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I feel my heart within me die;

When sudden to mine ear
A voice, descending from on high,

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
Back on themselves reluctant rollid,

And murm'ring left my feet. .

Deeps to assembling deeps in vain

Once more the signal gave :
The shores the rushing weight sustain,

And check th' ufurping wave.

Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wife

The imag'd truth I read;
And sudden from my waking eyes

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!

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• Let Faith suppress each rising fear,

• Each anxious doubt exclude;
· Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here,

• A Maker wife and good!

• He to thy ev'ry trial knows

• It's just restraint to give,
• Attentive to behold thy woes,

And faithful to relieve.

Then why thus heavy, O my soul!

• Say why, distrustful ftill,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll

• O'er scenes of future ill!

* Tho'griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,

• Still in thy God confide,
• Whose finger marks the feas their bound,

· And curbs the headlong tide.'

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HO' grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

When injur'd Thales bids the town farewel,
Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend,
I praise the hermit, but regret the friend;
Who now resolves, from vice and London far,
To breathe in distant fields a purer air,


And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary shore,
Give to St. David one true Briton more.

For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land,
Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand?
There none are swept by sudden fate away;
But all whom hunger spares, with age decay.
Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire;
And now a rabble rages, now a fire :
Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay,
And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ;
Here falling houses thunder on your head,
And here a female atheist talks


While Thales waits the wherry that contains
Of diffipated wealth the small remains,
On Thames's bank in filent thought we stood,
Where Greenwich (miles upon the filver flood.
Struck with the seat that gave Eliza birth*,
We kneel, and kiss the consecrated earth;
In pleasing dreams the blissful age renew,
And call Britannia's glories back to view:
Behold her cross triumphant on the main,
The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain;
Ere masquerades debauch’d, excise oppress’d,
Or English honour grew a ftanding jeft.

A transient calm the happy fcenes bestow,
And, for a moment, lull the sense of woe.
At length, awaking with contemptuous frown,
Indignant Thales eyes the neighb'ring town.

• Since worth,' he cries, in these degen'rate days,
• Wants e'en the cheap reward of empty praise ;
• In those curs'd walls, devote to vice and gain,
• Since unrewarded science toils in vain;
• Since hope but soothes to double my distress,
• And ev'ry moment leaves my little less;

Queen Elizabeth was born at Greenwich.

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• While yet my steady steps no staff sustains,
• And life, still vig'rous, revels in my veins ;
• Grant me, kind Heav'n, to find some happier places
• Where honesty and sense are no disgrace;
Some pleasing bank where verdant ofiers play,
Some peaceful vale with Nature's painting gay;
• Where once the harrass’a Briton found repose,
. And safe in poverty, defy'd his foes ;
Some secret cell, ye pow'rs, indulgent give :

- live here, for has learn'd to live,
• Here let those reign, whom pensions can incite
• To vote a patriot black, a courtier white ;

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,
And strive in vain to laugh at Hy's jest,

• Others with softer smiles, and subtler art, ! Can fap the principles, or taint the heart;

• With more address a lover's note convey,
* Or bribe a virgin's innocence away.
* Well may they rise, while I, whose rustick tongue
• Ne'er knew to puzzle right, or varnish wrong..

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,

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