Ah no! To diftant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting Ateps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their wo. Far different there from all thạt charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely fhed intolerable day; Thofe matted woods where birds forget to fing, But filent bats in drowsy clusters cling ; Those pois'nous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd, Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each ftep the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake : Where crouching tygers wait their hapless prey, And favage men more murd'rous ftill than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornada flies, Mingling the ravag'd landscape with the skies. Far different these from ev'ry former scene, The cooling brook, the graffy vested green, The breezy covert of the warbling grove, That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love.

Good Heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, That callid them from their native walks

away; When the poor exiles, ev'ry pleasure past, Hung round the bow'rs, and fondly look'd their laft, And took a long farewel, and wish'd in vain For seats like these beyond the western main ; And shudd'ring still to face the destin'd deep, Return’d and wept, and still return'd to weep. The good old fire, who first prepar'd to go To new-found worlds, and wept for other's wo; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only with d for worlds beyond the grave His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years,

Silent went next, neglectful of her charms,
And left a lover's for a father's arms.
With louder plaints the mother fpuke her woes
And bleft the cot where ev'ry pleasure rose ;
And kill her thoughtless babes with many a tear,
And claspt them clofe, in forrow doubly dear;
Whilft her fond husband itrove to lend relief
In all the silent marlioess of grief.

O luxury! thou curst by heav'n's decree, How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee, to fickly greatness grown, Boait of a florid vigour not their own. At ev'ry draught more large and large they grow, A bloated mals of rank unwieldy wo; Till sapp'd their strength, and ev'ry' part unfound, Down, down they link and spread a ruin round,

Ev'n now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction done ; Er'n now methinks, as pond'ring here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the fail That idly waiting flaps with ev ry gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care. And kind connubíal tenderness are there ; And piety with wishes plac d above And iteady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degen 'rate times of Name, To catch the heart, or fliike for honeft same; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decry'd, My fame in crowds, my folitary pride.

Thou source of all my bliss, and all my wo,
That found't me poor at first, and keep'st me fo;
Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel,
Thou nurse of ev'ry virtue fare thee well,
Farewel, and O! where'er thy voice be try'd,
On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's fide,
Whether where equinoctial fervours glow,
Or winter warps the polar world in snow,
Still let thy voice prevailing over time,
Redress the rigours of th’inclement clime :
Aid nighted truth, with thy persuasive strain ;
Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain,
Teach him, that states of native strength poffeft,

Tho' very poor may still be very blelt; . That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay,

And ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away ;
While self-dependant pow'r can time defy,
As rocks refif the billows and the sky.

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HANKS, my lord, for your venison, for finer or Never rang'd in a forest, or smoak'd in a platter; The haunch was a picture for painter's to study, The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy, Tho'

my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help re

To spoil such a delicate picture by eating ;
I had thoughts in my chamber to set it in view,
To be shewn to my friends as a piece of virtu ;

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