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Born in a climate softer far than ours, Not form'd like us, with such Herculean powr's, 235 'The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of mis’ry far away. He drinks his simple bev'rage with a gust; 240 And, feasting on an onion and a criist, We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roi ! Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee, As if he heard his king say~Slave, be free !"
245 T!ius happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exteriour things than most suppose. Vigilant over all that he has made, Kind Providence attends with gracious aid ; Bids equity throughout his works prevail, And weighs the nations in an even scale ; He can encourage slav'ry to a smile, And fill with discontent a British isle.
. Freeman and slave, then, if the case be such, Siind on a level; and you prove too inuch:
If all men indiscriminately share
B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, 260
265 She ventures onward with a prosp'rous force, While no base fear impedes her in her course. Religion, richest favour of the skies, Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes ; No shades of superstition blot the day,
270 Liberty chases all that gloom away ; The soul emancipated, unoppress'd, Free to prove all things, and hold fast the best, Learns much ; and to a thousand list'ning minds Communicates with joy the good she finds ;
275 Courage in arms, and ever prompt to show His manly forehead to the fiercest foe ; Glorious in war, but for the sake of peace, His spirits rising as his toils inciease, Guards well what arts and industry have won, 280 And Freedom claiins him for her first-born son. Slaves fight for what were better cast awayThe chain that binds them, and a tyrant's sway : But they that fight for freedom, undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake
283 Religion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call A blessing—freedom is the pledge of all. O Liberty! the pris'ners pleasing dream, The poet's muse, his passion, and his theme; Genius is thina, and thou art Fancy's nurse ; 290 Lost without thee th' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires.
Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air,
295 And I will sing at Libert;'s dear feet, In Afric's torrid clime, or India's uercest heat.
A Sing where you please; in such a cause i grant An English poet's privilege to rant; But is not Freedom-at least, is not ours,
300 Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs, Grow freakish, and, o'erleaping every mound, Spread anarchy and terrour all around ?
B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your horse For bounding and curvetting in his course ?
305 Or if, when ridden with a careless rein, He break away, and seek the distant plain? No. His high mettle, under good control, Gives him Olympick speed, and shoots him to the goal.
Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts; 316 Let magistrates alert perform their parts, Not skulk or put on a prudential mask, As if their duty were a desperate task; Lot active Laws apply the needful curb, To guard the Peace, that Riot would disturb; 315 And Liberty, preserv'd from wild excess, Shall raise no feuds for armies to suppress. When Tumult lately burst his prison door, And sct plebeian thousands in a roar; When he uzurp'd Authority's just place,
320 And dar'd to look his master in the face : When the rude rabble's watchword was--destroy, And blazing London seem'd a second Troy ; Literty blush'd, and hung her drooping kead, Peheld their progress with the deepest dread; 325 Blush'd that effects like these she should produce, Worse than the deeds of galley-slaves broke loose She loses in such storms her very name, And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame. Incomparable gern ! thy worth untold ;
330 Cheap, tho' blood-bought, and thrown away when sold;
May no foes ravish thee, and no false friend
340 Though the chief actor died upon the stage. In him Demosthenes was heard again; Liberty taught him her Athenian strain : She cloth'd him with authority and awe, Spoke from his lips, and in his looks
law. 345 His speech, his form, his action, full of grace, And all his country beaming in his face, He stood, as some inimitable hand Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand. No sycophant or slave, that dar'd oppose
350 Her sacred cause, but trembled when he roso; And ev'ry venal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crush'd at the first word he spoke.
Such men are rais'd to station and command, When Providence means mercy to a land.
355 He speaks, and they appear: to him they owe Skill to direct, and strength to strike the blow; To manage with address, to seize with pow'r The crisis of a dark decisive hour. So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own;
360 Subserviency his praise, and that alone.
Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. Thec nations hunt; all mark thee for a prey; They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay 365 Undaunted still, though wearied and perplex'd, Once Chatham sav'd thee; but who saves thee next? Alas! the tide of pleasure sweeps along All, that should be the boast of British song.
'Tis not the wreath, that once adorn'd thy brow, 370
A. Th' inestimable Estimate of Brown Rose like a paper kite, and charm’d the town; 385 But measures, plann'd and executed well, Shifted the wind that raised it, and it fell. Ho trod the very self-same ground you tread, And Victory refuted all he said.
B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss; 390 Its errour, if it err’d, was merely this He thought the dying hour already comc, And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb.
But that effeminacy, folly, lust, Enervate and enfeeble, and needs must;
395 And that a nation shamefully debas'd Will be despis'd and trampled on at last, Unless sweet Penitence her pow'rs renow; Is truth, if history itself be true. There is a time and Justice marks the date, 400 For long-forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd th' incurable revolt Is punish'd, and down comes the thunderbolt. If mercy then put by the threat'ning blow, Must she perform the same kind office now? 406 May she ? and if offended Heav'n be still Accessible, and pray’r prevail, she will