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Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn’d the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain’d to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honeft rufiic ran; Ev’n children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile, His ready smile a parent's warmth expreft, Their welfare pleas’d him, and their cares diftreft; To them his heart, his love, his griefs were giv’n, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As fome tall clit that liits its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breati the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
SOURCES OF LIFE AND DEATH.
THE vital vigor of the human frame,
Meits down in death, in women and in wine ; Or life and death the sources are the same,
in these they rise, and in the same decline.
THE BEAUTY which the gods befiow,
Did they but give it for a show?
To charm the soul to LOVE.
To-morrow springs to light;
'Tis all eternal night.
Beneath the vernal skies!
Then withers, lhrinks, and dies.
Then crop the rose in time.
Ere love becomes a crime.
Ere BEAUTY dims its ray,
Be happy whilst you may.
THY fpirit, INDEPENDENCE, let me share,
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal LIBERTY, whose looks sublime Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying
clime. What time the iron-hearted Gaul
With frantic fuperftition for his guide, Arm’d with the dagger and the pall,
The sons of Woden to the field defy’d: The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood,
In heaven's name urg'd the infernal blow;
And red the stream began to flow :
From altars stain'd with human gore ;
In safety to the bleak Norwegian fhore. There in a cave a-leep The lay,
Lulled by the hoarse-refounding main; When a bold savage past that way,
Impell’d by destiny, his name DISDAIN. Of ample front the portly chief appear’d:
The hunted bear supply'd a shaggy vest; The drifted snow hung on his yellow beard ;
And his broad shoulders brav'd the furious blaft. He stopt :-He gaz'd;—his bofom glow'd,
And deeply felt the impression of her charms : He reiz'd the advantage fate allow'd :
And straight compress'd her in his vigorous The curlew scream'd, the tritons blew
Their shells to celebrate the ravith'd rite;
Where under cover of a flowering thorn, While Philomel renew'd her warbled firains, The auspicious fruit of stol'n embrace was born The mountain dryads seized with joy,
The smiling intant to their charge consign'd; The Doric muse caress’d the favourite bov;
The hermit WISDOM ftor’d his opening minda As rolling years matured his age,
He flourish'd bold and finewy as his fire;
The fiercer flames of his maternal fire.
And zealous roved from pole to pole,
foul, On defert isles 'twas he that rais'd
Those spires that gild the Adriatic wave, Where tyranny beheld, amaz’d, Fair FREEDOM's temple, where he mark'd her
grave. He steel'd the blunt Batavian's arms
To burst the Iberian's double chain; And cities rear’d, and planted farms,
Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide domain. He, with the generous ruftics, sate,
On Uri's rocks in close divan; . And winged that arrow, sure as fate,
Which ascertain’d the sacred RIGHTS OF MAN. Arabia's scorching fands he cross’d,
Where blasted nature pants supine,
And many a Tartar horde forlorn, aghaft!
He snaich'd from under fell opprellion's wing;. And taught, amidit the dreary waste,
The all-cheering hymns of LIBERTY to fing. He VIRTUE finds, like precious ore,
Diffus'd through every baser mould, Even now he stands on Calvi's rocky shore,
And turns the dross of Corsica to gold; He, guardian genius, taught my youth
Pomp's tintel livery to defpite : My lips by him chattised to TRUTH,
Ne'er paid that homage which my heart denies. Those sculptur'd halls my feet shall never tread,
Where varninh'd vice and VANITY combin'd, To dazzle and feduce, their banners spread;
And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind. While INSOLENCE his wrinkled front uprears,
And all the flowers of spurious fancy blow; Aud TITLE his ill-woven chaplet wears, Full often wreathed around the miscreant's
brow; Where ever-dimpling FALSEHOOD, pert and
vain, Presents her cup of state profession's froth; And pale DISEASE, with all his bloated train,
Torments the fons of GLUTTONY and SLOTH. In furtune's car, behold that minion ride, With either India's glittering spoils opprest
, So moves the sumpter-mule, in harness'd pride,
That bears the treasure which he cannot tafie. For him let venal bards disgrace the bay,
And hireling minfirels wake the tinkling firing; Her fenfual snares let faithlets pleasure lay;
And jingling heils fantastic folly ring;
And nature, ftill to all her feelings just,
Shook from the baleful pinions of disgust.