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Where the bleak Swifs their ftormy manfion


And. force a churlifh foil for fcanty bread;
No product here the barren hills afford, *
But man and ftefel, the foldier and his fword.
No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,
But winter lingering chills the lap of May;
No zephyr fondly fues the mountain's breafr,
But meteors glare, and ftormy glooms inveft.
Yet ftill, even here, content can fpread a

Redrefs the clime, and all its rage difarm.
Though poor the peafant's hut, his feafts though


He fees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To Thame the meanneis of his humble fhed; No cpftly lord the fumptuous banquet deal . To ma' e hiin loath his vegetable meal; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each with contracting, fits him to the foil. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from fhort repofe, Breathes thfc keen air, and carols as he goes; Willi patient angle trolls the finny deep, Or drives his vent'rous plough - fhare to the


Or feeks the den where fnow - tracks mark

» m >. 'the way,

And drags the ftruggling favage into day.
At night returning i| every labour fped,
He fits him down the monarch of a fhed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round furveys
His childrens' looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner , boaftful of her hoard,
Difplays her cleanly platter on the board:
Arid haply too fome pilgrim, thither led,
With many a tale repays the nightly bed.

Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot pafiion on his heart; And even thofe ills, that round his manfion rife Fnhance the blifs his fcanty fund fupplies. Dear is that fhed to which his foul conform; And dear that hill which lifts him to the ftorins And as a child, when fearing founds moleft. Clings clofe and clofer to the mother's breafi So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roai But bind him to his native mountains more.

Such are the charms to barren ftates a!

Their wants but few, their withes all connnd
Yet let them only fhare the praifes due.
If few their wants that ftirnulates the breaft,
Becomes a fource of pleafure when redreft.
Whence from fuchlands each pleafing fcience flies.
That Pirft excites defire, and then fupplies;
Unknown to them, when fenfual pleafures dor.
To fill the languid paufe with finer joy;
Unknown thofe powers that raife the foul to


Catch every nerve, and vibrate *hrough &e


Their level life is but a mouldering fire^
Unquench'd by want, unfann'd by ftrong cfefe;
Unfit for raptures, or, if raptures ch^eer ■
On foino high feftival of bnce a year, ■»
In wild excels the vulgar breaft takes fire,
Till, buried in debauch, th^ blifs expiue. .

But not their joys alone thus coarfely fl<Wi
Thoir inorals, like their pleafuror, are but low,
For, as relinement ftops, from lire to fon
Unalier'd unimprov'd the manners run;
And lov's and friendfhip's finely pointed dart
Fall blunted from each indurated heart.
Some fteraer virtues o'er the mountain's breaft

May fit, like falcons cowering on the neft;
But all the gentler irforals, fuch a play
Throuh life's more cultur'd walks, and charm

they way,

Thcfe, far difpers'd on Timorous pinions fly, To fport and flutter in a kinder fky.

To kinder Ikies where gentler manners reign, I turn; and France difplays her bright domain. Gay fprightly land of mirth and focial eafe, Pleas'd with thyfelf, whom all the world can


How often have I led thy fportive choir,
With tunelefs pipe, befide the murmuring

Loire i)?

Where fhading elms along the margin grew, And frefhen'd from the wave the zephyr flew, And haply, though my harfh touch fault'ring


Butmock'd all timg? and marr'd the dancer's fkill Yet would thef vi>lage praife my wonderous

■ power,

And dance, forgetfnl of the noon - tide hour.

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days

Have led their children through the mirthful

- - maze, And ifi? gay grandffre , fkill'd in geftic lore, Has frifk'd beneath the burthen of threefcore.

S*-hl€ft a life thefe thoughtlefs realms difplay, Thus idly bufy rolls their world away: Theirs are thofe arts that mind to mind endear, For honour forms the focial temper here. Honour, that praife which real merit gains,

i) Loire, ein beknnnter Ffafs Frankrcichs. Wit Jich Aer 1-cfex am dcr vtrangefchickten Diagrnphic Goldimith's erinnern wird, Jo ervahrte Jich diejir Dichitr evf ftrnen Wtrndtrnngen unter andexn indufcK, daft er «vf einem lajtrumaite J'pieltsi

Or even imaginary worth obtains,
Here paffes current; paid from hand to hand,
It fhifts in fplendid traffic round the land:
From courts, to camps, to cottages it ftrays,
And all are taught rfn avarice of praife;
They pleafe, are pleas'd, they give to get efteem
Till, Teeming bleft, they grow to what they


But while this fofter art their blifs fupplies, It gives their follies alfo room to rife; For praife too dearly lov'd, or warmly fought, Enfeebles all internal ftrength of thought. And the weak foul, wirhin itfelf unbleft, Leans for all pleafure on another's breaft. Hence oftentation here, with tawdry art, Pants for the vulgar praife which fools impart; Here vanity affumes her pert grimace, And trims her robes of frize with copper lace, Here beggar pride defrauds hejr daily cheer, To boaft one fplendid banquet bnce a year; The mind ftill turns where fhifting fafhion


Nor weighs the folid worth of felf applaufe.

To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embofom'd in the deep where Holland lies. IViethinl's her patient tons before me ftand. Where the broad ocean leans againft the land. And, sedulous to ftop the coming tidey^ Lift ihe tall rampire's artificial pride Onward methinks , and diligently flow, Th; firm connected bulwark feems to grow; Sp eads its long arms am id ft the watery roar, Scoop out an empire , and ufurps the fbore. While the. p^rt ocean riling o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him fmile; The flow canal, the yellow bloffom'd vale, The willow tufted bank, the gliding fail,

The crouded mart, the cultivated plain,
A new creation refcu'd from his reign.

Thus while around the wave - fubjected foil
Impels the native to repeated toil,
Induftrious habits in each bpfom reign,
And induftry begets a love of gain
Hence all the good from opulence that fprings,
With all thoTe ills fuperfluous treafure brings,
Are here difplay'd. Their much - lov'd wealth


Convenience, plenty, elegance , and arts;
But view them clofer, craft and fraud appear
Even liberty itfelf is barter'd here.
At gold's fuperior charms all freedom flies,
The needy fell it, and the rich man buys;
A land of tyrants, and a den, of flaves,
Here wretches feek difhonourable graves,
And calmly bent, to fervitude conform,
Dull as their lakes that Dumber in the ftorm.

Heavens! howXmlike their Belgic fires of old!
Hough, poor, content ungovernably bold;
War in each breaft, and freedom on each brow;
How much unlike the fons of Britain now!

Fir'd at the found, my genius fpreads her wing,

And flics where Britain courts the weftern fpring; Where lawns extend that fcorn Arcadian k) pride. And brighter ftreams than fam'd Hydafpis ') glide,

k) Arcadia, tint dttrch die Schb'nheit *nd Fruchtbarkeit ilirtr Gegenden beruhmte Provinz its alten Gritchtnlands.

I) Hydafpis, tin Flufs in Indien, dtr Jich von der Oftfeitt her in den Indus /first; er kommt in dtn Zugen Alexanders des Grofsen nor, daher hier das Beiwort fam'd. Vielleicht deutet unfer Dichter ganz befonders *uf das Efitheton hin, welches diefer Flufs beitn Horatt

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