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Industrious habits in each bosom reign,
And industry begets a love of gain.
Hence all the good from opulence that springs,
With all those ills superfluous treasure brings,
Are here display'd. Their much-lov'd wealth imparts
Convenience, plenty, elegance and arts;
But view them closer, craft and fraud appear,
Ev'n liberty itself is barter'd here.
At gold's fuperior charms all freedom Aies,
The needy fell it, and the rich man buys :
A land of Tyrant's and a den of laves,
Here wretches seek dishonourable graves,
And calmly bent, to fervitude conform,
Dull as their lakes that lumber in the storm.
Heav'ns ! how unlike their Belgic fires of old ;
Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold;
War in each breast, and freedom on each brow ;
How much unlike the sons of Britain now!
Fir'd at the found my genius spreads her wing,
And fies where Britain courts the western spring;
Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian.pride,
And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide,
There al around the gentlest breezes stray,
There gentleft music melts on ev'ry spray;
Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd,
Extremes are only in the master's mind !
Stern o'er each bofom reason holds her state
With daring aims irregularly great,
Pride in their port defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of human kind pass by,
Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band,
By forms unfashion'd fresh from Nature's hand;
Fierce in their native hardineis of soul,
True to imagin'd right, above controul,
While ev'n the peasant boasts these rights to scan,
And learns to venerate himself as man.
Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pi&ur'd here, Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear; Too blest indeed, were such without alloy, But foster'd ev'n by Freedom ills annoy, That independance Britons prize too high, Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie; The self-dependant lordlings stand alone, All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown; Here by the bonds of nature feebly held, Minds combat minds, repelling and repell’d. Ferments arise, imprison's factions roar, Represt ambition struggles round her shore, Till over-wrought, the general fyftem feels Its motions ftop, or phrenzy fires the wheels.
Nor this the worst. As nature's ties decay,
As duty, love, and honour fail to sway,
Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law,
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe.
Hence all obedience bows to these alone,
And talents fink, and merit weeps unknown;
Till time may come when stript of all her charms,
The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms,
Where noble ftems transmit the patriot Aame,
Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrought for fame,
One fink of level avarice shall lie;
And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonour'd die.
Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I ftate,
I mean to flatter kings, or court the great ;
Ye powr's of truth that bid my soul afpire,
Far from my bosom drive the low desire ;
And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel;
The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry ftcel;
Thou tranfitory flow'r alike undone
By proud contempt, or favour's foft'ring sun,
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure,
I only would repress them to secure :
For just experience tells, in ev'ry soil,
That those who think must govern thofe that toil:
And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach, Is but to lay proportion'd loads on each. Hence, should one order disproportion'd grow, Its double weight muft ruin all below.
O then how blind to all that truth requires, Who think it Freedom when a part aspireş ! Calm is my soul, nos apt to rise in arms, Except when falt approaching danger warms ; But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, Contracting regal pow'r to stretch their own, When I behold a factious band agree To call it freedom when themselves are free ; Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law; The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam, Pillag'd from slaves to purchase Naves at home; Fear, pity, justice, indignation start, Tear off reserve, and bear my swelling heart; Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, I Ay from petty tyrants to the throne.
Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal pow'r ; And thus polluting honour in its source, Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force. Have we not seen round Britain's peopled shore, Her useful fons exchang'd for useless ore? Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste, Like flaming tapers bright'ning as they waste; Seen Oppulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead stern Depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlet's rose, In barren solitary pomp repose ? Have we not seen at pleafure's lordly call, The smiling long-frequented village fall? Beheld the duteous son, the fire decay'd, The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main ;
Where wild Olwego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara ftung with thund'ring sound?
Ev'n now, perhaps, as there fome pilgrim ftrays Through tangled forests, and through dang 'rous ways; Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murd’rous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The penfive exile, bending with his wo, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Cafts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine.
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind :
Why have I ftray'd from pleasure and repose,
To seek a good each government bestows ?
In ev'ry government, though terrors reign,
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Still to ourselves in ev'ry place confign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find :
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel,
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel,
To men remote from pow'r but rarely known,
Leaye reason, faith, and conscience, all our own.