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And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires;
And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw

The gradual dusky veil.

While Spring shall pour his show'rs, as oft he wont,
And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!

While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy ling'ring light;

While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy shrinking train,

And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,

Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace,
Thy gentlest influence own,

And love thy fav'rite name!


THOU, who bad'st thy turtles bear Swift from his grasp thy golden hair, And sought'st thy native skies; When War, by vultures drawn from far, To Britain bent his iron car,

And bade his storms arise!

Tir'd of his rude tyrannic sway,
Our youth shall fix some festive day,

His sullen shrines to burn:

But thou who hear'st the turning spheres, What sounds may charm thy partial ears, And gain thy blest return!

O Peace, thy injur'd robes up-bind!
O rise! and leave not one behind

Of all thy beamy train!

The British Lion, goddess sweet,

Lies stretch'd on earth, to kiss thy feet,
And own thy holier reign.

Let others court thy transient smile, But come to grace thy western isle, By warlike Honour led;

And, while around her ports rejoice, While all her sons adore thy choice, With him for ever wed!




FAREWELL, for clearer ken design'd,

The dim-discover'd tracts of mind;
Truths which, from action's paths retir'd,
My silent search in vain requir'd!
No more my sail that deep explores;
No more I search those magic shores;
What regions part the world of soul,
Or whence thy streams, Opinion, roll:
If e'er I round such fairy field,
Some pow'r impart the spear and shield
At which the wizzard Passions fly;
By which the giant Follies die!

Farewell the porch whose roof is seen Arch'd with th' enlivening olive's green: Where Science, prank'd in tissu'd vest, By Reason, Pride, and Fancy, drest,

Comes, like a bride, so trim array'd,
To wed with Doubt in Plato's shade.

Youth of the quick uncheated sight, Thy walks, Observance, more invite! O thou who lov'st that ampler range, Where life's wide prospects round thee change, And, with her mingling sons allied, Throw'st the prattling page aside, To me, in converse sweet, impart To read in man the native heart; To learn, where Science sure is found, From nature as she lives around; And, gazing oft her mirror true, By turns each shifting image view! Till meddling Art's officious lore Reverse the lessons taught before; Alluring from a safer rule,

To dream in her enchanted school:

Thou, Heav'n, whate'er of great we boast,
Hast blest this social science most.

Retiring hence to thoughtful cell, As Fancy breathes her potent spell,

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