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The story done,

Their setting Sun,
Serenely smiling down the west,

In soft decay,

They drop away;
And Honour leads them to their rest.

Unhappy they!

And falsely gay!
Who bask for ever in success;

A constant feast

Quite palls the taste,
And long enjoyment is distress.

What charms us inost,

Our joy, our boast, Familiar, loses all its gloss;

And gold refin'd

The sated mind
Fastidiuus turns to perfect dross.

When, after toil,

His native soil
The panting mariner regains,

What transport flows

From bare repose !
We reap our pleasure from our pains.

Ye warlike slain!

Beneath the main,
W'rapt in a watery winding-sheet;

Who bought with blood

Your country's good,
Your country's full-blown glory greet.

What powerful charm

Can Death disarm?
Your long, your iron slumbers break?

By Jove, by Fame,

By George's name, Awake! awake! awake!

Our joy so proud,

Our shout so loud,
Without a charm the dead might hear :

And see, they rouse !

Their awful brows,
Deep-scarr'd, from oozy pillows rear!

With spiral shell,

Full-blasted, tell That all your watery realms should ring;

Your pearl-alcoves,

Your coral-groves,
Should echo theirs, and Britain's king.

As long as stars

Guide mariners,
As Carolina's virtues please,

Or suns invite

The ravish'd sight,
The British flag shall sweep the seas.

Peculiar both!

Our soil's strong growth,
And our bold natives' hardy mind;

Sure Heaven besopke

Our hearts, and oak,
To give a master to mankind.

That noblest birth

Of teeming Farth,
Of forests fair that daughter proud,

To foreign coasts

Our grandeur boasts, · And Britain's pleasure speaks aloud:

Now big with war

Seuds fate from far,
If rebel realıns, their fa e demand;

Now, suinptuousaspoils

Of foreign soils
Pours in the bosom of our land.

Hence, Britain lays

In scales, and weighs
The fares of kingdoms and of kings;

And as she frowns,

Or smiles, on crowns,
A night or day of glory springs.

Thus Ocean swells

The streams and rills,
And to their borders lifts them ligh;

Or else withdraws

The mighty cause, And leaves their famish'd channels dry,

How mixt, how frail,

How sure to fail,
Is every pleasure of mankind !

A damp destroys

My blooming joys,
While Britain's glory tires my mind.

For who can gaze

On restless seas, Unstruck with life's more restless state?

Where all are tost,

And most are lost,
By tides of passion, blasts of fate?

The world's the main,

How vext ! how vain ! Ambition swells, and Anger foams;

May good men find,

Beneath the wind,
A noiseless shre, unruflled homes !

The public scene

Of harden'd men
Teach me, () teach me to despise !

The world few know

But to their woe,
Our crimes with our experience rise ;

All tender sense

Is banish'd thence,
All maiden nature's first alarms

What shock'd before

Disgust no more,
And what disgusted has its charins.

In landscapes green

True Bliss is seen, With Innocence, in shades, she sports;

In wealthy towns

Proud Labour frowns,
And painted Sorrow smiles in courts,

These scenes untried

Seduc'd my pride,
To Fortune's arrows bar'd my breast;

Till Wisdom came,

A hoary dame!
And told me Pleasure was in rest.

“O may I steal

Along the vale
Of humble life, secure from foes!

My friend sincere !

My judgment clear!
And gentle business my repose!

“My mind be strong

“ Unhurt my urn! To combat wrong!

Till that great turn Grateful, 0 king! for favours shown !

When mighty Nature's self shall die! Soft to complain

Time cease to glide, For others' pain !

With human pride, And bold to triumph o'er my own!

Sunk in the Ocean of Eternity.” “ (When Fortune's kind)

Acute to find,
And warm to relish every boon!

A PARAPHRASI
And wise to still
Fantastic ill,

ON PART OF
Whose frightful spectres stalk at noon !

THE BOOK OF JOB. “ No fruitless toils !

No brainless broils !
Each moment level'd at the mark !

TO THE RT. HON. THOMAS LORD PARKER, Our day so short

BARON OF MACCLESFIELD, Invites to sport;

LORD HIGH-CHANCELLOR OF GREAT-BRITAIN, ETC. ETC. Be sad and solemn when 't is dark.

MY LORD,
Yet, Prudence, still
Rein thou my will !

Though I have not the honour of being known to What's most important, make most dear !

your lordship, I presume to take a privilege which For 'tis in this

men of retirement are apt to think themselves in Resides true bliss;

possession of, as being the only method they have True bliss, a deity severe !

of making their way to persons of your lordship's

high station without struggling through multitudes " When temper leans

for access. I may possibly fail in my respect to To gayer scenes,

your lordship, even while I endeavour to show it And serious life void moments sparcs,

most; but if I err, it is because I imagined I ought The sylvan chase

not to make my first approach to one of your lord. My sinews brace!

ship's exalted character with less ceremony than Or song unbend my mind from cares!

that of a dedication. It is annexed to the condi. “ Nor shun, my soul !

tion of eminent merit, not to suffer more from the The genial bowl,

malice of its enemies, than from the importunity Where mirth, good-nature, spirit, flow !

of its admirers; and perbaps it would be unjust, Ingredients these,

that your lordship should hope to be exempted Above, to please

from the troubles, when you possess all the talents, The laughing gods, the wise, below.

of a patron.

I have here a fair occasion to celebrate those sub“ Though rich the vine,

lime qualities, of which a whole nation is sensible, More wit, than wine,

were it not inconsistent with the design of my present More sense, than wit, good-will than art,

application. By the just discharge of your great May I provide! Fair truth, my pride!

employments, your lordship may well deserve the

prayers of the distressed, the thanks of your counMy joy, the converse of the heart !

try, and the approbation of your royal master : “ The gloomy brow,

this indeed is a reason why every good Briton should The broken vow,

appland your lordship; but it is equally a reason To distant climes, ye gods ! remove !

why none should disturb you in the execution of The nobly-soul'd

your important affairs by works of fancy and amuseTheir commerce hold

ment. I was therefore induced to make this adWith words of truth, and looks of love!

dress to your lordship, by considering you rather “O glorious aimn!

in the amiable light of a person distinguished O wealth supreme !

for a refined taste of the polite arts, and the canDivine benevolence of soul !

dour that usually attends it, than in the dignity That greatly glows,

of your public character. And freely flows,

The greatness and solemnity of the subjects And in one blessing grasps the whole;

treated of in the following work cannot fail in

some measure to recommend it to a person who “ Prophetic schemes,

holds in the utmost veneration those sacred books And golden dreams,

from which it is taken ; and would at the same May 1, unsanguine, cast away!

time justify to the world my choice of the great Have, what I have !

name prefixed to it, could I be assured that the unAnd live, not leave,

dertaking had not suffered in my hands. Thus Enamour'd of the present day!

much I think myself obliged to say ; that if this My hours my own!

little performance had not been very indulgently My faults unknown !

spoken of by some, whose judgment is universally My chief revenue in content !

allowed in writings of this nature, I had not dared Then, leave one beam

to gratify my ambition in offering it to your lordOf honest fame!

ship: Tam sensible that I am endeavouring to exAnd scorn the labour'd nonument!.

cuse one vanity by another ; but I hope I shall

my lord,

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meet with pardon for it, since it is visibly intended | Who heavd the mountain, which sublimely stands, to show the great submission and respect with which And casts its shadow into distant lands? I am,

“Who, stretching forth bis sceptre o'er the deep,

Can that wide world in due subjection keep? your lordship's most obedient

I broke the globe, I scoop'd its hollow side, and most humble servant, And did a bason for the floods provide; EDWARD YOUNG. I chain'd them with my word; the boiling sea,

Work'd up in tempests, hears my great decree; Tarice happy Job long liv'd in regal state,

* Thus far, thy floating tide shall be convey'd ; Nor saw the sumptuous East a prince so great ;

And here, O main, be thy proud billows stay'd.' 70 Whuse worldly stores in such abundance flow'd,

“Hast thou explor'd the secrets of the deep, Whose heart with such exalted virtue glow'd.

Where, shut from use, unnumber'd treasures sleep? At le gth misfortunes take their turn to reign,

Where, down a thousand fathoms from the day, Aud ills on ills succeed! a dreadful train!

Springs the great fountain, mother of the sea What now but deaths, and poverty, and wrong,

Those gloomy paths did thy bold foot e'er tread, The sword wide-wasting, the reproachful tongue,

Whole worlds of waters rolling o'er thy head?

“ Hath the eleft centre open'd wide to thee? And spotted plagues, that mark'd his limbs all o'er So thick with pains, they wanted room for more! 10 Death's in most chambers didst thou ever see ? A change so sad what mortal here could bear?

E'er knock at his tremendous gate, and wade "Exhausted woe had left bim nought to fear;

To the black portal through th’incumbent shade? 80 But gave him all to grief. Low earth he press'd,

Deep are those shades; but shades still deeper hide Wept in the dust, and sorely smote his breast.

My counsels from the ken of human pride. His friends around the deep afHiction mourn'd,

“Where dwells the light? in what refulgent dome? Felt all his pangs, and groan for groan return'd;

And where has darkness made her dismal home? In anguish of their hearts their mantles rent,

Thou know'st, no doubt, since thy large heart is And seven long days in solemn silence spent!

fraught A debt of reverence to distress so great!

With ripend wisdom, through long ages brought; Then Jos contain'd no more; but curs’d his fate.

Since Nature was call'd forth when thou wast by, His day of birth, its inauspicious light,

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And into being rose beneath thine eye! He wishes sunk in shades of endless night,

Are mists begotten? Who their father knew? And blotted from the year; nor fears to crave

From whom descend the pearly drops of dew? 90 Death, instant death; impatient for the grave,

To bind the stream by night, what hand can boast, That seat of peace, that mansion of repose,

Or whiten morning with the boary frost > Where rest and mortals are no longer foes;

Whose powerful breath, from northern regions blown, Where counsellors are hush’d, and mighty kings

Touches the sea, and turns it into stone ? (0 happy turn !) no more are wretched things.

A sudden desert spreads o'er realms defac'd,
His words were daring, and displeas’d his friends; And lays one half of the creation waste ?
His conduct they reprove, and he defends;

“Thou know'st me not ; thy blindness cannot see And now they kindled into warm debate,

How vast a distance parts thy God from thee. And sentiments oppos'd with equal heat ;

Canst thou in ulirluinds mount aloft ? Canst thou Fix'd in opinion, both refuse to yield,

In clouds and darkness wrap thy awful brow ; 100 And summon all their reason to the field :

And, when day triumphs in meridian light, So high at length their arguments were wrought,

Put forth thy hand, and shade the world with night? They reach'd the last extent of human thought:

“Who lanch'd the clouds in air, and bid them roll A pause ensued.--When, lo! Heaven interpos'd,

Suspended seas aloft, from pole to pole? And awfully the long contention clos'd.

Who can refresh the burning sandy plain, Full o'er their heads, with terrible surprise,

And quench the summer with a waste of rain? A sudden whirlwind blacken'd all the skies : 40 Who, in rough deserts far from human toil, (They saw, and trembled!) from the darkness broke Made rocks bring forth, and desolation smile ? A dreadful voice, and thus th’ Almighty spoke :

There bloomstherose, where human face ne'er shone,

110 “Who gives his tongue a loose so bold and vain, And spreads its beauties to the Sun alone. Censures my conduct, and reproves my reign;

“To check the shower, who lifts his hand on high, Lifts up his thought against me from the dust,

And shuts the sluices of th' exhausted sky, And tells the World's Creator what is just ?

When Earth no longer mourns her gaping veins, Of late so brave, now lift a dauntless eye,

Her naked mountains, and her russet plains; Face my demand, and give it a reply :

Bit, new in life, a cheerful prospect yields Where didst thou dwell at Nature's early birth?

Of shining rivers, and of verdant fields ; Who laid foundations for the spacious Earth > 50 When groves and forests lavish all their bloom, Who on its surface did extend the line,

And Earth and Heaven are fillid with rich perfume? Its form determine, and its bulk confine ?

“ Hast thou e'er scald my wintry skies, and seen

120 Who fix'd the corner-stone? What hand, declare, of hail and snows my northern magazine? Hung it on nought, and fasten’d it on air ;

These the dread treasures of mine anger are, When the bright morning-stars in concert sung,

My funds of vengeance for the day of war, When Heaven's high arch with loud hosannahs When clouds rain death, and storms at my com

mand rung, When shouting sons of God the triumph crown'd,

Rage through the world, or waste a guilty land, And the wide concave thunder'd with the sound ?

“ Who taught the rapid winds to fly so fast, Earth's numerous kingdoms, hast thou view'd

Or shakes the centre with his eastern blast? them all ?

Who from the skies can a whole deluge pour ? And cao thy span of knowledge grasp the ball ? 60 Who strikes through Nature with the solemn roar

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Of dreadful thunder, points it where to fall,

“ Wbo in the stupid ostrich bas subdued And in fierce lightning wraps the flying ball ? 130 A parent's care, and fund inquietude ? Not he who trembles at the darted fires,

While far she fjes, her scatter'd eggs are found, Falls at the sound, and in the flash expires. Without an owner, on the sandy ground;

“Who drew the comet out to such a size, Cast out on fortune, they at inercy lie, And pour'd his flaming train o'er half the skies? And borrow life from an indulgent sky : Did thy resentment hang him out? Does he Adopted by the Sun, in blaze of day,

200 Glare on the nation, and denounce, from thee? They ripen under his prolific ray.

“Who on low Farth can moderate the rein, Unmindful she, that some unhappy tread That guides the stars along th' ethereal plain? May crush her young in their neglected bed. Appoint their seasons, and direct their course, What time she skims along the tield with speed, Their lustre brighten, and supply their force ? 140 She scorns the rider, and pursuing steed. Canst thou the skies' benevolence restrain,

“Hw rich the peacock ! what brighi glories run And cause the Pleiades to shine in vain;

From plume to plume, and vary in the Sun ! Or, when Orion sparkles from his sphere,

He proudly spreads then to the golden ray, 2:0 Thaw the cold season, and unbind the year; Gives all his colours, and adorns the day; Bid Mazzaroth his destin'd station know,

With conscious state the spacious round displays, And teach the bright Arcturus where to glow? And slowly mores amid the waving blaze. Mine is the night, with all her stars; I puur

“Who taught the hawk to find, in seasons wise, Myriads, and myriads I reserve in store.

Perpetual smuniner, and a change of skies? “Dost thou pronounce where day-light shall be When clouds deform the year, she mounts the wind, born,

Shoots to the south, nor fears the storm behind ; And draw the purple curtain of the morn; 150 The Sun returning, she returns again. Awake the Sun, and bid him corne away,

Lives in his beams, and leaves ill days to men. And glad thy world with his obsequious ray ? “Though strong the hawk, thougli practis'd well Hast thou, enthron'd in flaming glory, driven

to fly, Triumphant round the spacious ring of Heaven? An eagle drops her in a lower sky;

220 That pomp of light, what hand so far displays, An eagle, when, deserting human sight, That distant Earth lies basking in the blaze? She seeks the Sun in her unwearied night :

“ Who did the soul with her rich powers invest, Did thy command her yellow pinion lift And light up reason in the human breast?

So high in air, and set her on the clift, To sbine, with fresh increase of lustre bright, Where far above thy world she dwells alone, When stars and Sun are set in endless niglit? 160 And proudly makes the strength of rucks her own; To these my various questions make reply.” Thence wide o'er Nature takes ber dread survey, Th’ Almighty spoke; and, speaking, shook the sky. And with a glance predestinates her prey ?

What then, i haldæan sire, was thy surprise ! She feasts her young with blood; and, hovering Thus thou, with trembling heart and down-cast

o'er eyes :

Th’unslaughter'd host, enjoys the promis'd gore. 230 "Once and again, which I in groans deplore, “ Know'st thou how many moons, by ine assign'd, My tongue has err'd; but shall presume no more. Roll v'er the mountain goat, and forest hind, My voice is in eternal silence bound,

Wlile pregnant they a mother's load sustain ? And all my soul falls prostrate to the ground.” They bend in auguish, and cast forth their pain.

He ceas'd: when, lo! again th’Almighty spoke; Hale are their young, from human frailties freed; The same dread voice from the black whirlwind Walk unsustain’d, and unassisted feed; broke.

170 They live at once; forsake the dam's warm side; “ Can that arm measure with an arm divine? Take the wide world, with Nature for their guide; And canst thou thunder with a voice like mine ; Bound o'er the lawn, or seek the distant glade; Or in the bollow of thy hand contain

And find a home in each delightful shade. 240 The bulk of waters, the wide-spreading main, “Will the tall reein, which knows no Lord but me, . When, mad with tempests, all the billows rise Low at the crib, and ask an alms of thee? in all their rage, and dash the distant skies? Submit his unworn shoulder to the yoke,

“ Come forth, in beauty's excellence array'd; Break the stiff clod, and o'er thy furrow smoke ? And be the grandeur of thy power display'd; Since great his strength, go trust him. void of care; Put on omnipotence, and, frowning, make

Lay on his neck thc tvil of all the year; The spacious round of the creatiou shake ; 180 Bid him bring home the seasons to thy doors, Dispatch thy vengeance, bid it overthrow

And cast his luad among thy gather'd stores. Triumphant vice, lay lofty tyrants. low,

“ Didst thou from service the wild-ass discharge, And crumble them to dust. When this is done, And break his bonds, and bid him live at large, 250 i grant thy safety Judg'd in thee alone;

Through the wide waste, bis ample mansion, roam, Of thee thou art, and mayst undaunted stand And lose himself in his unbounded home? Behind the buckler of thine own right-hand. By Nature's band magnificently fed,

6. Fond man! the vision of a moment made ! His meal is on the range of mountains spread ; Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade! As in pure air aloft he bounds along, - What worlds hast thou produc'd, what creatures He sees in distant smoke the city throng; fram'd;

Conscious of freedom, scorns the smother'd train, What insects cherish'd, that thy God is blam'd ? 190 The threatening driver, and the servile rein. When pain'd with hunger, the wild raven's brood “Survey the warlike horse ! didst thou invest Loud calls on God, importunate for food :

With thunder his robust distended chest ? 260 Who hearstheir cry, who grants their hoarse request, No sense of fcar bis dauntless soul allays; And stills the clamour of the craving nest? 'Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze ;

To paw the vale he proudly takes delight,

Or the debating merchants share the prey, And triumphs in the fulness of his might ;

And various limbs to various marts convey ? 'High raisid he snuffs the battle from afar, Through bis firm skull what steel its way can win? And burns to plunge amid the raging war; What forceful engine can sub-lue his skin ? And mocks at death, and throws his foam around, Fly far, and live; tempt not bis matchless might: And in a storm of fury shakes the ground. The bravest shrink to cowards in his sight; How does his firm, his rising heart advance The rashest dare not rouse him up : Who then Full on the brandish'd sword, and shaken lance ; 270 Shall turn on me, among the sons of men ? 310 W bis fix'd eye-balls meet the dazzling shield, “ Am I a debtor > Hast thou ever heard Gaze, and return the lightning of the field ! Whence come the gifts that are on me conferr'd He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, My lavish fruit a thousand valleys fills, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side; And mine the herds that graze a thousand hills : But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast Earth, sea, and air, all Nature is my own; Till death; and when he groans, he groans his last. And stars and Sun are dust beneath my throne,

“ But, fiercer still, the lordly lion stalks, And dar’st thou with the World's great Pather vie, Grimly majestic in his lonely walks ;

Thou, who dost tremble at my creature's eye? When round he glares, all living creatures fly ; “ At full my large leviathan shall rise, He clears the desert with his rolling eye. 280 Buast all his strength, and spread his wondrous size. Say, mortal, does be rouse at thy command, Who, great in arms, e'er stripp'd his shining mail, And roar to thee, and live upon thy hand ? Or crown'd his triumph with a single scale ? Dost thou for him in forests bend thy bow,

Whose heart sustains him to draw near? Behold, And to his gloomy den the morsel throw,

Destruction yawns; his spacious jaws unfold, Where bent on death lie hid his tawny brood, And marshal'd round the wide expanse, disclose And, couch'd in dreadful ambush, pant for blood; Teeth edg'd with death, and crowding rows on rows: Or, stretch'd on broken limbs, consume the day, What hideous fangs on either side arise ! In darkness wrapt, and slumber o'er their prey? And what a deep abyss between them lies! By the pale Moon they take their destin'd round, Mete with thy lance, and with thy plummet sound, And lash their sides, and furious tear the ground. 290 | The one how long, the other how profound. 360 Now shrieks and dying groans the desert fill; His bulk is charg'd with such a furious soul, They rage, they rend; their ravenous jaws distil That clouds of smoke from his spread nostrils roll, With crimson foam ; and, when the banquet's o'er, As from a furnace; and, when rous'd his ire, They stride away, and paint their steps with gore; Fate issues from his jaws in streams of fire. In flight alone the shepherd puts his trust,

The rage of tempests, and the roar of seas, And shudders at the talon in the dust.

Thy terrour, this thy great superior please ; “Mild is my behemoth, though large bis frame; Strength on his ample shoulder sits in state; Smooth is his temper, and represt his faine, His well joiu'd limbs are dreadfully complete ; While unpruvok’d. This native of the flood His flakes of solid flesh are slow to part; Lifts his broad foot, and puts ashore for food ; 300 As steel his nerves, as adamant his heart. 370 Farth sinks beneath him, as he moves along “When, late awak'd, he rears him from the floods, To seek the herbs, and mingle with the throng. And, stretching forth his stature to the clouds, See with what strength his harden'd loins are bound, Writhes in the Sun aloft his scaly height, All over proof and shut against a wound.

And strikes the distant hills with transient light, How like a mountain cedar moves his tail ! Far round are fatal damps of terrour spread, Nor can bis complicated sinews fail.

The mighty fear, nor blush to own their dread. Built high and wide, his solid b unes surpass

“ Large is his front; and, when his burnish'd eyes The bars of steel ; his ribs are ribs of brass ; Cift their broad lids, the morning seems to rise. His port majestic and his armed jaw

“ In vain may death in various shapes invade," Give the wide forest, and the mountain, law. 310 The swift-wing'd arrow, the descending blade ; 380 The mountains feed him; there the beasts admire His naked breast their impotence deties; The mighty stranger, and in dread retire ;

The dart rebounds, the brittle falchion flies. At length his greatness nearer they survey, Shut in himself, the war without he hears, Graze in his shadow, and his eye obey.

Safe in the tempest of their rattling spears; The fens and marshes are his cool retreat,

The cumber'd strand their wasted volleys strow;
His noontide shelter from the burning heat ; His sport, the rage and labour of the foe.
Their sedgy bosoms his wide couch are made, “ His pastimes like a cauldron boil the flood,
And groves of willows give him all their shade. And blacken ocean with the rising mud;

“ His eye drinks Jordan up, when fir'd with drought The billows feel him, as he works his way;
He trusts to turn its current down his throat; 320 His hoary footsteps shine along the sea ; 390
In lessen'd waves it creeps along the plain: The foam bigh-wrought with white divides the green,
He sinks a river, and he thirsts again.

And distant sailors point where Death has been. Go to the Nile, and, from its fruitful side,

“ His like Earth bears not on her spacious face ; Cast forth thy line into the swelling tide :

Alone in Nature stands his dauntless race, With slender hair leviathan command,

Por utter ignorance of fear renown'd, And stretch his vastness on the loaded strand. In wrath he rolls his baleful eye around; Will he become thy servant? Will be own

Makes every swoln, disdainful heart subside, Thy lordly nod, and tremble at thy frown? And holds dominion o'er the sons of pride." Or with his sport amnise thy leisure day,

Then the Chaldæan eas'd his labouring breast, And, bound in silk, with thy soft maidens play? 330 With full conviction of his crime opprest. 400

Shallpompous banquets swell with such a prize? “Thou canst accomplish all things, Lord of Might! And the bowl juurney round lus ample size? And every thought is naked to thy sight.

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