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And rous'd him from his miserable sloth :
85 Or bright in glossy silk, and flowing lawn ; With wholesome viands fill'd his table, pour'd The gen’rous glass around, inspir’d to wake The life-refining soul of decent wit: Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity;
90 But, still advancing bolder, led him on To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace; And, breathing high ambition thro' his soul, Set science, wisdom, glory, in his view, And bade him be the Lord of all below.
95 Then gath’ring men their natural pow’rs combin’d, And form’da Public; to the general good Submitting, aiming, and conducting all. For this the Patriot-Council met, the full, The free, and fairly represented Whole ;
100 For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws, Distinguish'd orders, animated arts, And with joint force Oppression chaining, set Imperial Justice at the helm ; yet still
To them accountable : nor slavish dream'd 105
Hence every form of cultivated life
110 Into perfection wrought. Uniting all, Society grew numerous, high, polite, And happy. Nurse of Art ! the city rear'd In beauteous pride her tower-encircled head; And, stretching street on street, by thousands drew, From twining woody-haunts, or the tough yew
116 To bows strong-straining, her aspiring sons.
Then Commerce brought into the public walk The busy merchant; the big warehouse built; Rais'd the strong crane ; chok'd up the loaded street, With foreign plenty ; and thy stream, 0 THAMES, Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods ! Chose for his grand resort. On either hand, Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts Shot
up their spires; the bellying sheet between 125 Possess'd the breezy void; the sooty hulk, Steer'd sluggish on; the splendid barge along Row'd, regular, to harmony ; around, The boat, light-skimming, stretch'd its oary wings; While deep the various voice of fervent toil 130 From bank to bank increas'd; whence, ribb'd with oak To bear the British Thunder, black, and bold, The roaring vessel rush'd into the main.
Then too the pillar'd dome, magnific heav'd Its ample roof ; and Luxury within
135 Pour'd out her glittering stores: the canvas smooth
With glowing life, protuberant to the view
Soon as the morning trembles o’cr the sky,
160 And steal unfelt the sultry hours away. Behind, the master walks, builds up the shocks And, conscious, glancing oft on every side His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. The gleaners spread around, and here and there, 165 Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick. Be not too narrow, husbandmen! but fling From the full sheaf, with charitable stealth,
The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful think!
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends ; And Fortune smild deceitful, on her birth. For, in her helpless years depriv'd of all, Of every stay, save Innocence and Heaven, 180 She, with her widow'd mother, feeble, old, And poor, liv'd in a cottage, far retir’d Among the windings of a woody vale : By solitude and deep surrounding shades, But more by bashful modesty conceald.
195 Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers : Or when the mournful tale her mother told, Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once, Thrill'd in her thought, they, like the dewy star 200.
Of evening, shone in tears. A native