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XLV. « Then waken from long lethargy to life * · The feeds of happiness, and powers of thought : · Then jarring appetites forgne their strife, • A strife by ignorance to madness wrought. • Pleasure by favage man is dearly bought • With fell revenge, luft that defies controul, • With gluttony and death. The mind untaught
• Is a dark waste, where fiends and tempests howl ; · As Phæbus to the world, is Science to the Soul.
XLVI. " Anu Reason now through Number, Time, and Space, • Darts the keen lufter of her serious eye, • And learns from facts compared the laws to trace, • Whofe long progresfion leads to Deity. • Can mortal ftrength presume to soar fo high!
Can mortal fight, so oft bedim'd with tears, • Such glory bear!--for lo, the shadows fly
« From Nature's face; Confusion disappears, . And order charms the eyes, and harmony the ears.
XLVII. • In the deep windings of the grove, no more • The hag unseen, and grisly phantom dwell ;
Nor in the fall of mountain-stream, or roar • Of winds, is heard the angry spirits yell ;
No wizard mutters the treinendous spell « Nor finks convulsive in prophetic swoon ; « Nor bids the noise of drums and trumpets swell,
To ease of fancied pangs the labouring moon, • Or chase the shades that blots the blazing orb of noon.
* The influence of the Philofophic Spirit,-in humanizing the mind, and preparing it for intellectual exertion and delicate pleasure ;-in exploring, by the help of geometry, the system, of the universe;--in banifhing fuperftition ;- in promoting navigation, agriculture, medicine, and moral and political science : from Stanza xLv, to Stanza lv.
Stun'd with th' cternal turbulence of waves, 'Lo, with dim eyes, that never learn’d to smile, . And trembling hands, the familh'd native craves
Of Heaven his wretched fare : shivering in caves,
Or scorch'd on rocks, he pines from day to day; • But Science gives the word ; and lo, he braves
• The surge and tempeít, lighted by her ray, • And to a happier land wafts merrily away.
XLIX. • And even where Nature loads the teeming plain " With the full pomp of vegetable store, • Her bounty, unimproved, is deadly bane : • Dark woors and rankling wilds, from shore to shore, • Stretch their enormous gloom; which to explore • Even Fancy trembles, in her sprightliest mood; • For there, cach eyeball gleams with lust of gore,
Nestles each murderous and each monstrous brood, • Plague lurks in every shade, and steams from every food.
• 'Twas from Philofophy man learn’d to tame • The foil by plenty to intemperance fed. • Lo, from the echoing ax, and thundering flame, • Poison and plague and yielding rage are fled.
The waters, bursting from their Nimy bed,
Bring health and melody to every vale : • And, from the breezy main, and mountain's head,
· Ceres and Flora, to the funny dale, * To fan their glowing charms, invite the fluttering gale.
hand • Our art, our strength, our fortitudé require ? « Of foes intestine what a numerous band
Against this little throb of life conspire ! · Yet Science can elude their fatal ire • A while, and turn alide Death's level'd dart, • Sooth the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire,
• And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the heart, • And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart.
LII. · Nor less to regulate man's moral frame
Seience exerts her all-compoling sway. • Flutters thy breatt with fear, or pants for fame, • Or pines to indolence and Spleen a prey, • Or dvarice, a fiend more fierce than they? • Flee to the shade of Academus' grove; • Where cares molett not, discord melts away
• In harmony, and the pure paffions prove (Lore. · How sweet the words of iruth breathed from the lips of
LINI, • What cannot Art and Industry perform, • When Science plans the progress of their toil ! • They smile at penury, difeaie, and ttorm ; . And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil. · When tyrants scourge, or demagogues embroil • A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage
Order transforms to anarchy and spoil,
Deep-versed in man the philofophic Sage • Prepares with lenient hand their phrenzy to afswage.
LIV. ! 'Tis he alone, whofe comprehensive mind, • From situation, temper, soil, and clime
Explored, a nation's various power can hind " And various orders, in one Form sublime • Of polity, that, midst the wrecks of time, • Secure shall lift its head on high, nor fear • Th' affault of foreign or domestic crime,
• While public faith, and public love fincere,
Sublime from cause to cause exults to rise,
And Emulation's noble rage alarm,
While boundless hopes and boundless views inflame, Enamour'd confecrates tu never-dying fame.
LVIII. Of late, with cumbersome, though pompous show, Edwin would oft his flowry rhiine deface, Through ardour to adorn ; but Nature now To his experienced eye a modell grace Presents, where Ornament the second place Holds to intrintic worth and juit deliga Subfervient still. Simplicity apace
Tempers his rage: he owns her charm divine, And clears th'ambiguous phrase, and lops th' unwieldy line.
Fain would I fing, what transport storm'd his foul, How the red current throbb’d his veins along, When, like Pelides, bold beyond controul,
Gracefully terrible, iublimely trong, Homer raised high to heaven the loud, th'impetuous fong.
LX. And how his lyre, though rude her first efsays, Now skill'd to sooth, to triumph, to complain, Warbling at will through each harmonious maze, Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would fing :-but ah! I strive in vain.Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound. With trembling ftep, to join yon weeping train,
1 hafte, where gleams funeral glare around (found. And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death re
LXI. Adieu, ye lays, that fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind ! He sleeps in duft, and all tlie Muses mourn, He, whom each Virtue fired, each grace refined, Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind ! *He fleeps in dult. Ah, how fhall I pursue My theme' - To heart-consuming grief resign'd Here on this recent grave I fix my view, And poor my bitter tears.—Ye flowery lays, adieu !
LXII. Art thou, my G*******, for ever fed! Alid ain I lett i unavailing woe ! When fortune's storms affail this weary head, Where cares long fince have shed untimely snow, Ah, now' for comfort whither shall I No more thy foothing voice my anguish chears : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow, My liopes to cherish, and allay my fears.- (tears. T'is meet that I should mourn :-low forth afresh my
* This excellent person died suddenly, on the icth of February, 1773. The conclusion of the poem was written a few days after.