Who, for your crimes, have fled your native land;
And ye voluptuous idle, who, in vain,
Seek easy habitations, void of care:
The fons of nature, with aftonishment,
And deteftation, mark your evil deeds;
And view, no longer aw'd, your nerveless arms,
Unfit to cultivate Ohio's banks.
See the bold emigrants of Accadie,
And Maffachufet, happy in those arts,
That join the polities of trade and war,
Bearing the palm in either; they appear
Better exemplars; and that hardy crew,
Who, on the frozen beach of Newfoundland,
Hang their white fifh amid the parching winds:
The kindly fleece, in webs of Duffield woof,
Their limbs, benumb'd, enfolds with cheerly
warmth,
And frize of Cambria, worn by thofe, who seek,
Thro' gulphs and dales of Hudson's winding bay,
The beaver's fur, tho' oft they seek in vain,
While winter's frofty rigor checks approach,
Ev'n in the fiftieth latitude. Say why
(If ye, the travell'd fons of commerce, know),
Wherefore lie bound their rivers, lakes, and dales,
Half the fun's annual course, in chains of ice? .
While the Rhine's fertile fhore, and Gallic realms,
By the fame zone encircled, long enjoy
Warm beams of Phoebus, and, fupine, behold
Their plains and hillocks blush with cluft'ring vines.
Muft it be ever thus? or may the hand
Of mighty labor drain their gufty lakes,
Enlarge the bright'ning sky, and, peopling, warm
The op'ning vallies, and the yellowing plains?
Or rather shall we burst strong Darien's chain,
Steer our bold fleets between the cloven rocks,
And through the great Pacific ev'ry joy
Of civil life diffufe? Are not her ifles
Num'rous and large? Have they not harbours calm, Inhabitants, and manners? haply, too,
Peculiar fciences, and other forms
Of trade, and useful products, to exchange
For woolly veftures? 'Tis a tedious course
By the Antarctic circle: nor beyond
Those fea-wrapt gardens of the dulcet reed,
Bahama and Caribbee, may be found
Safe mole or harbour, till on Falkland's ifle
The standard of Britannia fhall arife.
Proud Buenos Aires, low-couched Paraguay,
And rough Corrientes, mark, with hostile eye,
The lab'ring veffel: neither may we truft
The dreary naked Patagonian land,
Which darkens in the wind. No traffick there,
No barter for the fleece. There angry storms
Bend their black brow, and, raging, hurl around
Their thunders. Ye advent'rous mariners,
Be firm; take courage from the brave. 'Twas there
Perils and conflicts inexpreffible
ANSON, with steady undespairing breast,
Endur'd, when o'er the various globe he chas'd
His country's foes. Faft-gath'ring tempefts rous'd
Huge ocean, and involv'd him: all around
Whirlwind, and fnow, and hail, and horror: now,
Rapidly, with the world of waters, down
Descending to the channels of the deep,
He view'd th' uncover'd bottom of th' abyfs;
And now the ftars, upon the loftiest point
Tofs'd of the sky-mix'd furges. Oft the burst
Of loudeft thunder, with the dash of feas,
Tore the wild-flying fails and tumbling masts;
While flames, thick-flashing in the gloom, reveal'd
Ruins of decks and shrouds, and fights of death.
Yet on he far'd, with fortitude his chear,
Gaining, at intervals, flow way beneath
Del Fuego's rugged cliffs, and the white ridge,
Above all height, by op'ning clouds reveal'd,
Of Montegorda, and inacceffible
Wreck-threat'ning Staten-lands o'erhanging fhore,
Enormous rocks on rocks, in ever-wild
Pofture of falling; as when Pelion, rear'd
On Offa, and on Offa's tott'ring head
Woody Olympus, by the angry gods
Precipitate on earth were doom'd to fall.
At length, thro' ev'ry tempeft, as fome branch,
Which from a poplar falls into a loud
'Impetuous cataract, though deep immers'd,
Yet reafcends, and glides, on lake or stream,
Smooth thro' the vallies; fo his way he won
To the ferene Pacific, flood immenfe,
And rear'd his lofty mafts, and fpread his fails.
Then Paita's walls, in wafting flames involv'd,
His vengeance felt, and fair occafion gave.
To fhew humanity and continence,
TO SCIPIO's not inferior. Then was left
No corner of the globe fecure to pride
And violence: although the far-ftretch'd coaft
Of Chili, and Peru, and Mexico,
Arm'd in their evil caufe; though fell disease,
Un'bating labor, tedious time, conspir'd,
And heat inclement, to unnerve his force;
Tho' that wide fea, which spreads o'er half the world,
Deny'd all hofpitable land or port;
Where, seasons voyaging, no road he found
To moor, no bottom in th' abyfs, whereon
To drop the faft'ning anchor; tho' his brave
Companions ceas'd, fubdu'd by toil extreme;
Though
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