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On the Mines, late of Sir Carbery Prics.
THOMAS YALDEN, D. D.
WHAT spacious veins enrich the British soil,
O generous Mackworth 1 could the Muse impart A labor worthy thy auspicious art; Like thee succeed in paths untrod before, And secret treasures of the land explore; 22 Apollo's self should on the labor smile, And Delphi quit for Britain’s fruitful isle.
Where fair Sabrina flows around the coast, And aged Dovey in the ocean's lost,
Her lofty brows unconquer’d Britain rears, –
| -The antient Britons are a hardy race, Averse to luxury and slothful ease; Their necks beneath a foreign yoke ne'er bow'd, In war unconquer'd, and of freedom proud; With minds resolv'd they lasting toils endure, Unmix’d their language, and their manners pure. Wisely does nature such an offspring choose, Brave to defend her wealth, and slow to use. ** Where thirst of empire ne'er inflames their veins, Nor avarice, nor wild ambition reigns : But, low in mines, they constant toils renew, And thro’ the earth their branching veins pursue,
As when some navy on th’ Iberian coast, Chas'd by the winds, is in the ocean lost; To Neptune’s realms a new supply it brings, The strength design'd of European kings: Contending divers would the wreck regain, And make reprisals on the grasping main: 49 Wild in pursuit they are endanger'd more, Than when they combated the storms before, The miner thus thro’ perils digs his way, Equal to theirs, and deeper than the sea; Drawing, in pestilential steams, his breath, Resolv’d to conquer, tho’ he combats death, Night’s gloomy realms his pointed steel invades, The courts of Pluto, and infernal shades: He cuts thro’ mountains, subterraneous lakes, Plying his work, each nervous stroke he takes -2° Loosens the earth, and the whole cavern shakes.
Thus, with his brawny arms, the Cyclops stands,
Thy fam'd inventions, Mackworth, most adorn The miner's art, and make the best return : Thy speedy sails, and useful engines, show 5. ...A genius richer than the mines below. Thousands of slaves unskill'd Peru maintains; The hands that labor still exhaust the gains: The winds, thy slaves, their useful succour join, Convey thy ore, and labor at thy mine; -Instructed by thy arts, a power they find To vanquish realms, where once they lay confin'd.
Downward, my Muse, direct thy steepy flight, Where smiling shades, and bountedus realms invite; I first of British bards invoke thee down, 2, . And first with wealth thy graceful temples crown, Thro' dark retreats pursue the winding ore, Search nature’s depths, and view her boundless store; The secret cause in tuneful measures sing, How metals first are fram’d, and whence they spring. Whether the active sun, with chymic flames, Thro’ porous earth transmits his genial beams; With heat impregnating the womb of night, The offspring shines with its paternal light:
On Britain's isle propitiously he shines, zeo
Nature in specious beds preserves her store, And keeps unmix’d the well-compacted ore; The spreading root a numerous race maintains 220 Of branching limbs, and far-extended veins: Thus, from its watery store, a spring supplies The lesser streams that round its fountain rise; Which bounding out in fair meanders play, And o'er the meads in different currents stray.
Methinks I see the rounded metal spread, To be ennobled with our monarch's head: