Of those whom bigots chase from foreign lands, Each part with each, and with the circling main Not built on rapine, servitude, and woe,

The whole enliven'd isle. Lo! ports expand, 711 And in their tur some petty tyrants prey ;

Free as the winds and wares, their sheltering arus. But, bound by social freedom, firm they rise; Lo! streaming coinfort o'er the troubled deep, Such as, of late, an Oglethorpe has form'), On every pointed coast the light-house towers; And, crowding round, the charm'd Savannah sees. And, by the broad imperious mole repellid,

“ Horrid with want and misery, no more Hark! how the bathed storm indiguant roars." Our streets the tender passenger afflict.

As thick to view these varied wonders rose, Nor shivering age, nor sickness aithout friend, Shook all my soul with transport, unassurd, Or home, or beni to bear bis burning load, 650 | The vision broke; and, on my waking eye, Nor agonizing infant, that ne'er earn'd

Pua'id the still ruins of dejected Rome. 720 !ts gultless pangs, I see! The stores, profuse, Which British bounty has to these assign'd, No more the sacrilegious riot swell Of cannibal de-vourers! Right anply'd,

NOTES ON PART V. No starving wretch the land of freedom stains :

Ver. 69. Tin. If poor, employınent tiniis; if old, demands,

Ver. 255. Lord Molesworth, in his account of If, sick, if maim'd, bis iniserable due ;

Denniark, says, “It is observed, that in limited And will, if young, repay the fondest care.

660 Sweet sets the sun of stormy life, and sweet,

mnonarchies and commonwealtlıs, a neighbourbood

to the seat of the government is advantageous to The morning shines, in mercy's dews array d. Lo! how they rise ! these fainilies of Heaven!

the subjects; while the distant provinces are less

thriving, and more liable to oppression." That! chiet, (but why--ye bigots !-why so late?)

Ver. 409. The famous retreat of the Ten ThouWhere blooms and warbles glad a rising age: What smil.s of praise ! and, while their song ascends, sand was chiefly conducted by Xenophor.

Ver. 414. Epaminondas, after having beat the The listening seraph lays his lute aside.

Lacedemonians and their allies, in the battle of “ Hark! the gay Muses raise a nobler strain,

Leuctra, made an incursion at the head of a powerWith active nature, warm impassion'd truth,

ful army, into Laconia. It was now six hundred Engaging table, lucid order, notes Of various string, and heart-felt image fillid.

670 years since the Dorians had possessed this country,

and in all that time the face of an enemy had not Bebold! I see the dread delightful school Of teinperd passions, and of polish'd life,

been seen within their territories. Plutarch in

Agesilaus. Restor'd: behold! the well-dissembled scene

Ver. 458. Louis XIV. Calls from embellish'd eyes the lovely tear,

Ver. 473. The canal of Langnedoc. Or lights up mirth in modest cheeks again.

Ver. 475 & 477. The hospitals for foundlings to! vanish'd monster-land. Lo ! driven away

and invalids. Those that Apollo's sacred walls profane :

Ver. 496. The academies of Science, of the Their wild creation scatter'd, where a world

Belles lettres, and of Painting.
Unknown to Nature, chaos more confusid,
O'er the brute scene its ouran-outangs pours ; 680

Ver. 503. Engraving.
Detested forms! that, on the mind imprest,

Ver. 518. The tapestry of the Gobelins.

Ver. 663. An hospital for fouedlings. Corrupt, confound, and barbarize an age. “ Behold! all thine again the sister-arts,

Ver. 680. A creature which, of all brutes, most

resembles man.--See Dr. Tyson's treatise on this Thy graces they, knit in harmonious dance.

animal. Nurs'd by the treasure from a nation drain'd Their works to purchase, they to nobler rouse

Ver. 699. Okely woods, near Cirencester.
Their untam'd genius, their unfetter'd thought;
Of pompous tyrants, and of dreaming monks,
The gaudy tools, and prisoners, no more.
“ Lo! numerous domes a Burlington confess :

A POEN,
For kings and senates fit, the palace see ! 691
The temple breathing a religious awe ;

SACRED TO THE MEMORY OP
Ev'n fram'd with elegance the plain retreat,

SIR ISAAC NEWTOX.
The private dwelling. Certain in his aim,
Taste, neves idly working, saves expence.

“ See! Sylvan scenes, where Art, alone, pretends To dress her mistress, and disclose her charms:

Shall the great soul of Newton quit this Earth, Such as a Pope in miniature has sown ;

To mingle with his stars; and every Muse, A Bathurst o'er the widening forest spreads; Astonish'd into silence, sbrun the weight And such as form a Richmond, Chiswick, Stowe. Of honours due to his illustrioris name?

“ August, around, what public works I see ! But what can man? Er'n nor the sons of light, Lo! stately streets, lo! squares that court the In strains high-warbled to seraphic lyre, breeze,

692 Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss In spite of those to whom pertains the care, Yet am I not deterr'd, though high the theme, Ingulfing more than founded Roman ways, And sung to harps of angels, for with you, Lo! ray'd from cities o'er the brighten'd land, Ethereal fames! ambitious, aspire, Connecting sea to sea, the solid road.

In Nature's general symphony to join. Lo! the proud arch (no vile exactor's stand) And what new wonders can you show your guest! With easy sweep bestrides the chafing flood. Who, while on this dim spot, where mortals toit See! long canals, and deepen'd rivers join Clouded in dust, from mution's simple laws, .

INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HON. SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.

Could trace the secret hand of Providence,

To their first great simplicity restor’d.
Wide-working through this universal frame. The schools astonish'd stood; but found it rain
Have ye not listen'd while he bound the suns,

To combat still with demonstration strong,
And planets, to their spheres ! th' unequal task And, una wakend dream beneath the blaze
Of huinan-kind till then. Oft had they rollid

Of truth. At once their pleasing visions tied,
O’er erring man the year, and oft disgrac'd With the gay shadows of the morning inix'd,
The pride of schools, before their course was known When Newton rose, our philosophic Sun.
Full in its causes and effects to him,

Th' aërjal flow of sound was known to him,
All-piercing sage! Who sat not down and dream'd From whence it first in wavy cireles breaks,
Romantic schemes, defended by the din

Till the touch'd organ takes the message in. Of specious words, and tyranny of names;

Nor could the darting beam of speed immense, But, bidding his amazing mind attend,

Escape his swift pursuit, and measuring eye. And with heroic patience years on years

Ev'n light itself, which every thing displays, Deep-searching, saw at last the system dawn, Shone undiscover'd, till his brighter mind And shine, of all his race, on him alone.

Untwisted all the shining robe of day; What were his raptures then! how pure! how And, from the whitening undistinguish'd blaze, strong!

Collecting every ray into his kind, And what the triumphs of old Greece and Rome,

To the charm'd eye educ'd the gorgeous train
By his diminish'd, but the pride of boys

Of parent-colours. First the flaming red
In some small fray victorious ! when instead Sprung vivid forth; the tawny orange next;
Of shatter'd parcels of this Earth usurp'd

And next delicious yellow; by whose side
By violence unmanly, and sore deeds

Fell the kind beains of all-refreshing green. Of cruelty and blood, Nature herself

Then the pure blue, that swells autumnal skies, Stood all subdued by him, and open laid

Ethereal play'd; and then, of sadder hue, Her every latent glory to his view.

Emerg'd the deepen’d indigo, as when All intellectual eye, our solar round

The heary-skirted erening drops with frost. First gazing through, he by the blended power While the last g!camings of refracted light Of gravitation and projection saw

Dy'd in the fainting violet away. The whole in silent harmony revolve.

These, when the clouds distil the rosy shower, From unassisted vision hid, the moons

Shine out distinct adown the watery bow;
To cheer remoter planets numerous formid, While o'er our heads the dewy vision bends
By him in all their mingled tracts were seen. Delightful, melting on the fields beneath.
He also tix'd our wandering queen of Night, Myriads of mingling dyes froni these result,
Whether she wancs into a scanty orb,

And myriads still remain ; intinite source
Or, waxing broad, with her pale shadowy light, Of beauty, ever-blushing, ever-new!
In a soft deluge overflows the sky.

Did ever poet image aught so fair,
Her every motion clear-discerning, he

Dreaming in whispering groves, by the hearse brook! Adjusted to the inutual main, and taught

Or prophet, to whose rapture Heaven descends! Why now the inighty mass of water sweils Ev'n now the setting Sun and shifting clouds, Resistless, heaving on the broken rocks,

Seen, Greenwich, from thy lovely heişhts, declara And the full river turning: till again

How just, how beauteous, the refractive loze. The tide revertive, unattracted, leaves

The noiseless tide of time, all beating down A yellow waste of idle sinds bebind.

To vast eternity's unbounded sea, Then breaking hence, he took his ardent fight Where the green islands of the happy sline, 'Through the blue infinite; and every star,

He stenım'd alone; and to the source (invulsi Which the clear concave of a winter's night Deep in primeval gloom) ascending, rais c! Pours on the eye, or astronomic tube,

His lights at cqual distances, to guide Far stretching, snatches from the dark abyss ; Historian, wilder'd on his darksome way. Or such as farther in successive skies

But who can number up his labours? who To fancy shine alone, at his approach

His high discoveries sing? when but a few Blaz'd into suns, the living centre each

Of the deep-studying race can stritch their minds Of an harmonious systein : all coinbin'u,

To what he knew : in fancy's lighter thought, And rul'd unerring by that single power,

How shail the Muse then grasp the niighty thume? Which draws the stone projected to the ground.

What wonder thence that his devotion sselld 0, unprofuse maguificence divine !

Responsive to his binowledge! For could he,
O, wisdom truly perfect! thus to call

Whose piercing mental eye diffusive saw
From a few causes such a scheme of things, The finish'd university of things,
Effects so various, beautiful, and great,

In all its order, magnitude, and parts,
An universe complete! And, O belov'd

Forbear incessant tu adore that lover Of Heaven! whuse well purg'd penetrative eye,

Who fills, sustains, and actuates the whole The mystic veil transpiercing, inly scann'd

Say, ye who best can tell, ve happy few, The rising, moving, wide-establish'd frame. Who saw him in the softest lights of liti,

Hie, first of men, with an ful wing pursued All unwithheld, indulging to bis friends
The comet through the long eliptic curve,

The vast unboi rowd trcası Tes of his inina,
As round innumerous worlds he wound his way; Oh, speak the wondrous man! kunt mild, how calm
Till to the forehead of our evening sky

How greatly bubble, how divinely good;
Return’d, the blazing wonder glares anew,

How tirin establish'l on eternal truth; Aud o'er the trembling nations shakes dismay,

Ferient in domg well, witli cvery nirve The Heavens are all his own; from the wild rule still pressing on, furgetful of the past, Of whirling cortices, and circling spares,

An i punting for perfuction : far abova

Those little cares, and visionary jovs,

Whose generous task begins where interest ends, That so perplex the fond impassion d heart

Permit her on a Talbot's tomb to lay Of ever-cheated, ever-trusting man.

This cordial verse sincere, by truth inspir'd, And you, ye bopeless gloomy-minded tribe, Which means not to bestow, but borrox fame. You who unconscious of those vobler tights Yes, she may sing his matebless virtues now That reach impatient at immortal life,

l'nhappy that she may.-But where begin? Against the prime endearing privilege

How from the diamond single out each ray,
Of being dare contend, say, can a suul

Where all, though trembling with ten thousand
Of such extensive, deep, treniendous powers, Effuse one dazzling undivided light? (hues,
Enlarging still, be but a finer breath

Let the low-minded of these narrow days
Of spirits dancing through their tubes awhile, No more presume to deem the lofty tale
And then for ever lost in vacant air?

Of ancient times, in pity to their own,
But, hark! metbinks I hear a warning voice, Romance. In Talbot we united sax
Solemn as when some awful change is come, The piercing eye, the quick enlighten'd soul,
Sound through the world—'Tis done- The measure's The graceful ease, the flowing tongue of Greece,
full;

Join'd to the virtues and the force of Rome.
And I resign my charge.—Ye mouldering stones,

Eternal Wisdom, that all-quickening sun, That build the towering pyramid, the proud Whence every life, in just proportion, draws Triumphal arch, the inonument effac'd

Directing light and actuating flame, By ruthless ruin, and whate'er supports

Ne'er with a larger portion of its beams
The worship name of hoar antiquity,

Awaken’d mortal clay. Hence steady, calm,
Down to the dust! what grandeur can ye boast Diffusive, deep, and clear, bis reason sax,
While Newton lifts his column to the skies, With instantaneous view, the truth of things;
Beyond the waste of time. Let no weak drop Chief what to human life and human bliss
Be shed for hiin. The virgin in her bloorn

Pertains, that noblest science, fit for man :
Cut off, the joyous youth, and darling child, And hence, responsive to his knowledge, glowd
These are the tonibs that claim the tender tear, His ardent virtue. Ignorance and vice,
And elegiac song. But Newton calls

In consort foul agrec; each heightening each;
For other notes of gratulation high,

While virtue draws from knowledge brighter fire. That now he wanders through those endless worlds What grand, what comely, or what tender sense, lle here so well descried, and wondering talks,

What talent, or what virtue, was not his; And hymns their author with luis glad compeers.

What that can render man or great, or good, O, Britain's boast! whether with angels thou

Give useful worth, or amiable grace? Sittest in diead discourse, or fellow-blest,

Nor could he brook in studious shade to lie, Who joy to see the honour of their kind;

In soft retirement, indolently pleas'd Or whether mounted on cherubic wing,

With selfish peace. The syren of the wise, Thy swift career is with the whirling orbs,

(Who steals th’ Aonian song, and, in the shape Comparing things with things, in rapture lost,

Of virtue, wooes them from a worthless world) And grateful adoration, for that light

Though deep be felt her charms, could never melt So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below,

His strenuous spirit, recollected, calm, From Light Himself; oh, look with pity down As silent night, yet active as the day. On human-kind, a frail erroneous race:

The more the bold, the bustling, and the bad, Exalt the spirit of a downward world!

Press to usurp the reins of power, the more O'er thy dejected country chief preside,

Behores il virtue, with indignant zeal,
And be her Genius call'd! her studies raise,

To check their combination. Shall low views
Correct her manners, and inspire her youth. [forth of sneaking interest or luxurious vice,
For, though deprav'd and sunk, she brought thee

The villain's passions, qnicken more to toil,
And glories in thy name; she points thee out

And dart a livelier rigour through the soul, To all her sons, and bids them eye thy star:

Than those that, mingle with our truest good, While, in expectance of the second life,

With present honour and immortal fame, When time shall be no more, thy sacred dust

Involve the good of all ? An empty form
Sleeps with her kings, and dignifies the scene.

Is the weak virtue, that amid the shade
Lamenting lies, with future schemes amusd,
While wickedness and folly, kindred powers,
Confound the world. A Talbot's, different far,
Sprung ardent into action : action, that disdain'd
To lose in deathlike sloth one pulse of life,

That might be sav'd ; disdain'd for coward ease,
A POEM,

And her insipid pleasures, to resign

The prize of glory, the heen sweets of toil,
TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

And those high joys that teach the truly great
LORD TALBOT,

To live for others, and for others die.

Early, behold! he breaks benign on life.
Not iyreathing more beneficence, the Spring
Leads in her swelling train the gentle airs,

While gay, behind her, smiles the kindling waste
W Hile, with the public, you, my lord, lament Of ruffian storms and Winter's lawless rage.
A friend and father Jost ; permit the Muse, In him Astrea, to this dim abode
The Muse assign'd of old a double theme,

Of ever-wandering men, return'd again :
To praise dead wortb, and humble living pride, To bless them his delight, to bring them back,

1

LORD CHANCELLOR OF GREAT BRITAIN.

ADDRESSED TO ITS SON.

From thorny errour, from nnjoyous wrong,

Of declamation, to perplex the right, Into the paths of kind prineval faith,

He darkening threw around: safe in itself, Of happiness and justice. All his parts,

In its own force, all-powerful reason spoke; His virtues all, collected, sought the good

While on the great, the ruling point, at once, Of human-kind. For that be, fervent, felt

He stream'd decisive day, and show'd it vain The throb of patriots, when they model states : To lengthen farther out the clear debate. Anxious for that, nor needful sleep could hold Conviction breathes conviction; to the heart, His still-awaken'd soul; nor friends had charms Pour'd ardent forth in eloquence unbid, To steal, with pleasing guile, one u:eful hour; The heart attends: for let the venal try Toil knew no languor, no attraction joy.

Their every hardening stupifying art, Thus with unwearied steps, by Virtue led,

Truth must prevail, z-al will enkindle zeal, He gain'd the summit of that sacred hill,

And Nature, skilful touch'd, is honest still. Where, rais'd above black envy's darkening clouds, Behold hiin in the councils of his prince. iler spotless temple lifts its radiant front.

What faithful light he leads ! How rare, in courts, Be nam’d, victorious ravagers, no more!

Sueh wis lom! such abilities! and, join'd Vanish, ye human comets! shrink your blaze ! To virtue so determin'd, public zeal, Ye'that your glory to your terrours owe,

And honour of such adamantine proof,'. As, o'er the gazing desolated Earth,

As ev'n corruption, hopeless, and o'er awd, You scatter'd famine, pestilence, and war; Durst not have tempted! Yet of manners mild, Vanish! before this vernal Sun of fame;

And winning every heart, he knew to please, Etfulgent sweetness ! beaming life and joy. Nobly to please ; while equally be scoru'd

How the heart listen'd while he, pleading, spoke! Or adulation to receive, or give.
While on th' enlighten'd mild, with winning art, Happy the state, where wakes a ruling eye
His gentle reason so persuasive stole,

Of such inspectiou keen, and general care!
: That the charm'd hearer thought it was his own. Beneath a guard so vigilant, so pure,
Ah! when, ye studious of the laws, again

Toil may resign his careless head to rest, Shall such enchanting lessons bless your ear? And ever-jealous freedom skep in peace. When shall again the darkest truths, perplext, Ah! lost untimely! lost in downward days ! Be set in ample day? when shall the harsh And many a patriot counsel with him lost ! And arduous open into siniling case?

Counsels, that might have buunbled Britain's foe, The solid mix with elegant delight?

Her native foe, from eldest time by Pate His was the talent with the purest light

Appointed, as did once a Talbot's arms.
At once to pour conviction on the soul,

Let learning, arts, let universal worth,
And warm with lawful flame th' impassion'd heart, Lament a patron lost, a friend and judge.
That dangerous gift with him was safely lodg'd Unlike the sons of vanity, that veil'd
By Heaven-He, sacred to his country's cause,

Beneath the patron's prostituted name,
To trainpled want and worth, to suffering right, Dare sacritice a worthy inan to pride,
To the lone widow's and her orphan's woes,

And Ansh confusion o'er an honest cheek. Reservd the mighty charm. With equal brow, When he conferr'd a grace, it seern'd a debt Despising then the smiles or frowns of power, Which he to merit, to the public, paid, He all that noblest eloquence effus'],

And to the great all bounteous source of good. With generous passion, taught by reason, breathes: His sympathising heart itself receivid Then spoke the man; and, over barren art, The generous obligation he bestow'd. Prevail'd abundant Nature. Freedom then This, this indeed, is patronizing worth. His client was, humanity and truth.

Their kind protector him the Muses own, Plac'd on the seat of Justice, there he reign'd, But scorn with noble pride the boasted aid In a superior sphere of cloudless day,

Of tasteless vanity's insulting hand. A pure intelligence. No tumult there,

The gracious stream, that cheers the letter'd world, No dark emotion, no intemperate beat,

Is not the noisy gift of summer's noon, No passion e'er disturb the clear serene

Whose sudden current, from the naked root, That round him spread. A zeal for right alone, Washes the little soil which yet remain'd, The love of justice, like the steady Sun,

And only more djects the blushing flowers : Its equal ardour lent; and sometimes rais'd No, 'tis the soft-descending dews at eve, Against the sons of violence, of pride,

The silent treasures of the vernal year, And bold deceit, his indignation gleam'd,

Indulging deep their stores, the still night long ; Yet still by sober dignity restrain'd.

Tiil, with returning morn, the freshen'd world, As intuition quick, he snatch'd the truth,

Is fragrance all, all beauty, joy, and song. Yet with progressive patience, step by step,

Still let me view him in the pleasing light Self-diffident, or to the slower kind,

Of private life, where pomp forgets to glare, He through the maze of falsehood trac'd it on, And where the plain unguarded soul is seen. Till, at the last, evolvid, it full appear'd,

There, with that truest greatness he appear'd, And ev'n tbe loser own'd the just decree.

Which thinks not of appearing ; kindly veild But when, in senates, he, to freedom firm, In the soft graces of the friendly scene, Enlighten'd freedom, plann'd salubrious laws, Inspiring social confidence and ease. His various learning, his wide knowledge, then, As free the converse of the wise and good, His insight deep into Britannia's weal,

As joyous, disentangling every power, Spontaneous seem'd from simple sense to flow, And breathing mixt improvement with delight, And the plain patriot smonth'd the brow of law. As when amid the various-blossom'd spring, No specious swell, no frothy poinp of words, Or gentle-beaming autumn's pensive shade, Fell on the cheated ear; no study'd maze

The philosophic mind with Nature talks.

Say ye',

his sons, his dear remains, with whom Of mean subinission, not the meed of Forth. The father laid superfluous state aside,

True genuine honour its large patrnt holds
Yet rais d your filial duty thence the inore, Of all mankind, through every land and age,
With friendship rais'd it, with esteem, with love, Of miversal reason's various sons,
Bevonil the ties of blood, oh! speak the joy, And ev'n of God himself, sole perfect judge !
The pure scree, the chzeitud wisdoin mild, Yet know, these noblest honours of the mind
The virtuous spirit, which his vacant hours, On rigid terms descend : the high-plac'd heir,
Iu semblance of anussment, through the breast Scann'd by the public eye, that, with keen gaze,
Infus'd. And thou, o Rundle!! lend ihy strain, Malignant seeks our faults, cannot through life,
Thou darling friend! thou brother of his soul! Amid the nameless insects of a court,
in whom the head and heart teir stores unite; Unheeded steal: but, with his sire compar'd,
Whatever fancy paints, invention pours,

He must be glorious, or he must be scorn'd.
Judgment digests, the well tund bosom feels, This truth to you, who merit well to bear
'Truth natural, inoral, or divine, has taught, A name to Britons dear, th' officious Muse
'The Virtues dictate, or the Muses sing.

May safely sing, and sing without reserve. Lend me the plaint, wbich, to the lonely main, Vain were the plaint, and ignorant the tear, tVith memorr conversing, you will pour,

That should a Talbot mourn. Ourselves, indeed,
As on the pubbled shore you, pensive, stray, Our country robbid of her delight and strength,
Where Derry's mountains a bleak crescent form, We may lainent. Yet let us, grateful, joy,
And mid their ample round receive the waves, That we such virtues knew, such virtues felt,
'That from the frozen pole, resounding, rush, And feel them still, teaching our views to rise
Impetuous. Though from native sunshine driven, Through ever-brightening scenes of future worlds.
Driven from your friends, the sunshine of the soul, Be dumb, ye worst of zealots! ye that, prone
By slanderous zeal, and politics intirm,

To thoughtless dust, renounce that generous bope,
Jealous of worth; yet will you bless your lot, Whence every joy below its spirit draws,
Yet will you triumph in your glorious fate, And every pain its balın : a Talbot's light,
Whence Talbot's friendship glows to future times A Talbot's virtues, claim another source,
Intrepid, warm, of kindred tempers burn; Than the blind maze of unde signing blood;
Nurs'd, by experience, into slow esteem,

Nor, when that vital fountain plays no more,
Calm confidence unbounded, love not blind, Can they be quench'd amid the gelid stream.
And the sweet light from mingled minds disclos'd, Methinks I see his mounting spirit, freed
From mingled chymic oils as bursts the fire. From tangling earth, regain the realms of day
I too remember well that cheerful bowl,

Its native country, whence, to bless mankind,
Which round his table fow'd. The serious there Fternal goodness, on this darksome spot,
Mix'd with the sportive, with the learn’d the plain; Had ray'd it down a while. Behold! appror'd
Mirth soften'd wisdom, candour tcmper'd mirth ; By the treinendous Judge of Heaven and Farth
And wit its honey lent, without the sting.

And to th’ Almighty Father's presence join'd,
Not simple Nature's unaffected sons,

He takes his rank, in glory, and in bliss, The blameless Indians, round the forest-cheer, Amid the human worthies. Glad around In sunny lawn or shady covert set,

Crowd his compatriot shades, and point him out, Hold more unspotted converse : nor, of old, With joyful pride, Britannia's blameless boast. Rome's awful consuls, her dictator-swains,

Ah! who is he, that with a fonder eye
As on the product of their Sabine farms

Meets thine enraptord? --- Tis the best of sons !
They fard, with stricter virtue fed the soul : The best of friends! -Too soon is realiz'd
Nor yet in Athens, at an Attic meal,

That hope, which once forbad thy tears to for!
Where Sacrates presided, fairer truth,

Meanwhile the kindred souls of every land, More elegant humanity, more grace,

(Howe'er divided in the fretful days Wit niore refin'd, or deeper science reign d. Of prejudice and errour) mingled now, But far beyond the liitle vnlgar bounds,

in one selected neser jarring state, Of family, or friends, or native land,

Where God himself their only monarch reigns,
By just derrees, and with proportion'd fame, Partake the joy ; yet, such the sense that still
Extended luis benevolence : a friend

Remains of earthly wors, for us below,
To human kind, to parent Nature's works. And for our loss, they drop a pitying tzar.
Of free access, and of engaging grace,

But cease, presuinptaous Muse, nor rainly strite
Such as a brother to a brother owes,

To quit this cloudy sphere that binds thee down: He kept an open judging ear for all,

'Tis not for mortal hand to trace these scencs, And spread an open countenance, where smil'd Scenes, that our gross ideas groveling cast The fair effulgence of an open heart;

Behind, and strive our boldest language dumb. W’hile on the rich, the poor, the high, the low, Forgive, immortal shade! if aught from Earte, With equal ray, his really goodness shone: From dust low-warbled, to those zroves can rist, For nothing human foreign was to hun.

Where flows celestial harinony, forgive Thus to a dread inheritance, my lord,

This fondi superfluous verse. With deep-felt voice, And hard to be supported, you succeed :

On every h art impress'd, thy deeds themselves
But, kept by virtue, as by virtue gain'd,

Attest thy praise. Thy praise the widow's sighs,
It will, through latest time, 'enrich your race, And orphan's tears embalm. The good, the uad,
When grosser wealth shall moulder into dust, The sons of justice and the sons of strife,
And with their authors in oblivion sunk

All who or freedom or who interest prize,
Vain titles lie, the servile badges oft

A deep divided nation's partios all,

Conspire to swell thy spotless praise to learen. ? Dr. Kundle, lato bishop of Derry, in Ireland, Giso Heaven receives it, and seraphic lyres