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By age when summond to resign his breath, He follows but where Nature points the road,
Calm, and serene, he sees approaching death, Rising in virtue's school, till he ascends to God.
As the safe port, the peaceful silent shore, Bu we, th' inglorious cominon herd of Man,
Where he way rest, life's telious voyage o'er : Sail withont compass, toil without a plan;
He, and he ovly, is of death afraid,

In Fortune’s varying storms for ever tost,
Whom his own conscience has a coward made ; Shadows pursuc, that in pursuit are lost;
Whilst he who Virtue's radiant course has run, Mere infants all till life's extremest day,
Descends like a serenely-setting sun,

Scrambling for toys, then tossing them away.
His thoughts triumphant Heaven alone employs, Who rests of In;mortality assur'd
And hope anticipates his future joys.

Is safe, whatever ills are here endur'd;
Sogool, joblesi th’illustrious * Hough we find, He hopes not vainly in a world like this,
Whose image dwells with pleasure on my mind, To meet with pure uninterrupted bliss ;
The Mitre's glory, Freedoni's constant friend, For good and ill in this imperfect state,
In times which ask'd a champion to defend ; Are ever mix'd by the decrees of fate,
Who after near an hundred virtuous years,

With Wisdom's richest harvest Folly grows,
His senses perfect, free from pains and fears, And baleful hemlock ningles with the rose;
Replete with life, with honors, and with age, All things are blended, changeable, and vain,
Like an applandei actor left the stage : No hope, no wis!), we perfecily obtain;
Or like some victor in the Olympic games, God may perhaps (might human Reason's line
Who, haviny run his course, ihe crown of glory Pretend tu fathom infinite design)

Have thus or win'd things, that the restless inind From this just contrast plainly it appears, No happiness complete on earth may find; How conscience can inspire both hopes and fears: And, by this friendly chastisement made wise, But whence proceed these hopes, or 'n hence this To heav'n her satest best retreat may rise. • dread,

Come then, since now in safety we have pass'd If nothing really cin affect the dead?

Thro' Error's rocks, and see the port at last; See all things join to promise, and presage Let us review and ricollect the whole. -The sure arrival of a future age !

Thus slands my argument.-The thinking soul
Whate'er their lot is here the good and wise (annot terrestrial or material be,
Nor doat on life, nor peevishly despise.

But claims by Nature Immortality;
An honest man, when Fortune's storms begin, God, who created it, can make it end,
Has consolation always sure within ;

We question not, but cannot apprehend
And if she sends a more propitions gale, He will; because it is by him endued
He's pleas'd, but not forgetful it may fail. With strong ideas of all-perfect Good;
Nor fear that he who sits so loose to life, With wond'rous pow'rs to know and calculate
Should too much shuri its labors and its strife ; Things too remoie from this our earthly state!
And scoring wealth, contented to be mean, With sure presages of a life to come ;
Shrink froin the duties of this bustling scene; All false and useless, if beyond the tomb
Or, when his country's safety claims his aid, Our beings cease: we therefore can't believe
Avoid the fight, inglorious and afraid : God either acts in vain, or can deceive.
Who scorns life most must surely bę most brave, If ev'ry rule of equity demands,
And he who pow'r contenins, be least a slave: That Vice and Virtile from the Almighty's hands
Virtue will lead him to Ambition's ends, Should due rewards and punishments receive,
And prompt him to defend his country and his And this by no means happens whilst we live;

But still his merit you cannot regard, [friends. It follows, that a time must surely come,
Who thus pursues a posthumous reward ; When each shall meet their well-adjusted doom:
His sonl, you cry, is uncorrupt and great, Then shall this scene which now to buman sight
Who quite uninfluenc'd by a future state, Seems so unworthy Wisz!oin infinite,
Embrices Virtue from a nobler sense

A system of consummate skill appcar,
Of her abstracted, native excellence.

And ev'ry cloud dispers'd, be beanviful and clear. From the self-conscious joy her essence brings, Doubi we of this? What solid proof remains, The beauty, fitness, harmony of things. That o'er the world a wise Disposer reigns ? It may be so: yet he deserves applause, Whilst all creation speaks a pow'r divine, Who follows where instructive Nature draws ; Is it dcficient in the main design? Aims at rewards by her indulgence giv'n, Not só: the day shall come, (pretend not now And soars triumphamt on her wings to heav'n. Presumptucu: to inquire or when, or how Say what this vénal virtuous man pursues ;

But) after death shall come th' important day, No mean rewards, no mercenary views; When God to all his justice shall display; Not wealth usurious, or a num'rous train, Each ac:ion with impartial eves regard, Not fame by fraved acquir'd, or title vain! And in a just proporrion punish and reward.

* Bishop of Worcester.







$1. The Traveller ; or, a Prospect of Society. Lakes, forests, cities, plains, extending wide, Inscribed to the Rev. Nir. H. Goldsinith. The pompotkings, the shepherd's humbler pride.

When ihusCreation'scharms around combine, By Dr. Goldsmith.

Amidst obe store should thankless pride repine? EMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Say, shoulel the philosophic mind disdain[rain) Or ontvard, where the rude Carinthian boor Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, Against the houseless stranger shuts the door : These little things are great to little man ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, And wiser he, whose sympathetic mind A weary waste expanding to the skies : Exults in all the good of all mankind. (crownd: Where'er I roamn, whatever realms to'see, Ye glitt'ring towns, with wealth and splendor My heart, untravell’d, fondly turns to thee : Ye ficlelo, where summer spreads profusion round; Stíll to niy brother turns, with censeless pain, Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale; And drags, at each remove, a length’ning chain. Ye bending swains, that dress the powry vale ;

Eternal blessings crown my carliest friend, For ne your tributary stores combine : And round his dwelling guardian saints attend; Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! Bless'd be that spot where cheerful guests retire, As some lone miser visiting his store, To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire; Bends at his treasure, counts, recunnts it o'er;: Bless'd that abode where want and pain repair, Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair: Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still: Bless'd be those feasts,with simple plentycrown'd, Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, [plies: Where all the ruddy family around

Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supLangh at the jest or pranks that never fail, Yet ofi a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; To see the hoard of human bliss so small; Or

press the bushful stranger to his tood, And ofi I wish, amidst the scene, to find And learn the luxury of doing good! Some spot to real happiness consign'd,

But me, not destin'd snch delights to share, Where irty worn soul, each wand'ring hope atrest, My prime of life in wand'ring spent, and care; May gather bliss to see my fellows blest. Impell’d, with steps unceasing pursue

But where to find that happiest spot below, Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view; Who can direct, when all pretend to know; That, like the circle bonnding earth and skiei, The shudu'ring tenant of the frigid zone Allures from far, yet as I follow flies; Boldly proclains that happiest spot his own; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, Extols ihe treasures of his stormy scas, And find no spot of all the world my own. And his long nights of revelry and ease :

E’en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, The naked negro, panting at the fine, I sit ne down a pensive hour to spend ; Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; And plac'd on high, above the storms career, Basks in the glure, or stems the tepid wave, Loek downward whereanlıundred realisappear; And thanks luis sods for all the good they gave.



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Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam : The canvas glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm:
His first, best country, ever is at home. The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form;
And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, Till, more wisieady thau the southern gale,
And estimate the blessings which they share, Commerce on other shores display'd her sail ;
Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find While nought remain'd of all that riches gave,
An equal portion dealt to all mankind; But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave:
As different good, by art or nature given, And late the nation found, with fruitless skill,
To different nations, makes their blessings even. Its forner strength was but plethoric ill.
Nature, a mother kind alike to all,

Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied Sull grants her bliss at labor's earnest call; By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; With food as well the peasant is supplied From these the feeble heart and long-fall'n mind On Idra's cliffs as Amo's shelvy side;

An easy compensation seem 10 hind. And tho' the rocky-crested summits frown, Here inay be scen, in bloodless pomp array'd, These rocks by custom turn to beds of down. The pasteboard iriumph, and the cavalcade; From art more various are the blessings sent; l'rucussions form’d for piety and love, Wealth, commerce, honor, liberty, content. A mistress or a saint in ev'ry grove. Yet these each other's pow'r so strong contest, By sports like these are all their cares beguild, That either seems destructive of the rest. [fails; The sports of children satisfy the child : Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment Lach nobler aim, repress'd by long control, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; Hence ev'ry state, to one lov'd blessing prone, While low delights, succeeding fast behind, Conforms and models life to that alone. In happier nieanness occupy the mind :Each to the fav'rite happiness attends,

As in ihose domes where Cæsars once bore sway, And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; Defac'd by time, and tou’ring in decay, Till carried to excess in each domain,

There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, This fav'rite good begets peculiar pain. The shelter-secking peasant builds his shed;

But let us try these truths with closer eyes, And, wondering man could want the larger pile, And trace them through the prospect as it lies: Esults, and owns his coitage with a smile. llere for a while, my proper cares resign'd, My sonl, turn from them--turn we to survey Here let me sit, in sorrow for mankind; Where rougher climes a nobler race display ; Like yon neglecter! shrub at random cast, Where the bleakSwiss their stormymansiontread, That shades the steep, and sighs at ev'ry blast. And force a churlish soil for scanty bread :

Far to the right, where Apennine ascends, No product here the barren hills afford. Bright as the summer, Italy exiends ;

But man and stiel, the soldier and his sword. Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side, No vernal blooms ih ir' torpid rocks array, Woods over woods in gay theatric pride; But winter ling’ring chills the lap of May; Whileoft some temple's mould'ring tops between No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, With venerable grandeur mark the scene. But mieteors glare, and storiny glooms invest:

Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, Yet still e'en here Content can spread a charm, The sons of Italy were surely blest.

Reclress the clime, and all its rage disarm.
Whatever fruits in different climes are found, Tho'poor the peasant's hut, his feast tho' small,
That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground; He sees his little lot the lot of all;
Whatever blooms in torrid iracts appear, Sees no contiguous palace rcar its head,
Whose bright succession decks the varied year; To shame the meanness of his humble shell ;
Whatever sweets salute the northern sky No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal,
With vernal lives, that blossom but to die: To make him loath his veetable meal ;
These here disporting, own the kindred soil, But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil,
Vor ask luxariance from the planter's toil ; Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, Cheerful at mor he wakes from short repose,
Towinnow fragrance round the smiling land. Breathes the keen air, and carols as lie goes;

But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, With patient angle trolls the finny deep,
And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. Or drives his vent'rous ploughshare to the stoep;
In florid krauty groves and fields appear, Or seeks the den where show-tracks mark the
Man seems the only growth that dwirdles here. And drags the struggling savage into «lay. [way,
Contrasted faults through all his manners reign: At night returning, ev'ry Lulvor spel,
Tho' poor, luxurious ; tho' submissive, vain; He siis him down the niorarch of a shed;
Tho' grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, ind round surveys
And e'en in penance planning sins anew. His chillren's looks, that brighten ai the bláze;
All evils here contaminate the mind,

While his lov'd partner, boasiful of her hoard,
That opulence departed leaves behind ; Displays lier cleanly platter on the board:
For wealth was theirs; not far remov'd the date, And haply too some pilgrim, thither led,
When commerce proudly Hourishi'd through the With many a tale renays the nightly bed.
At her command the palace learn'd to rise, [state: Thus ev'ry good liis native wilds inpart,
Aguin the long-fall'a column sought the skies : Imprints the patriot passion on his healt;

And e'en those hills that round his mansion rise, They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteein;
Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seeni.
Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, But while this sofier art their bliss supplies,
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; It gives their follies also rooni to rise ;
And as a child; when scaring sounds molest, For praise too dearly lov'd, or warmly sought,
Clings close and closer to the mother's breast; Enfeebles all internal strength of thought;
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, And the weak soul, within itself unblest, ,
But bind him to his native mountains more. Leans for all pleasure on another's breast,

Such are the charins to barren states assign'd: Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art,
Their wants but few, their wishies all contin'd. Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart:
Yet let them only share the praises due; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace,
If few their wants, their pleasures are but few : And trims her robes of frize with copper-lace;
For ev'ry want that stimulates the breast, Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest. (Aies, To boast one splendid banquet once a-year;
Whence froin such lands each pleasing science Themind stillturns where shifting fashiondraws,
That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Nor weighs the solid worth of self-applause.
Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To men of other minds my fancy flies,
To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Embosound in the deep where Holland lies.
Unknown those pow'rs that raise the soul toflame, Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Catch ev'ry nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Where the broad occan leans against the land;
Their level life is but a mould'ring fire, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide,
Unquench’d by want, unfann'd by strong desire; Lift the tall ranpire's artificial pride.
Uutit for raptures; or, if raptures cheer Ouward methinks, and diligently slow,
On some high festival of once a year,

The firin counected bulwark seerys to grow; In wild excess the vulgar breast iakes fire, Spreads its long arms amidst the wat'ry roar, Till buried in debauch the bliss expire. Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore;

But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow; While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile,
Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low: Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile;
For, as refinement stops, from sire to son, The slow canal, the yellow-blossom'd vale,
Unalter’d, vnimprov'd, the manners run ; The willow-tufied bank, the gliding sail,
And love's and friendship's finely, pointed dart The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,
Falls blunted from each indurated heart. A new creation rescued from his reign.
Some sterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil
May sit like falcons cow'ring on the nest; Impels the native to repeated toil,
But all the gentler morals, such as play (way: Industrious habits in each bosom reign,
Thro’ life's more cultur'd walks, and charin the And industry begets a love of gain.
These far dispers’d, or timorous pinions tly, llence all the good from opulence that springs,
To sport and Hutter in a kinder sky.

With all those ills superfluous treasure brings,
To kinder skies, where gentler nianners reign, Are heredisplay'd. Their much-lov'd wealth iin.
I turn, -and France displays her bright domain. Convenience, plenty, elegance, and arts ; [parts
Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease, But view them closer, craft and fraud appear;
Pleas'il with thyself whom all the world can E'en liberty itself is barter'd here!
How often have I led thy sportive choir, (please, At gold's superior charnis all freedom fies;
With tuneless pipe, beside the murm'ring Loire! The needy sell it, and the rich man buys;
Where shading elms along the margin grew, A land of tyravts, and a den of slaves,
And freshen'd from the wave, the zephyr few; Here wretches seek dishonorable graves.
And haply, tho' my harsh touch falt'ring still, And calmly bent, to servitude conform,
But mock'd all tune, and marr’d the dancer's skill, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm,
Yet would the village praise my wond'rous pow's, Heavens! how unlike their Belgic sires of old!
And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour! Roug!ı, poor, content, ungovernably bold;
Alike all ages: dames of antient days

War in each breast, and freedom on each brow; Have led their children thro' the mirthful nraze; How much unlike the sons of Britain now! And the gay grandsire, skilld in gestic lore, Fir'dat the sound, my Genius spreads herwing, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. And flies where Britain courts the western spring:

So blest a life these thoughtless realms display, Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride;
Thus idly busy rolls their world away: And brighter streams than fam’d Hydaspes glide:
Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, There all around the gentlest breezes stray,
For honor forms the social temper here. There gentle music melts on ev'ry spray:
Honor, that praise which real merit gains, Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd;
Or c'en imaginary worth obtains,

Extremes are only in the master's mind!
Here passes current; paid from hand to band : Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state,
It shifis in splendid traffic round the land : With daring aims irregularly great:
From courts to camips, to cottages, it strays, Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
And all are taught an avarice of praise : I see the lords of human kind pass by ;

Intent on high designs a thoughtful'band, Till, half a patriot, half a coward grown,
By forms unfastion's fresh froin nature's hand; I Hy from petty tyrarıts to the throne,
Fierce'i their native hardiness of soul,

Yes, brother, cirse with me that baleful hour; True to imagin'd right above control :

When first ambition struck at regal pow'r, While e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan, And thus, polluting honor in its source, And learns to venerate himself as man.

Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force. Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictur'd Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled shore, here,

Her useful sous exchang'd for useless ore ; Thine are those charms, that dazzle and endear; Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste, 'Too ble-t indeed were snch without alloy, But foster'd e'en by Frecelom ills annoy.

Like Haring tapers, brightning as they waste ; That independence Britons prize too high,

Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Keeps man from inan, and breaks the social tie; And over fields, whiere scatter'd hamlets rose,

Lead stern Depopulation in her train,
The self-dependent lordlings stand alone ;
All claims that bind and siveeten life unknown ; Have we not seen at Pleasure's lordly call,

In barren solitary pomp repose ?
Here, by the bonds of Nature feebly held,
Ninds combat minds, repelling and repellid.

The smiling long-frequcnted village fall?

Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay'd, Ferments arise, imprison'd factious roar,

The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Repress'd ambition struggles round her shore; Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, Till, over-wrought, the general system feels

To traverse climes beyond the western main ; lis motions stop, or phrenzy fire the wheels. Vor this the worst. As Nature's ties decay, And Ningara stuns with thund'ring sound?

Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around As duty, love, and honor fail to sway, Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, Thro' tangled forests, and thru' dangerous ways';

Een now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe.

Where beasts with inan divided empire clain, Hence all obedience bow's to these alone,

And the brown Indian niarks with murd'rousaine, And talents sinks, and nerit weeps unknown; There, while above the giddy tempest Hies, Till time may come, when stripp'd of all her And all around distressful yells arise,

charms, The land of scholars and the nurse of arms,

The pensive exile, bending with his woc, Where noble stems transmit the patriot Hame,

To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrote for And bids his bosom sympathize with inine.

Casts a long look where England's glories shine One sink of lerel avarice shall lie, [faine, And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonor'd lie.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find Yet think not thus, when I'reedom's ills I state, Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose,

That bliss which only centres in the mind ? I mean to Aatter kings, or court the great : Ye pow'rs of truth that bid my soul aspire,

To seek a good cach government bestows? Far from my bosom drive the low desire!

In ev'ry government, tho' terrors reign, And thou fáir Freedom, taught alike to feel

Though iyrant kings or tvrant laws restrain,

How small, of all that human hearts endure, The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel ;

That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Thou transitory flow'r, alike undone

Still to ourselves in ev'ry place consign'd,
By proud Contempt, or Favor's fost'ring sun,
Still may thy bloonis the changeful clime endure, With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,

Our own felicity we make or find :
I only would repress them to secure :
For just experience tells, in ev'ry soil,

Glides the sinooth current of domestic joy: That those who think must govern those who toil; Luke's iron crown, and Dainiens' bed of steel,

The lified ax, the agonizing wheel, And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach, To men remote from pow'r but rarely known, Is but to lay proportion'd loads on each.

Leave reason,

faith, and conscience, allour own. Hence, should one order disproportion'd grow, Its double weight must ruin all below.

(), then, how blind to all that truth requires, Who think it freedom when a part aspires,

$ 2. The Deserted l'illage. Goldsmith. Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms, Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village

the plain, Except when fast approaching danger warms: Where health and plenty cheer'd the laboring But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, swain ; Contracting regal pow'r to stretch their own; Where smiling spring its carliest visit paid, When I be hold a factious band agree And parting summer's ling'ring blooms clelay'd ; To call it freedom when themselves are free ; Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease, Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, Scats of my youth when ev'ry sport could please, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, The wealth of climes, where satage nations where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! roan,

How often have I pans'd on ev'ry charm, Pillag‘d from slaves, to purchase slaves at home; The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, Fear, pity, justice, indignation start, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, [hill, Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart; The decent church that topp'd the neighb'ring

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