He footh'd with gifts and greeted with a smile
The fimple native of the new-found isle,

He spurn'd the wretch that flighted or withstood
The tender argument of kindred blood,

Nor would endure that any should controul
His free-born brethren of the fouthern pole.
But though fome nobler minds a law refpect,
That none shall with impunity neglect,

In bafer fouls unnumber'd evils meet,

To thwart its influence and its end defeat.

While Cook is loved for favage lives he faved,
See Cortez odious for a world enflaved!

Where waft thou then fweet Charity, where then
Thou tutelary friend of helpless men?

Waft thou in Monkish cells and nunn'ries found,
Or building hospitals on English ground?
No-Mammon makes the world his legatee

Through fear not love, and heav'n abhors the fee:
Wherever found (and all men need thy care)

Nor age nor infancy could find thee there,

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The hand that flew 'till it could flay no more,
Was glued to the fword-hilt with Indian gore;
Their prince as juftly feated on his throne,

As vain imperial Philip on his own,

Trick'd out of all his royalty by art,

That ftripp'd him bare, and broke his honeft heart,
Died by the sentence of a fhaven priest,

For fcorning what they taught him to deteft.
How dark the veil that intercepts the blaze

Of heav'ns mysterious purposes and ways;
God stood not, though he seem'd to stand aloof,
And at this hour the conqu'ror feels the proof.
The wreath he won drew down an instant curse,
The fretting plague is in the public purse,
The canker'd spoil corrodes the pining state,
Starved by that indolence their mines create.

Oh could their antient Incas rife again,
How would they take up Ifrael's taunting ftrain!

Art thou too fall'n Iberia, do we fee

The robber and the murth'rer weak as we?

Thou that hast wafted earth, and dared defpife Alike the wrath and mercy of the skies,

Thy pomp is in the grave, thy glory laid

Low in the pits thine avarice has made.
We come with joy from our eternal rest,
To fee th' oppreffor in his turn opprefs'd.

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Art thou the God the thunder of whofe hand

Roll'd over all our defolated land,

Shook principalities and kingdoms down,

And made the mountains tremble at his frown?
The fword fhall light upon thy boasted pow'rs,
And waste them, as thy fword has wafted ours.
'Tis thus Omnipotence his law fulfils,
And vengeance executes what juftice wills.

Again the band of commerce was defign'd
T'affociate all the branches of mankind,
And if a boundless plenty be the robe,
Trade is the golden girdle of the globe:
Wife to promote whatever end he means,
God opens fruitful nature's various fcenes,

Each

Each climate needs what other climes produce,
And offers fomething to the gen'ral use;
No land but liftens to the common call,
And in return receives fupply from all ;
This genial intercourse and mutual aid,
Cheers what were else an univerfal fhade,
Calls nature from her ivy-mantled den,
And foftens human rockwork into men.
Ingenious Art with her expreffive face
Steps forth to fashion and refine the race,
Not only fills neceffity's demand,
But overcharges her capacious hand;
Capricious tafte itself can crave no more,
Than fhe supplies from her abounding ftore;
She ftrikes out all that luxury can afk,
And gains new vigour at her endless task.

Hers is the fpacious arch, the fhapely fpire,

The painters pencil and the poets lyre;
From her the canvass borrows light and fhade,
And verse more lafting, hues that never fade.

She

She guides the finger o'er the dancing keys,
Gives difficulty all the grace of eafe,

And pours a torrent of fweet notes around,
Faft as the thirfting ear can drink the found.

These are the gifts of art, and art thrives moft
Where commerce has enrich'd the busy coast;
He catches all improvements in his flight,
Spreads foreign wonders in his country's fight,
Imports what others have invented well,
And ftirs his own to match them, or excel.
'Tis thus reciprocating each with each,
Alternately the nations learn and teach;
While Providence enjoins to ev'ry foul
An union with the vaft terraqueous whole.
Heav'n speed the canvafs gallantly unfurl'd
To furnish and accommodate a world;
To give the Pole the produce of the fun,
And knit th' unfocial climates into one.-
Soft airs and gentle heavings of the wave
Impel the fleet whose errand is to save,

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