1 STRAIN THE FIRST. v!l. The stream may Gagnate, yet be clear, THE ARGUMENT. The fun suspend his Twift career, How the King attended. A prospea of happiness. Yet healthy Nature feel her wonted Force; Industry A fórprising instance of it in old Ere man, his active {prings rcliga'd, Rome. The mischief of both. What happi; Vet talle of Llifs, of which he choaks the fource. Can rust in body and in mind, ness is. Sloth its greatest enemy.' Trade natural to Britain; Trade invokel. Defcribed.' VIII. What the greatest human excellence. The Where, Industry! thy daughter fair? praise of wealth. Its use, abuji, endo The Recal her to her notivc air ; variety of nature. The final mural cause of it. Here, was Trade born, bere bred, here fourth' The benefit of man's neceffities. Britain's naval long : stores. She makes all Nature serviceable to And ever thall soe fourish bere : her ends. Of reason. Its excellence. How we What though he languith'd ? 'twas but fear, Mould form opr "eftimate of things. Reason's She's found of heart; her conftitution roag. difficuk taik. Wby the first glory ners. Her effects in old Britain. Wake, Ning her up. Trade! lean no more On thy fixt anchor, puth from thore, OUR Monarch comes! nor comes alone!" Earth lies before thee, every climate court. What shining forms furround his throne, And see, the 's rous'd, absolvd from fears, O Sun! as planets thoe! To my loud strain Her brow, in cloudless azure, rears, Spreads all her fail, and opens erery port. She levies gain on every place, "Our Monarch comes !' nor comes alone;" Religion, habit, custom, tongge, and name! New glories kindle round his throne, Again, frie travels with the sua, The visions rife! I triumph as I gaze : Again, lhe draws a goiden zone By Pindar led, I turn'd of late Round earth and main ; bright zone of wealth The volume dark, tbe folds of Fato; and fame! And, nouyam present to the future blaze. Ten thoufand active hands, that hoog By George and love it is decreed, la thanųeful floth with nerves un runs The mighty months in pomp proceed, The nation's languid load, defy the storms, Fair danghters of the fun !- thou divine, The sheets upíuri, and anchors weigh, Bleft Indnftry! a siniling earth The long-moor'd vessel wing to sea, From thee clone derives its birth : Worlds, worlds falute, and peopled oceau twarmis. By thee the ploughilhare and its malter Mine. I. His sons, Po, Ganges, Danube, Nile, Their fedgy foreheads lift and (milc; Their urns inverted prodigally pour On oaks nur!!, rear'd by thce, wealth, empire Streams, charg'd.with wealth,and vow to buy grows; Britannia for their great ally, O golden Fruit ! nak well might prove With climes paid down ; what can the gods do The sacred tree, the tree of Jorc; more? All Jove can give, the acval oak beltows. Cold Ruflia cofily fois from far, What cannot Industry compleat? Hot China iends her painted jar, When Pupick war first flam'd, the great, France gencrops wines to crowo it, Arab Sweet Bold, active, ardent, Roman tathers meet : With gales of incense swells cur fails, " Fell-all your groves," a Flamen cries; Nor diftant Ind our merchant fails, Luxuriani ine! What tide that flows, Or stream that glides, or wiod that blows, Enervates man, and damns the foil; Or genial fun that fines, or lower that pours, Defcates creation, plunges in diefs, But fows, glides, breathes, fines, pours Cankers our being, all devoors; '. for thee? A full exertion of our powers ! How every heart dilates to fee Thence, and thence only, glou's our happincis, Each land's each feafon blending on thy fhores! XI. III. 1 XII. XIII. VI. AL XXIV. ! XVI. XVIII. wars XIX. XXVIII. xv. All these one British harvest make! Thus has the great Creator's pen The forsant Ocean for thy fake His law fupreme, to mortal meny Ev'n appetite fupplies the place Xxy. Vaft naval enfigos frow'd around Fair Virtue with the firit renown : The wond'ring pur cigner coofound ! À large retenue, aod a large expence, How lands the decp-awid.continent aghalti When hearts for others welfare glow; As her proud fcepter'a sons survey, At every port, on every quay, *XVI. Glow then my breast; abounit my store ! The unwieldy tun! the ponderous bale! This, and this boldly I implore, Each prince his own clime set to fale Their event and apatby let Stoicks boalt: Sees here, by fubjects of a Britifh king: Paffions and ricles, good or ill, How earth 's abridg'd! all nations range Asus'd by inabi, demaod our kill; A narrow spot, our throngd Exchange! All blcklings wound us, when discrétion's lofti And send the streams of plenty from their spring. XXVII. Wealds, in the vir! wou's and the cvife, Nor earth alone, all Nature bends 'Tis rice and folly to deipife : In aid to Britain's glorious ends: Let thofe in praise of poverty refine, Toils the in trade? or bleeds in honelt ? Whole heads or hearts pervert its use, Her keel each yielding fea enthrals, The narroquijoulul , or the profile, Each willing wind her canvas calls, The trwby-great-fiad xorals in the mine; Her pilot into service lifts the stars. Happy the man! who large ni heart, In size confin'd, and humbly made, Has learnt the rare illostrious art What thongh we creep beneath the shade Of being rich : fores flarve us, or they clóg ; And seem as emmets on this point, the ball ? From guld, if more than chemic skill, Hçaven lighted up the human soul, Extract !ot what is brighter till: Heaven bid its rays transpierce the whole, 'Tis hard to guiro, much harder to enjoy And, giving godlike Reafon, gave us Au. Plenty 's a meansy and joy het end: Tkon golden chain 'twixt God and men, Exalted minds their ja's extend : Bleft Reason! guide my life and pen; A Chandos fines, when others' joys are done : All ills, like ghosts, Hy trembling at thy light & As lofty turrets, by their height, Who thee obeys, reigns over all; When humbler fcenes resign their light, Smiles, though the Kars around him fall; Retain the rays of the declining fun. A God is nought but Reason Infinite. XXX Pregnant with bleilings, Britain ! swear The man of Rcafon is á God No fordid fon of thine ihall dare Who scorns to strop to Fortune's nod; Ofend the donor of thy wealth and peace; Sole Agent he beneath the shining sphere, Who noro his whole creation drains Others are pajive, are impelld; To pour into thy tumid veins Are frighten'd, flatter'd, luok, or fwelled, That blood of nation! commerce and increases As accident is pleas'd to dominceš, XXII. Our lopes and fears are much to blame; Shall monarchis awe? or crowns inflame? There, worms weave filken webs ; bere, glowing From gross mistake our idle tumult springs ; vines Those men the Gilly world difarm, Elude the dart, dilsolve the churm, The present object, present day, Are idle planioms, and away : What 's lafiing only does exift. Know This, Heaven different growths to different lands Life, fame, friends, freedom, tempire, all, imparts, Peace, Commerce, Freedom, nobly fall To lavach us on the dood of orkiefe Life Hew XX XXIX. XXXI. XXXI I. IVI. VII. *XXXIII. The fir of Senir makes her floor, And Balhan's oak, transform'd, her dai 1 Tbence, form your rule.; thence fix your estimate, High Lebanon her mast; far Dedan warms For to the Gods ;- but as the gains ; Her mantled holt ; Arabia feeds; Arvad sends masincrs; the Persian, arms, The world's last limit bounds her fame; The golden city was her name ! By thee, Tradt's swarming throng, gay Freedom'. Those stats on carb, the topaz, onyx, blaze Beneath her foot : cxlent of coast, And rich as Nile's, let others boat; Hers the far nobler barvest of the feas. O merchant land! as Eden fair! Antient of Empires ! Nature's care ! The pride of Illes ! In wars rever'd! Mother of crafts ! lov'd!, courted ! fcard! STRAIN THE SECOND. Pilot of kingdoms! and support of kings! VIII. Great mart of nations But Me fell: Her pamper'd fons revolt! rebel ! Arts from Commerce. Why Britains should pur Against his favourite įlle loud roars the main ! fue it. What wealth includes: An Hiflorical The tempell howls ? her fculptur'd dome digreffion, which kind is most frequent in Pind The land, one oltar ! a whole people, fuin! . Soon, the wolf's refuge ; dragon's home! sar. The wealth and wonderful glory of Tyre, The approach of her ruin., The cause of it The deftin'd day puts on her frown; Her crimes through all ranks and orders. Her The fable hour is coming down * miferable fall. The weighbouring kings junt reflektion on it. An awful image of the Divine She's on her march from yon Almighty throne: The Sword aad storm are in her hand; Power and Vengeances from ubat Tyre fell; She trumpets in rili her dread command: sind how derp her calamity. jisinin Dark be the light of earth! the boali, unknotlix ! COMMERCE gives aris, as well as gain ; For, oh! her fins are red as blood, By Commerce wasted o'er the main, As crimson deep, ontcry the flood; They barbarous climes enlighten as they run ; The Queen of Trade is boxgét! once wife and Arts, the rich traffick of the foul jult, May travel, ibus, from pole to pole, Now, venal is her council's tongue : Tuin gold to drofs, her blossom into duft ! To things inglorious, far, beneath Thore high-born fouls they proudly breathe The Gods that thron'd you in the wave, Her fordid noble finks! her mighty, bow ! And, as the trident's emblem, gave. Is it for this, the groves around A triple realm, that awes the continent : Return the sabret's sprightly found ? Is it for this, her great-ones toss the brow? And awes with wealth ; for wealth is power: What burning fucds 'twixt brothers reign ? When Jove Jescends a golden shower, • To nuptials cold, how glows the vein, "Tis ravies, armies, empire, all in one Confounding kindred, and misleading right? Vien', emulate, ontlhinc old Tyre ; In scarlet rob'd, with gems on fire, 'The fpurious lord it o'er the land ! Bold Blasphemy dates make a stand, Her merchants, princes ! every deck, a throne ! Afault the sky, and brandih all her might : XIII. She fate an empress! aw'd the food! Tyre's artizan, sweet orator, Her stable column Ocean trod ; Her mercbant sage, big man of war, She call:d the nations, and she call'd the feus, Her judge, her prophet, nay her boary beads, By Both obey'd : the Syrian sings ; Whose brows with wisdom fhould be crown'd, The Cyprian's art her viol ftrings; Her very priests in guilt abound; Togarmagh's steed along her valley neighs. Hence, the world's cadur all her honors fheds. Wha: ..11, II. XII. IV. XIV. What death of truth ! what thirst of gold! Chiefs warm in peace, in battle cold ... What youth unletter'd! base ones listed high! What public boalts ! what private views ! What defort temples ! croruded Itews! XV. O! foul of heart, her faireft dames Decline the fün's intruding beams, Alas! there is, who sces then there ; There is, who fatters not the fair, When cymbals tinkle, and the virgin chaunts. XVI. XXIII. “This, This is the, who meanly foar': :: Alas! how low, to be ador’d, “ And Nile herself a God!- Through stormy wars This Eagle-Ife her thunder bore," ; High-fed her young with buman gore; XXIV. “ To stand Heaven's.vengeance, or prevent ! “ To turn aside the great Creator's aim ! “ Shall Wand-kings with Him contend, ' " Who makes the Poles beneath him bend? And Shall drink up the sea herlelf with fame? «Earll, Ætber, Empyreum bow, " When from the brazen mountain's brow “ The God of Bariles takes his mighty bow : “Of wrath prepares to pour the food, **** Puts on his vetture dipt in blood, “ And marches out to scourge the world below. “ Ah! wretched 'Ille, once call’d the great! “. Ah! wretched ite, and wise tac late ! “ The vengeance of Jehovah is gone out : “Thy buxury, corruption, pride, XXVII. “ Was thine, O fallen ! fallen low “'Twas thine, of jarring thrones to fill debates : "How art thou fallen, down, down, down! • Wide rvasie, and night, and borror frown, " Where Empire Aam'd in gold, and balanc'd. “ states." He sees, and thunders ! - Now, in vain ! The courser paws, and foams the rein'; And chariots stream along the printed foil : In vain ! Her high, presumptamus air In gorgeous vestments rich and rare, O'er her proud Moulder throws the poer man's toil, xvii. In robes or gems, her conly fain, Green, scarlet, azúre, shine, in vain ! In vain! their golden heads her turrets rear; Ii vain! high-fiavour'd foreigo fruits, Sydonian oits, and Lydian lates, XVIII. With helm and spear each pillar gleams'; The golden wedge from Ophii's coasts, From Arabiacenfe vain, The boasts, Vain are her gods, and vainly inen adore. XXVI. XIX. TIIE ARGUMENT. Bell falls ! the mighty Nebo bends! STRAIN THE THIRD. Foes meet her ibere : the wind, the wave, That once aid, îtrength, and grandeur gave, An inference from this history. Advice to Brisan. Plunge her in Teas, from which her glory role. More proper to her than other Nations. How far the stroke of tyranny reaches. Wlme lupo Her ivory deck, embroider'd fail, ports our endeavours. The unconfiderd bene, And mat of cedar nought avail, fits of liberiy. . Britain's obligation to purfue Os pilot learn'd! She links, nor links alone, tradi. Why above half the globe is seco BriHer Gods link with her! to the sky, tain's grandcur from her situation. The wires, Which never more Mall meet her eye, the seas, the conflellations, described. Sir Isaac She sends her foul out in one dreadful groan, Newton's praise, Britain compared with other States. The Leviathan described. Britain's What though so vat her naval might, site, and ancient title to the seas. Who rivals her. In ber first dawn'd the British right? Of Venice. Holland. Some despide All Aags abas'd her sca-dominion greet: Irade as mean. Cenfured for it. Trade's glory What though she longer wart'd than Troy? The late Czar. Solomon, A furprizing inAt length her foes that Ille destroy stance of magnificence. The merchant's digWhose conquest fail'd, as far as sail'd her fleet. nity. Compared with anen of letters. XXII. HENCE learn, as hearts are foul or pare, Their awefal brows : " O fuul mistake! Our fortunes wither or endure : "O fatal pride ! (they cry) this, this is the, Nations may thrive, or perifh by the wave. “ Who said--with iny own art and arm, What storms from Jose's unwilling frowai, at in the world's wealth I wrap me warm A people's crimes solicit down! This XXI. I. 11. IV. This Truth, O Britain ! ponder well; Hyad, for her, leans o'er her üřn ; For her, Orion's glory burn, The fair-fac'd foris of Mazaroth, Near the deep chambers of the South, And charge the Gods with 'favours misbeflow'd. The raging Dog that fires the midnight Riese i11. XU. This council fuits Britannia's Me, These nations Newton made his own High-fuh'd with wealth, and Freedoin's All intimate with him alone. smile : His mighty foul did, like a giant, run To raffals prison'd in the Continent, To the vast volüme's closing itar; Decypher'd every character : XI11. :. Let the proud brothers of the land Fell Tyrants strike beyond the bone, Smile at our rock, and Varren itrand, And wound the soul ; how Genius down, Not such the fea: let Fohe's ancient line Lay Virtue waste! for worth or arts, who ítrain ; Vast tracts and ample brings vaunt ; To throw them at a monster's foot ? The camel low, fmall elephant "Tis property supports pursuit. O Britain the Leviathan is thine. Freedom gives cloquence; and Freedom, gain. XIV Leviathan! whom Nature's Mirife She makes the blood and fpirits boil; He fleeps an ille! his sports the billows warm! Invades the kies, the stars are oirt : Th' Atlantic surge around our store German and Caledonian roar;. Britain, fair daughter of the seas, Their righty Genii hold us in their lap. Is born for trade; to plough her field, the wave : Hear Egbert; Edgar, Ethelred; And reap the growth of every coast : “ The seas are ours." -The monarch Said A fpeck of land! but let her boast, The floods their hands, their hands the nations, Gods gave the world, when they the waters gave, clap. VII XVI. Britain ! behold the world's wide face; Whence is a rival, then, to rise ? Nor cover'd half with folid Grace, Can hé ve found beneath the skies? Three parts are fluid; empire of the lea! No, there, they dwell, that can give Britain fear : And why? for Commerce. · Ocean (treams The powers of earth, by rival aim For that, through all his various names : Her grandeur but the more proclaim; And, if for Commerce, Ocean flows for 'Thee. And prove their visance moft, as they draw near. Britain, like some great potentáte XVII. Of Easlern clime, retires in state, Proud Venice sits amid the waves; Shuts out the nations! Would a Prince draw hier foot ambitious Ocean laves : nigh? Art's noblest boast! but o what wondrous odds He passes her strong guards, the waves, "Twixt Venice and Britannia's ille! of servant winds admission craves, "Twixt mortal and immortal toil! Her empire has no neighbour but the sky. Britannia is a Venice built by Gods. XVIII. But not o'er friends by whom the role; It were no less than parricide :The Caspian, the broad Faltick hoil, What wonders rise from out the tide! And into life the dead Pacifick scourge. Her High and Mighty to the rudder benu. XIX. And are there, then, of lofty brow, Who think trade mean, and scorn to bow So far beneath the state of noble birth?: Alas! these chiefs but little know Commerce how high, tbemfelves how low; And VIII. 1X. |
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