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The light he saw in Albion's happy plains,
While the mild passions in his breast assuage ! The fiercer flames of his maternal fire.
* Alihough Venice was built a considerable time before de æra here assigned for the birth of Independence, the sepublic had not yet attained to any great degree of power and splendor.
+ The Low Countries were not only oppressed by grievous. taxations, but likewise threatened with the establishment of the inquisition, when the seven provinces revolted, and shook off the yake of Spain.
And cities rear'd, and planted farms,
Arabia's scorching sands he croft, f
To Freedom's adamantine thrine;
* Alluding to the well-known story of William Tellaad his associates, the fathers and founders of the confederacy of the Swiss cantons.
of The Arabs, rather than resign their Independency, have often abandoned their habitations, and encountered ali the horrors of the desert.
# From the tyranny of Jenghis Khan, Timur-Bec, and other eastern conquerors, whole tribes of Tartars were used to fiy into the remotest wastes of Cathay, where no army would follow them. I
Ô The noble stand made by Paschal Paoli and his associates against the usurpation of the French king, must endear them to all the sons of Liberty and Independence.
He, guardian genius, taught my youth
ANTISTROPHE. Those sculptur’d halls my feet shall never tread Where varnish'd Vice aud Vanity combin'd, To dazzle and seduce, their banners spread, And forge vile shackles for the free-born inind : Where Infolence his wrinkled front up-rears, And all the flow'rs of fpurious Fancy blow, And Title his ill-woven chaplet wears, Full often wreath'd around the miscreant's brow; Wherever dimpling Falshood, pert and vain, Presents her cup of state professions' froth, And pale Disease, with all his bloated train, Torments the fons of Gluttony and Sloth.
STROPHE. In Fortune's car behold that minion ride, With either India's glitt'ring fpoils opprest; So moves the fumpter-mule, in harness'd pride, That bears the treasure which he cannot tafte. For him let venal bards disgrace the bay, And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay, And all her jingling bells fantastic Folly ring : Disquiet, Doubt, and Dread shall intervene, And Nature still to all her feelings just, Jo vengeance hang a damp on every scene, Shook from the baleful pinions of Disgust.
Nature I'll court in her fequefier'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, fireamlet, grove, or cell, Where the pois’d lark his evening ditty chaunts, And Health, and Peace, and Contemplation dwell. There Study fhall with Solitude recline, And Friendship pledge me to his fellow swains; And Toil and Temperance fedately twine The fender chord that fluttring life fuftains; And fearless Poverty mail guard the door ; And Taste un poild the frugal table spread ; And Indutry supply the humble store ; And Sleep unbrib’d his dews refreshing shed : White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite, Shall chale far off the goblins of the night; And Independence o'er the day preside; Propitious power! my patron and my pride,
THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST, As it is represented on the East Window of Winchester
Written at Winchester School.
Thy strokes, great Artist, 10 sublime appear,