MAN is the nobler growth our realms supply, Some, pensive creep along the shelly shore, Unfold the silky texture of a flower; With sharpen'd eyes inspect an hornet's sting, And all the wonders of an insect's wing. Some, trace with curious search the hidden cause Of nature's changes, and her various laws; Untwist her beauteous web, disrobe her charms, And hunt her to her elemental forms: Or prove what hidden powers in herbs are found The patriot passion this shall strongly feel; This, cloth'd with Britain's thunder, spread alarms That, to the sounding lyre his deeds rehearse, Enshrine his name in some immortal verse, 2* To long posterity his praise consign, And pay a life of hardships by a line. Whose hallow'd bosoms glow with purer flames, Here cease my song. Such arduous themes require A master's pencil and a poet's fire: Unequal far such bright designs to paint, THE GROANS OF THE TANKARD. Dulci digne mero ! HOKAT. Or strange events I sing, and portents dire; The wondrous themes a reverent ear require : 'Twas at the solemn, silent, noon-tide hour, Then, urg'd by thirst, we cast impatient eyes And our chill'd hearts recoil with startling fears; First heav'd deep hollow groans, and then distinctly spoke. "How chang'd the scene! for what unpardon'd crimes "Have I surviv'd to these degenerate times? "I, who was wont the festal board to grace, "And 'midst the circle lift my honest face, [snow, "White o'er with froth, like Etna crown'd with "Which mantled o'er the brown abyss below, "Where Ceres mingled with her goldon store "The richer spoils of either India's shore, "The dulcet reed the Western islands boast, "And spicy fruit from Banda's fragrant coast, "At solemn feasts the nectar'd draught I pour'd, "And often journey'd round the ample board : "The portly Alderman, the stately Mayor, "And all the furry tribe my worth declare; "And the keen Sportsman oft, his labours done, "To me retreating with the setting sun, "Deep draughts imbib'd, and conquer'd land and sea, "And overthrew the pride of France-by me. "Let meaner clay contain the limpid wave, "The clay for such an office nature gave; "Let China's earth, enrich'd with coloured stains, "Pencil'd with gold, and streak'd with azure veins, "The grateful flavour of the Indian leaf, "Or Mocha's sunburnt berry glad receive; "The nobler metal claims more generous use, "And mine should flow with more exalted juice. "Did I for this my native bed resign, "In the dark bowels of Potosi's mine? "Was I for this with violence torn away, “And dragg'd to regions of the upper day? "For this the rage of torturing furnace bore, "From foreign dross to purge the bright'ning ore? "For this have I endur'd the fiery test, [crest? "And was I stamp'd for this with Britain's lofty |