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Her thus immers'd in anxious thought profound;
When-as the Knight perceiv'd, he nearer drew;
To weet what bitter bale did her astound,
And whence th' occasion of her anguish grew.
For that right noble MATRON well he knew;
And many perils huge, and labours fore. -
Had for her fake endured ; her valsal true,
Train'd in her love, and practiced evermore
Her honour to respect, and reverence her lore.
O deareft drad! he cried, fair ifand queen!
Mother of heroes ! empress of the main !
What means that stormy brow of troublous teen?
Sith heav'n-born Peace, with all her smiling train
Of sciences and arts, adorns thy reign
With wealth and knowledge, splendour and renown?
Each port how throng'd! how fruitful every plain!
How blíthe the country! and how gay the town!
While Liberty secures and heightens every boon!
Awaken'd from her trance of pensive woe
By these fair flattering words, she rais'd her head;
And bending on the KNIGHT her frowning brow,
Mock it thou my forrows, Fairy Son? she said.
Or is thy judgment by thy heart milled
To deem that certain, which thy hopes suggest ?
To deem them full of life and p luftihead,
Whose cheeks in Hebe's vivid tints are dreit,
And with Joy's careless mien, and dimpled smiles impref?
Thy unsuspecting heart how nobly good
I know, how fanguine in thy country's cause !
And mark'd thy virtue, single how it food
Th' assaults of mighty Custom, which o'er-awes
The faint and timorous mind, and oft withdraws
From Reason's lore th' ambitious and the vain
By the sweet lure of popular applause,
Against their better knowledge, to maintain
The lawless throne of Vice, or Folly's childish reign.
How vast his influence ! how wide his sway!
Thy self ere-while by proof didit anderstand:
And saw'st, as through his realms thou took'st thy way,
How Vice and Folly had o'er-spread the land.
And can'st thou then, O Fairy's Son, demand
The reason of my woe? or hope to ease
The throbbings of my heart with speeches bland,
And words more apt my forrows to increase, The once. dear names of Wealth, and Liberty, and Peace?
P Lufiibead, strong health, vigour.
Peace, Wealth, and Liberty, that nobleft boon,
Are blessings only to the wife and good.
To weak and vicious minds their worth unknown
And thence abused but serve to furnish food
For riot and debauch, and fire the blood
With high-spiced luxury; whence ftrife, debate,
Ambition, envy, Faction's vip'rous brood,
Contempt of order, manners profligate ;
The symptoms of a foul, diseased and bloated state.
Ev'n Wit and Genius, with their learned train
Of Arts and Muses, though from heav'n above
Descended, when their talents they prophanc
To varnish folly, kindle wanton love,
And aid excentrick sceptic Pride to rove
Beyond cæleftial Truth's attractive sphere,
system's central fun, aye prove
To their fond votaries a curse fevere,
And only make mankind more obftinately err.
And stand my sons herein from censure clear?
Have They confider'd well, and understood
The use and import of those blessings dear,
Which the great Lord of Nature hath bestow'd
As well to prove, as to reward the good ?
Whence are these torrents then, these billowy seas
Of vice, in which, as in his proper flood,
The fell leviathan licentious plays,
And upon thip-wreck'd faith, and finking virtue preys ?
To you, ye Noble, Opulent and Great!
With friendly voice I call, and honeft zeal!
Upon your vital influences wait
The health and sickness of the common-weal;
The maladies you cause, yourselves'must heal.
In vain to the unthinking harden'd crowd
Will Truth and Reason make their juft appeal ;
In vain will facred Wisdom cry aloud;
And Justice drench in vain her vengeful sword in blood.
With You must reformation first take place:
You are the head, the intellectual mind
Of this vaft body politick ; whose base,
And vulgar limbs, to drudgery consign'd,
All the rich stores of Science have resign'd
To You, that by the craftsman's various toil,
The sea-worn mariner, and sweating hind,
In peace and affluence maintain'd, the while
You, for yourselves and them, may dress the mental soil.
Bethink you then, my children, of the trust
In you reposd : ne let your heav'n-born mind
Consume in pleasure, or unactive rust;
Bat nobly rouse you to the task assign’d,
The godlike talk to teach and mend mankind :
Learn that ye may infiruct : to virtue lead
Yourselves the way: the herd will crowd behind,
And gather precepts from each worthy deed:
Example is a leffon, that all men can read.
But if (to All or Moft I do not speak)
In vain and sensual habits now grown old,
The strong Circæan charm you cannot break,
Nor re-assame at will your native 9 mould,
Yet envy not the state, you could not hold;
And take compafion on the rifing age :
In them redeem your errours manifold ;
And, by due discipline and nurture sage,
In Virtue's lore betimes your docile sons engage.
You chiefly, who like me in secret mourn
The prevalence of Custom lewd and vain;
And you, who, though by the rude torrent borne
Unwillingly along you yield with pain