The various-tinetur'd children of the Sun : "From the prone beam let more delicious fruits 15 “A flavour drink, that in one piercing taste

Bids each combine: let Gallic vineyards burst “With floods of joy ; with mild balsamic juice "The Tuscan olive : let Arabia breathe

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"Her spicy gales, her vital gums "Turbid with gold, let southern rivers flow, And orient floods draw foft o'er pearls their maze; "Let Afric vaunt her treasures: let Peru

"Deep in her bowels her own ruin breed, "The yellow traitor that her blifs betray'd, 25 “Unequall'd bliss !—and to unequall'd rage! "Yet nor the gorgeous Eaft nor golden South, "Nor, in full prime, that new-discover'd world, "Where flames the falling day in wealth and praise, "Shall with Britannia vie, while, Goddess! fhe 30 Derives her praise from Thee, her matchless charms, "Her hearty fruits the hand of Freedom own; "And, warm with culture, her thick-clust❜ring fields Prolific teem. Eternal verdure crowns

"Her meads; her gardens smile eternal spring: 35 She gives the hunter-horse, unquell'd by toil, Ardent, to rush into the rapid chase:

She, whitening o'er her downs, diffusive, pours Unnumber'd flocks: fhe weaves the fleecy robe "That wraps the nations: fhe to lufty droves "The richest pasture spreads; and her's, deep-wave

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"Autumnal feas of pleafing plenty round. "These her delights; and by no baneful herb, "No darting tiger, no grim lion's glare, "No fierce-defcending wolf, no ferpent roll'd 45 "In spires immense progreffive o'er the land "Disturb'd. Enlivening these, add cities full "Of wealth, of trade, of cheerful toiling crowds; "Add thriving towns; add villages and farms, "Innumerous fow'd along the lively vale, "Where bold unrival'd peasants happy dwell: "Add ancient feats, with venerable oaks "Embofom'd high, while kindred floods below "Wind thro' the mead; and thofe of modern hand, "More pompous, add, that splendid shine afar. 55 "Need I her limpid lakes, her rivers, name, "Where swarm the finny race! Thee,chief, OThames! "On whofe each tide, glad with returning fails, "Flows in the mingled harvest of mankind? "And thee, thou Severn! whose prodigious fwell, 60 "And waves, refounding, imitate the main? "Why need I name her deep capacious ports, "That point around the world? And why her feas? "All ocean is her own, and every land

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"She, too, the mineral feeds: the obedient lead,

"The warlike iron, nor the peaceful lefs,

Forming of life art-civiliz'd the bond;

"And that the Tyrian merchant sought of old*,

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"Not dreaming then of Britain's brighter fame, 70 "She rears to Freedom an undaunted race; "Compatriot zealous, hofpitable, kind, "Her's the warm Cambrian: her's the lofty Scot, "To hardship tam'd, active in arts and arms, "Fir'd with a restless an impatient flame,

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"That leads him raptur'd where Ambition calls: "And English Merit her's, where meet, combin'd, "Whate'er high fancy, found judicious thought, "An ample generous heart, undrooping foul, "And firm tenacious valour, can bestow. "Great nurse of fruits, of flocks, of commerce, fhe! "Great nurse of men; By Thee, O Goddess! taught, "Her old renown I trace, difclofe her fource "Of wealth, of grandeur, and to Britons fing "A ftrain the Mufes never touch'd before."

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"But how shall this Thy mighty Kingdom stand? "On what uny cilding bafe? how finish'd shine?" At this her eye, collecting all its fire, Beam'd more than human; and her awful voice Majeftic thus fhe rais'd.-" To Britons bear

"This closing strain, and with intenfer note

"Loud let it found in their awaken'd ear."
On Virtue can alone My Kingdom stand,
On Public Virtue, every Virtue join'd,
For loft this focial cement of mankind,
The greatest empires, by fcarce-felt degrees,
Will moulder foft away, till, tottering loose,

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They prone at laft to total ruin rush,
Unbleft by Virtue, government a league
Becomes, a circling junto of the great,
To rob by law; religion mild a yoke
To tame the stooping foul, a trick of fate
To mask their rapine, and to fhare the prey.
What are without it Senates, fave a face
Of confultation deep and reafon free,

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While the determin'd voice and heart are fold?
What boafted Freedom, fave a founding name?
And what Election, but a market vile
Of flaves felf-barter'd? Virtue! without thee
There is no ruling eye, no nerve, in ftates;
War has no vigour, and no fafety peace :
Even juftice warps to party, laws opprefs,
Wide thro' the land their weak protection fails,
First broke the balance, and then fcorn'd the fword.
Thus nations fink, fociety diffolves;

Rapine, and Guile, and Violence, break loofe,

Everting life, and turning love to gall!

Man hates the face of man, and Indian woods
And Libya's hifling fands to him are tame.

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By those three virtues be the frame fuftain'd 129 Of British Freedom; Independent Life;

Integrity in Office; and, o'er all

Supreme, A Paffion for the Common-weal.

Hail, Independence ! hail! Heaven's next beft gift, To that of life and an immortal foul !

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The life of life! that to the banquet high
And fober meal gives tafte; to the bow'd roof
Fair-dream'd repofe, and to the cottage charms.
Of public Freedom, hail, thou fecret Source!
Whofe ftreams, from every quarter confluent, form
My better Nile, that nurfes human life.
By rills from thee deduc'd, irriguous fed,
The private field looks gay, with Nature's wealth
Abundant flows, and blooms with each delight
That Nature craves. Its happy mafter there,
The only Freeman, walks his pleasing round,
Sweet-featur'd Peace attending, fearless Truth,
Firm Refolution, Goodness, bleffing all

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That can rejoice, Contentment, furest friend,
And, ftill fresh ftores from Nature's book deriv'd, 140
Philofophy, companion ever new.

These cheer his rural, and fuftain or fire,

When into action call'd, his busy hours.
Mean time true judging moderate defires,
Economy and taste, combin'd, direct

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His clear affairs, and from debauching fiends
Secure his little kingdom. Nor can those
Whom Fortune heaps, without these Virtues, reach
That truce with pain, that animated ease,

That felf-enjoyment springing from within,

That Independence, active or retir'd,

Which make the foundest blifs of man below;
But, loft beneath the rubbish of their means,

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