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Shall then the wretch, whose dastard heart Shrinks at a tyrant's nobler part,

And only dares betray ; With reptile wiles, alas! prevail, Where force, and rage, and priest-craft fail,

To pilfer pow'r away?

O! shall the bought, and buying tribe,
The slaves who take, and deal the bribe,

A people's claims enjoy?
So Indian murd'rers hope to gain
The pow'rs, and virtues of the slain,

Of wretches they destroy.

" Avert it, Heav'n! you love the brave, “ You hate the treach'rous, willing slave,

“ The self-devoted head. “ Nor shall an hireling's voice convey “ That sacred prize to lawless sway,

" For which a nation bled."

Vain pray'r, the coward's weak resource !
Directing reason, active force,

Propitious Heaven bestows.
But ne'er shall flame the thund'ring sky,
To aid the trembling herd that fiy

Before their weaker foes.

In names there dwell no magic charms,
The British virtues, British arms

Unloos'd our fathers' band :
Say, Greece and Rome! if these should fail,
What names, what ancestors avail,

To save a sinking land ?

Far, far from us such ills shall be,
Mankind shall boast one nation free,

One monarch truly great :
Whose title speaks a People's choice,
Whose sovereign will a People's voice,

Whose strength a prosp'rous State.






Let who will climb the towery steep

Of sovereignty, with slippery strides,
Where, on the bosom of the deep

Below, the pitchy pinnace rides :
A death's head flag, unfurl'd to view,
Waves ghastly ; and a

able crew Gaze from the deck, and seem to wait, Dash'd down the pointed rocks, the rash unfortunate.

Mine be the low and level way,

Amid the quiet vale to stray. Safe in some sylvan lodge to dwell,

And lull'd by the clear stream that speeds

By shallow fords to rustling reeds,
And small lakes, fring'd with homely asphodel.

There sits the calm, the rural sage,

With nature's volume fair in view;
And meditates the shining page

Replete with wonders ever new :
While Wisdom points on either hand,
Where plants, and herbs, and flow'rets stand

In emerald groves, and shadowy glades,
In furzy moors, or musky-smelling meads.

Truth, in her liquid glass serene,

To him explains each moral scene : Oft, in the downward skies, a train

Of tinsel insect he surveys,

Or glow-worm, with fallacious blaze, Just emblem of court greatness, frail and vain.

Oft in his woodland walk he stops to mark

The spirited and youthful lark,
Warn’d by the dawning in the dappled east,

Lift his melodious flight thro' upper air ;
Late the low tenant of the rushy nest

Now sings unrivallid in his radiant sphere. The pondering Hermit then sees Merit roam, Above the nurslings of the courtly dome, On Glory's sparkling wheels, rais'd from its hum

ble dome.

First of the families of fame,

That Rome's imperial city grace, From rural huts and hamlets came

The Fabian and Fabrician race;
With that firm judge that could contemn
And banish the proud diadem.
To Sabine fields she owes the vine,
Whose tendrils yet round Virtue's column twine;

Which braves Oppression's wintry breath,
And stand the icy touch of Death.

The leafless flock, that Fortune dooms

To wither, with returning spring

(While the glad flocks of Freedom sing) Profuse of promis’d sweets, with double vigour


Hark! hark! 'tis Brutus' name I hear,

Join’d with his fair, heroic bride ;
To Honour's hallow'd fane they steer

Along the favourable tide ;
To her and Safety there to place
The tablet, vow'd to human race :

Blow, every kind and gentle gale
Of gratitude, and fan the swelling sail.

High on a fleecy couch reclin’d,

Of white and amber clouds confin'd, Rome's genius lifts his august head;

Now slow descending nearer draws,

Hail'd with the popular applause,
And bids the solemn pageantry proceed.
Go, the triumphal ornaments display :
Ye sacred Salii lead the way:
Next led the order of Patrician blood,

In awful march a num'rous train compose,
And follow'd by the jubilating crowd ;

As Cybelé thro' Phrygian cities goes, Majestic, and with golden turrets crown'd: A hundred gods her gorgeous car surround, A thousand tongues acclaim; the clanging cym

bals sound.

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