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And rous'd him from his miserable sloth :
His faculties unfolded; pointed out,
Where lavish Nature the directing hand

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Of Art demanded; shew'd him how to raise
His feeble force by the mechanic powers,
To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth,
On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,
On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast ; 80
Gave the tall ancient forest to his axe :
Taught him to chip the wood and hew the stone,
Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose ;
Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur,
And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm,

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
That toiling millions must resign their weal,
And all the honey of their search, to such
As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd,

Hence every form of cultivated life
In order set, protected, and inspir'd

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

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With glowing life, protuberant to the view
Embodied rose ; the statue seemed to breathe,
And soften into flesh, beneath the touch
Of forming art, imagination flush'd.

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All is the gift of Industrry ; whate'er
Exalts, embellishes, and renders life
Delightful. Pensive Winter cheer'd by him
Sits at the social fire, and happy hears
Th’excluded tempest idly rave along :

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His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring ;
Without him Sumwer were an arid waste;
Nor to th’ Autumnal months could thus transmit
Those full, mature, immeasurable stores
That waving round, recal my wand'ring song.

Soon as the morning trembles o’cr the sky,
And, unperceiv’d, unfolds the spreading day;
Before the ripen'd field the reapers stand,
In fair array; each by the lass he loves,
To bear the rougher part, and mitigate

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By nameless gentle offices her toil.
At once they stoop and swell the lusty sheaves ;
While through the cheerful band the rural talk,
The rural scandal, and the rural jest,
Fly harmless to deceive the tedious time,

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!
How good the God of Harvest is to you.

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Who pours abundance o’er your flowing fields:
While these unhappy partners of your kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,
And ask their humble dole. The various turns
Of fortune ponder; that your sons may want 175
What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give.

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.

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Together thus they shunn'd the cruel scorn
Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet
From giddy passion and low-minded pride:
Almost on Nature's common bounty fed,
Like the

gay
birds that

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Content, and careless of tomorrow's fare.
Her form was fresher than the morning rose,
When the dew wets its leaves ; unstain'd, and pure,
As is the lily, or the mountain snow.
The modest virtues mingled in her eyes,

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.

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Of evening, shone in tears. A native

grace
Sat fair-proportion’d on her polish'd limbs,
Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire,
Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
Thoughtless of beauty, she was beauty's self,
Recluse amid the close-embowering woods.
As in the hollow breast of Appenine,
Beneath the shelter of encircling hills,
A myrtle rises, far from human eye,
And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild ;
So flourish'd blooming, and unseen by all,
The sweet Lavinia ; till, at length, compellid
By strong Necessity's supreme command,
With smiling patience in her looks, she went
To glean Palemon's fields. The pride of swains
Palemon was, the gen'rous and the rich ;
Who led the rural life in all its joy
And elegance such as Arcadian song
Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ;
When tyrant custom had not shackled Man,
But free to follow Nature was the mode.
He then his fancy with autumnal scenes
Amusing, chanc'd beside his reaper train
To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye ;
Unconscious of her power, and turning quick
With unaffected blushes from his

gaze :
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal’d.
That very moment love and chaste desire
Sprung in his bosom, to himself unknown;

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