charms to barren states assign'd ; Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd. Yet let them only share the praises due, If few their wants, their pleasures are but few ; For ev'ry want that stimulates the breast, Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest. Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies, That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those pow'rs that raise the soul to flaine, Catch ev'ry nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a mould ring fire Unquench'd by want, unfann'd by strong desire; Unfit for raptures, or, if raptures cheer On some high festival of once a year, In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, Till buried in debauch, the bliss expire.
But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow : Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low, For, as refinement stops, from fire to fon, Unalter'd, unimprov'd their manners run, And lore's and friendship's finely pointed dart Falls blunted from each indurated heart, Some fterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast May fit, like falcons cow'ring on the neft ; But all the gentler morals, such as play Through life's more cultur'd walks, and charm the way, These far dispers'd on timorous pinions fly, To sport and Autter in a kinder sky.
To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign,
So blest a life these thoughtless realms display,
From courts, to camps, to cottages it Itrays,
But while this softer art their bliss supplies,
To men of other minds my fancy flies,
Thus while around the wave-subjected soil