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Lib'ral in all things elfe, yet nature here
With ftern severity deals out the year.

Winter invades the spring, and often

pours

A chilling flood on fummer's drooping flow'rs,
Unwelcome vapors quench autumnal beams,
Ungenial blasts attending, curl the streams,
The peasants urge their harvest, plie the fork,
With double toil, and fhiver at their work,
Thus with a rigor, for his good defign'd,
She rears her fav'rite man of all mankind.
His form robuft and of elaftic tone,
Proportion'd well, half muscle and half bone,
Supplies with warm activity and force

A mind well lodg'd, and mafculine of courfe.
Hence liberty, sweet liberty inspires,

And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires.
Patient of conftitutional controul,

He bears it with meek manliness of foul,
But if authority grow wanton, woe

To him that treads upon his free-born toe,

One

One step beyond the bound'ry of the laws
Fires him at once in freedom's glorious caufe.
Thus proud prerogative, not much rever'd,

Is feldom felt, though fometimes feen and heard ;
fine and gay,

And in his

like
cage, parrot fine and

Is kept to ftrut, look big, and talk away.

Born in a climate fofter far than our's,
Not form'd like us, with fuch Herculean pow'rs,

The Frenchman, easy, debonair and brisk,
Give him his lafs, his fiddle and his frifk,

Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
He drinks his fimple bev'rage with a gust,
And feasting on an onion and a crust,

We never feel th' alacrity and joy

With which he fhouts and carols, Vive le Roy,
Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee,
As if he heard his king fay-Slave be free.
Thus happiness depends, as nature fhews,
Lefs on exterior things than most suppose.

Vigilant

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 flav'ry to a smile,

And fill with discontent a British ifle.

A. Freeman and flave then, if the cafe be fuch, Stand on a level, and you prove too much.

If all men indifcriminately fhare,

His foft'ring pow'r and tutelary care,

As well be yok'd by defpotifm's hand,

As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land.

B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to fhow,

That flaves, howe'er contented, never know.

The mind attains beneath her happy reign,

The growth that nature meant fhe should attain.
The varied fields of fcience, ever new,
Op'ning and wider op'ning on her view,

She ventures onward with a profp'rous force,
While no base fear impedes her in her course.

Religion,

Religion, richest favour of the skies,

Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes;
No fhades of fuperftition blot the day,

Liberty chaces all that gloom away;

The foul, emancipated, unoppress'd,

Free to prove all things and hold fast the best,
Learns much, and to a thousand lift'ning minds,
Communicates with joy the good she finds.
Courage in arms, and ever prompt to show
His manly forehead to the fierceft foe;
Glorious in war, but for the fake of peace,
His fpirits rifing as his toils increase,

Guards well what arts and industry have won,
And freedom claims him for her firft-born fon.
Slaves fight for what were better cast away,
The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's fway,
But they that fight for freedom, undertake
The nobleft caufe mankind can have at stake,
Religion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call
A bleffing, freedom is the pledge of all.

Oh

Oh liberty! the pris'ners pleafing dream,
The poet's mufe, his paffion and his theme,
Genius is thine, and thou art fancy's nurse,
Loft without thee th' ennobling pow'rs of verfe,
Heroic fong from thy free touch acquires

Its clearest tone, the rapture it infpires;

Place me where winter breathes his keenest air,
And I will fing if liberty be there;

And I will fing at liberty's dear feet,

In Afric's torrid clime or India's fiercest 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 our's

Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs,

Grow freakish, and o'er leaping ev'ry mound
Spread anarchy and terror all around?

B. Agreed. But would you fell or flay your horse For bounding and curvetting in his course;

Or if, when ridden with a careless rein,

He break away, and feek the diftant plain?

No.

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