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For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her ev'ning care:
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has e:
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke !
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor. .
The boast of Heraldry, the pomp of Pow'r,
And all that Beauty, all that Wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
If Mem'ry o'er their tombs no trophies raise,
Where through the long drawn aisle, and fretted vault,
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Can storied urn, or animated bust,
Back to it's mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death?
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ;.
Chill Penury repress'd their noble

rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear :
Full many a flow'r is born to blush unseen,
And waste it's sweetness on the desert air...

Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Th' applause of list’ping senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their histry in a nation's eyes,
Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib'd alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd;
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind;
The struggling pangs of conscious truth to bide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray ;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.
Yet ev’n these bones from insult to protect,
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Their names, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply;
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic nioralist to die.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing auxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind
On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires ;
Ev’n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires.

For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,
Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
“ Oft have we seen him at the peep, of dawn,.
“ Brushing with hasty steps the dew away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
“There at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
" That wreathes it's old fantastic roots so high,
“ His listless length at noontide would he stretchi,
“ And pore upon the brook that bubbles by.
“ Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,

Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove;
“ Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,
“ Or craz’d with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
“ One morn, I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill,

Along the heath, and near his fav’rite tree; Another came, nor yet beside the rill, “ Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, “ Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne,

Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, “ Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."

THE EPITAPH.
HERE rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown :
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did. a recompense as largely send :
He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear ;
He gain'd from Heav'n; 'twas all he wish'd; a friend..
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode ;
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God.

GRAY. CHAP. XI.

WARRINGTON ACADEMY.

MARK where it's simple front yon mansion rears,
The

nursery of men for future years !
Here callow chiefs and embryo statesmen lie,
And unfledgʻd poets short excursions try;
While Mersey's gentle current, which too long
By fame neglected, and unknown to song,
Between his rushy banks (no poet's theme)
Had crept inglorious, like a vulgar stream,
Reflects th' ascending seats with conscious pride,
And dares to emulate a classic tide.
Soft music breathes along each op'ning shade,
And sooths the dashing of his rough cascade.
With niystic lines his sands are figur'd o'er,
And circles trac'd upon the letter'd shore.
Beneath his willows rove th' inquiring youth,
And court the fair majestic form of truth.
Here Nature opens all her secret springs,
And Heav'n-born Science plumes her eagle wings;
Too long had bigot Rage, with malice swell’d,
Crush'd her strong pinions, and her flight withheld;
Too long to check her ardent progress strove :
So writhes the serpent round the bird of Jove,
Hangs on her flight, restrains her tow'ring wing,
Twists it's dark folds, and points it's venom'd sting.
Yet still, if aught aright the Muse divine,
Her rising pride shall mock the vain design ;
On sounding pinions yet aloft shall soar,
And through the azure deep untravell’d paths explore..
Where Science smiles, the Muses join the train,
And gentlest arts and purest nianners reign.

Ye gen'rous Youth, who love this studious shade,
How rich a field is to your hopes display'd !
Knowledge to you unlocks the classic page,
And virtue blossoms for a better age.
0, golden days! O, bright unvalued hours!
What bliss (did ye but know that bliss) were yours!

With richest stores your glowing bosoms fraught,
Perception quick, and luxury of thought;
The high designs, that heave the lab'ring soul,
Panting for fame, impatient of control;
And fond enthusiastic thought, that feeds
On pictur'd tales of vast heroic deeds ;
And quick affections, kindling into flame
At virtue's or their country's honour'd name;
And spirits light, to ev'ry joy in tune ;
And friendship, ardent as a summer's noon;
And gen'rous scorn of vice's venal tribe ;
And proud disdain of int’rest's sordid bribe ;
And conscious honour's quick instinctive sense ;
And smiles unforc'd; and easy confidence;
And vivid fancy; and clear simple truthı ;
And, all the mental bloom of vernal youth.

How bright the scene to Fancy's eye appears
Through the long perspective of distant years,
When this, this little group their country calls
From academic shades and learned halls,
To fix her laws, her spirit to sustain,
And light up glory through her wide domain!
Their various tastes in diff'rent arts display'd,
Like temper'd harmony of light and shade,
With friendly union in one mass shall blend,
And this adorn the state, and that defend.
These the sequester'd shade shall cheaply please,
With learned labour and inglorious ease;
While those, impell’d by some resistless force,
O'er seas and rocks shall

urge

their vent'rous course ; Rich fruits, matur'd by glowing suns, behold, And China's groves of vegetable gold; From ev'ry land the various harvest spoil, And bear the tribute to their native soil ; But tell each land (while every toil tliey share, Firm to sustain, and resolute to dare) Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And Souls are ripen'd in our northern sky.

Some pensive creep along the shelly shore, Unfold the silky texture of a flow'r,

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