Or where Campania's e) plain forsaken lies,
A weary wafte expanding to the skies;
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to fee,
My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee:
Still to my brother turns, with ceafelefs pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Eternal bleffings crown my earliest friend,
And round his dwelling guardian faints attend;
Bleft be that spot, where chearful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
Bleft that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger finds a ready chair:
Bleft be those feasts with fimple plenty crown'd
Where all the ruddy family around

Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,
Or ligh with pity at fome mournful tale;
Or prefs the bashful stranger to his food.
And learn the luxury of doing good.

But me, not deftin'd fuch delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care: Impell'd, with steps uncealing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone. And find no fpot of all the world my own.

Ev'n now, where Alpine folitudes afcend, I fit me down a penfive hour to spend; And, plac'd on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear; Lakes, forefts, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.

e) Campaa. Der Dichter meint wohl nicht die Provinz diefes Namens im alten Italien, welche gegenwärtig Terra di Lavoro heifst, fordern den Theil des Kir chenftaats, welcher Campagna di Roma heifst, Schlecht augebaut ist.

und

When thus creation's charms around combine, Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine? Say, fhould the philofophic mind disdain

That good which makes each humbler bofom

vain?

Let fchool taught pride diffemble all it can,
Thefe little things are great to little man;
And wifer he, whofe fympathetic mind
Exults in all the good of all mankind.
Ye glittering towns, with wealth and splendour
crown'd;

Ye fields, where fummer fpreads profufion round;
Ye lakes, whofe veffels catch the bufy gale;
Ye bending fwains, that dress the flowery vale;
For me your tributary stores combine:
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine.
As fome lone miser, visiting his store,
Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er;
Hoards after hoards his rifling raptures fill,
Het ftill he fighs, for hoards are wanting fstill:
Thus to my breaft alternate paffions rife,
leas'd with each good that Heav'n to
Lupplies:

man

et oft a figh prevails, and forrows fall, to fee the hoard of human bliss so small; And oft I wifh, amidst the scene, to find Come fpot to real happiness confign'd, There my worn foul, each wandering hope at reft, ay gather blifs to fee my fellows bleft.

But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know? he fhudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone oldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his ftormy feas, and his long nights of revelry and ease; The naked negro, panting at the line,

Boafts of his golden fands and palmy wine,
Balks in the glare, or Items the tepid wave,
And thanks his gods for all the good thy gave.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, beft country, ever is at home.
And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare,
And eftimate the bleflings which they fhare,
Though patriots flatter, ftill fhall wisdom find
An equal portion dealt to all mankind;
As different good, by art or nature given,
To different nations makes their bleffings even.
Nature: a mother kind alike to all,
Still grants her blifs at labour's earnest call;
With food as well the peafant is fupply'd
On Idra's f) cliffs as Arno's g) fhelvy fide;
And though the rocky crefted fummits frown,
Thefe rocks, by cuítom, turn to beds of dow
From art more various are the bleflings fent;
Wealth, commerce, honour, liberty, content.
Yet thefe each other's power fo ftrong contest,
That either feems deftructive of the reft.
Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment
fails;

And honour finks where commerce long prevails.
Hence
state to one lov'd bleffing prone,
every
Conforms and models life to that alone.

Each to the fav'rite happiness attends,
And fpurns the plan that aims at other ends;
Till carried to excefs in each domain,
This fav'rite good begets peculiar pain.

f) Idra; vermuthlich ist der Flecken diefes Namens im Schwedischen Thallande, einer gebirgigen Gegend, ge

meint.

g) Arno, ein im Apenninifchen Gebirge entspringender Flufs Italiens, der fich bei Pifa in das Meer ergiefst. Der Dichter giebt ihm das Beiwort shelvy wegen sei. ner jahen, Ufer.,

But let us try these truths with clofer eyes,
And trace them through the profpect as it lies:
Here for a while my proper cares refign'd.
Here let me fit in forrow for mankind;
Like yon neglected fhrub at random caft,
That Thades the steep, and fighs at every blaft.
Far to the right where Appennine h) af-
cends,

Bright as the fummer, Italy extends;
Its uplands floping deck the mountain's fide,
Woods over woods in gay theatric pride;
While oft fome temple's mould'ring tops between
With venerable grandeur mark the fcene.

Could nature's bounty fatisfy the breaft,

The fons of Italy were furely bleft.

Whatever fruits in different climes were found,
That proudly rife, or humbly court the ground;
Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear,
Whole bright fucceffion decks the varied year;
Whatever Tweet falute the northern fky
With vernal lives, that bloffom but to die;
Thefe here difporting own the kindred foil,
Nor afk luxuriance from the planter's toil;
While fea-born gales their gelid wings expand
To winnow fragrance round the fmiling land.

But Imall the blifs that fenfe alone bestows,
And fenfual blifs is all the nation knows.
In florid beauty groves and fields appear,
Man feems the only growth that dwindles here.
Contrasted faults through all his manners reign:
Though poor, luxurious; though submissive, vain;
Though grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue;
And even in penance planning fins anew.
All evils here contaminate the mind,

h) Die Apenninen, eine bekannte Gebirgsketts, die durch ganz Italien geht.

That opulence departed leaves behind;

For wealth was theirs, not far remo'vd the date, When commerce proudly flourish'd through the state;

At her command the palace learnt to rife, Again the long-fall'n column fought the skies; The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. Till more unsteady than the fouthern gale, Commerce on other fhores display'd her fail; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave, But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave: And late the nation found with fruitless skill Its former strength was but plethoric ill.

Yet, ftill the lofs of wealth is here supplied By arts, the fplendid wrecks of former pride; From these the feeble heart and long - fallen mind

An easy compensation seem to find.

Here may be feen, in bloodless pomp array'd
The paste board triumph and the cavalcade;
Proceffions form'd for piety and love,
A mistress or a faint in every grove.

By fports like these are all their cares beguild,
The fports of children fatisfy the child;
Each nobler aim, represt by long controul.
Now finks at laft, or feebly mans the foul;
While low delights fucceeding faft behind,
In happier meanels occupy the mind:

As in those domes, where Caefars once bore fway,
Defac'd by time and tott'ring in decay,
There in the ruin, heedlefs of the dead,
The fhelter feeking pealant builds his fhed;
And, wondering man could want the larger pile,
Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.

My foul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display,