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As lamps, that shed at evé a cheerful ray,
And, where the face of nature laughs around, Must sickening virtue fly the tainted ground ? Unmanly thought ! 'what seasons can controul, What fancied zone can circumscribe the soul, Who, conscious of the source from whence she
springs, By reason's light, on resolution's wings, Spite of her frail companion, dauntless goes O'er Libya's deserts and through Zembla's
snows? She bids each slumbering energy awake, Another touch, another temper take, Suspends the inferior laws, that rule our clay: The stubborn elements confess her sway, Their little wants, their low desires, refine, Aud raise the mortal to a height divine,
Not but the human fabric from the birth Imbibes a flavour of its parent earth : As various tracts enforce a various toil, The manners speak the idiom of their soil. An iron race the mountain cliffs maintain, Foes to the gentler genius of the plain : For where unwearied sinews must be found With sidelong plough to quell the flinty ground, To turn the torrent's swift-descending flood, To brave the savage rushing from tlie wood,
What wonder, if, to patient valour trainid, They guard with spirit what by strength they
gain'd? And while their rocky ramparts round they see, The rough abode of want and liberty, (As lawless force from confidence will grow) Insult the plenty of the vales below ? What wonder, in the sultry climes, that spread Where Nile redundant o'er his summer-bed From his broad bosom life and verdure flings, And broods o'er Egypt with his watery wings, If with adventurous oar and ready sail, The dusky people drive before the gale; Or on frail floats to neighouring cities ride, That rise and glitter o'er the ambient tide.
[The following couplet, which was intended to have
been introduced in the poem on the Alliance of Education and Government, is much too beautiful to be lost. MASON.]
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
STANZAS TO MR. BENTLY.
Mr. Bently had made a set of designs for Mr. Gray's
Poems, particularly a head-piece to the Long Story.
berry Hill, In silent gaze the tuneful choir among, Half pleased, half blushing, let the Muse
admire, While Bently leads her sister art along,
And bids the pencil answer to the lyre. See, in their course, each transitory thought
Fix'd by his touch a lasting essence take; Each dream, in fancy's airy colouring wrought
To local symmetry and life awake! Tho tardy rhymes that used to linger on,
To censure cold, and negligent of fame, In swifter measure animated run,
And catch a lustre from his genuine flame. Ah! could they catch his strength, his easy grace
His quick creation, his unerring line ; The energy of Pope they might efface,
And Dryden's harmony submit to mine. But not to one in this benighted age
Is that diviner inspiration given, That burns in Shakspeare's or in Milton's page,
The pomp and prodigulity of heaven.
As when conspiring in the diamond's blaze,
The meaner gems, that singly charm the sight, Together dart their intermingled zays,
And dazzle with a luxury of light. Enough for me, if to some feeling breast
My lines a secret sympathy 'impart; ' And as their pleasing influence 'flows confest,'
A sigh of soft reflection 'heaves the hcart.'
SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER.
WRITTEN IN 1761.
AND FOUND IN ONE OF HIS POCKET BOOKS.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to impor
tune; He had not the method of making a fortune : Could love, and could hate, so was thought some
what odd; No very great wit, he believed in a God : A post or a pension he did not desire, But left church and state to Charles Townsend
* Squire) At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.
Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old air
of Geminiani :-the thought from the French.
THYRSIS, when we parted, swore
Ere the spring he would return-
And the bud that decks the thorn ?
Why this unavailing haste ?
Speak not always winter past.