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I feel my heart within me die;
When sudden to mine ear
Reprov'd my erring fear.
• Whát tho' the swelling surge thou see
Impatient to devour; • Reft, mortal, rest on God's decree,
" And thankful own his pow'r.
* Know, when he bade the deep appear,
“ Thus far,” th' Almighty said, “ Thus far, nor farther, rage ; and here
“ Let thy proud waves be stay'd."
I heard ; and lo! at once controal'd,
The waves in wild retreat
And murm'ring left my feet. .
Deeps to assembling deeps in vain
Once more the signal gave :
And check th' ufurping wave.
Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wife
The imag'd truth I read;
Th’ instructive vision Aed.
* Then why thus heavy, O my soul!
• Say why, diftruftful still, * Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
« O'er scenes of future ill!
• Let Faith suppress each rising fear,
• Each anxious doubt exclude;
• A Maker wife and good!
• He to thy ev'ry trial knows
• It's just restraint to give,
And faithful to relieve.
• Then why thus heavy, O my soul!
• Say why, distrustful ftill,
• O'er scenes of future ill!
* Tho'griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,
• Still in thy God confide,
· And curbs the headlong tide.'
HO' grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
When injur'd Thales bids the town farewel,
And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary shore,
For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land,
A transient calm the happy fcenes bestow,
• Since worth,' he cries, in these degen'rate days,
Queen Elizabeth was born at Greenwich.
While « Let
• While yet my steady steps no staff sustains,
- live here, for has learn'd to live,
Explain their country's dear-bought rights away, • And plead for pirates in the face of day;
mii de « With flavish tenets taint our poison's youth, . And lend a lye the confidence of truth.
• Let such raise palaces, and manors buy,
Collect a tax, or farm a lottery; • With warbling eunuchs fill a licens'd stage, < And lull to servitude a thoughtless age.
• Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold! • What check restrain your thirst of pow'r and gold !
Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown, • Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own. • To fuch, a groaning nation's spoils are giv'n, • When publick crimes inflame the wrath of Heav'n: ! But what, my friend, what hope remains for me, • Who start at theft, and blush at perjury? • Who scarce forbear, tho' Britain's court he sing, • To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing;
• A statesman's logick unconvinc'd can hear, I ? And dare to flumber o'er the Gazetteer ;
Defpise a fool įn half his pension dress’d,
• Others with softer smiles, and subtler art, ! Can fap the principles, or taint the heart;
• With more address a lover's note convey,
Spurn'd as a beggar, dreaded as a spy, • Live unregarded, unlamented die.
• For what but social guilt the friend endears! • Who shares Orgilio's crimes, his fortune shares : • But thoa, should tempting villainy present * All Marlb'rough hoarded, or all Villiers spent, • Turn from the glitt'ring bribe thy scornful eye,
Nor sell for gold, what gold could never buy; • The peaceful sumber, self-approving day,
Unsullied fame, and conscience ever gay.
• The cheated nation's happy fav’rites see ; i Mark whom the great caress, who frown on me.
London ! the needy villain's gen'ral home, • The common-fewer of Paris and of Rome, • With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, • Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. • Forgive my transports on a theme like this; • I cannot bear a French metropolis.
• Illuftriops Edward! from the realms of day, * The land of heroes and of saints survey: • Nor hope the British lineaments to trace,
The rustick grandeur, or the surly grace; ? But, loft in thoughtless ease, and empty shew, : Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau ;
Sense, freedom, piety, refin'd away, • Of France the mimick, and of Spain the prey.
• All that at home no more can beg or steal, ! Or like a gibbet better than a wheel ; ? Hiss’d from the stage, or hooted from the court, • Their air, their dress, their politicks import; • Obsequious, artful, voluble, and gay,
On Britain's fond credulity they prey,