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About the globe th’ admired coin shall run, And make the circle of its parent sun.
How are thy realms, triumphant Britain, blest!/32 Enrich'd with more than all the distant west T Thy sons, no more betray'd with hopes of gain, Shall tempt the dangers of a faithless main, Traffic no more abroad for foreign spoil, Supplied with richer from their native soil. — To Dovey's flood shall numerous traders come, Employ'd to fetch the British bullion home, To pay their tributes to its bounteous shore, Returning laden with the Cambrian ore. Her absent fleet Potosi's race shall mourn, 242 And wish in vain to see our sails return; Like misers heaping up their useless store, Starv’d with their wealth, amidst their riches poor. Where-e'er the British banners are display’d, The suppliant nations shall implore our aid:– Till thus compell'd, the greater worlds confess Themselves oblig'd, and succour’d by the less.
How Cambria’s mines were to her offspring known, Thus sacred verse transmits the story down: Merlin, a bard of the inspired train, _/32 . With mystic numbers charm'd the British plain; Belov’d by Phoebus, and the tuneful mine, His song was sacred, and his art divine: As on Sabrina’s fruitful banks he stood, His wonderous verse restrain'd the listening flood;.
The stream’s bright Goddess rais'd her awful head,
And to her cave the artful shepherd led.
Her swift-decending steps the youth pursues,
And rich in ore the spacious mountain views.
In beds distinét the well-rang'd metals lay,
Dispersing rays, and counterfeiting day.
The silver, shedding beams of orient light,
Struck with too fierce a glare his aking sight;
Like rising flames the ruddy copper show’d,
And spread its blushes o'er the dark abode: /4,
Profuse of rays, and with unrivall'd beams,
The liquid silver flow’d in restless streams:
Nor India’s sparkling gems are half so bright,
Nor waves above, that shine with heavenly light;
When thus the Goddess spake; harmonious Youth,
'Rever'd for numbers fraught with sacred truths
Belov’d by heaven! attend while I relate
The fix’d decree, and dark events of fate.
Conceal’d these treasures lie in nature's womb,
For future times, and ages yet to come. /.
When many long revolving years are run,
A hero shall ascend the British throne,
Whose numerous triumphs shall Augusta grace,
In arms renown'd, ador'd for plenteous peace.
Beneath his sway a generous youth shall rise,
With virtues blest, in happy councils wise; -
Rich with the spoils of learning's various store,
Commanding arts, yet still acquiring more.
He, with success, shall enter this abode,
And nature trace in paths before untrod; – , &’
The smiling offspring from her womb remove,
And with her entrails glad the realms above.
O Youth, reserv’d by more auspicious fate,
With fam'd improvements to oblige the state
By wars impoverish'd, Albion mourns no more,
Thy well-wrought mines forbid her to be poor:
The earth, thy great exchequer, ready lies,
Which all defect of failing funds supplies;
Thou shalt a nation’s pressing wants relieve,
Not war can lavish more than thou canst gives;e
This, Mackworth, fixes thy immortal name, The muse's darling, and the boast of fame; No greater virtues on record shall stand, Than thus with arts to grace, with wealth enrich the land.
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Thrice welcome to the balmy air ar
From sulph’rous damps in caverns deep, cr
Where subterranean thunders sleep, or
Or, wak’d with dire Aetnean sound
Bellow the trembling mountain round, on o
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Till to the frighted realms of day
Thro' flaming mouths they force their way;
From bursting streams, and burning rocks,
From nature's fierce intestine shocks; we ,
From the dark mansions of despair, 2 o
Welcome once more to light and airl
But why explore that world of night
Conceal’d till then from female sight
Such grace and beauty why confine –
One moment to a dreary mine :
Was it because your curious eye The secrets of the earth would spy, How intervein'd rich minerals glow, How bubbling fountains learn to flow 22 so - o Or rather that the sons of day - Already own'd your rightful sway, . . . . " And therefore, like young Ammon, You Another world would fain subdue
What tho' sage Prospero attend,
or While You the cavern'd hill descend,
Tho’, warn’d by him, with bended head
You shun the shelving roof, and tread
2- With cautious foot the rugged way,
While tapers strive to mimic day 3 °
Tho' he with hundred gates and chains
The Daemons of the mine restrains,
To whom their parent, jealous Earth,
To guard her hidden stores gave birth,
At which, while kindred Furies sung,
v / Tho' boiling with vain rage they sit
Fix'd to the bottom of the pit,
While at his beck the Spirits of air
With breath of heaven their taints repair;42
Or if they seek superior skies,
Thro' ways assign'd by him they rise,
Troop after troop at day expire
In torments of perpetual fire;