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With sure presages of a life to come;
A system of consummate skill appear, All false and useless, if beyond the tomb And ev'ry cloud dispers’d, be beautiful and clear. Our beings cease : we therefore can't believe Doubt we of this? What folid proof remains, God either acts in vain, or can deceive. That o'er the world a wise Disposer reigns? If ev'ry rule of cquity demands,
Whilft all Creation speaks a pow'r divine, That Vice and Virtue from the Almighty's hands Is it deficient in the main design ? Should due rewards and punishments receive, Not fo: the day shall come, (pretend not now And this by no means happens whilst we live ; Presumptuous to enquire or when, or how, It follows, that a time must furely come, But) after death fall come th' impoitant day, When each shall meet their well-adjusted doom : When God to all his juftice shall display; Then Ihall this scene, which now to human fight Each action with impartial eyes regard, Seems so unworthy Wisdom infinite,
And in a just proportion punish and reward.
END OF THE FIRST BOOK.
P O E TI CA L.
BOOK THE SECOND.
DIDACTIC, DESCRIPTIVE, NARRATIVE,
1. The Traveller, or, a Prospect of Society. Lakes, forests, cities, plains, extending wide, Infcribcit to the Rev. Mr. H. Goldsmith. The pomp of kings, the Shepherds humbler pride
When thus Creation's charms around combine, By Dr. GOLDSMITH.
Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine ? REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, now, Say, thould the philofophic mind dildain
Or by the lazy Scheld, or wand'ring Po; That good which makes each humbler bosom vain? Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor
Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can,
Exults in all the good of all mankind. (crown'd;
Eternal blessings crown my carliest friend, For me your tributary stores combine : ; And round his dwelling guardian faints attend; Creation's leir! the world, the world is mine! Bless'd be that spot where cheerful guests retire, As fomc lone miser, visiting his fore, To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire; Bends at his trcasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Bleis d that abode where want and pain repair, Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair :
Yet ftill he fighs, for hoards are wanting still : Bless’d be those feasts, with simple plenty crown'd, Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, [plies; Where all the ruddy family around
Pleas'd with cach good that Heaven to man supLaugh at the jests or pranks that never fuil, Yet oft a ligh prevails, and sorrows fall, Or righ with pity at some mournful tale ; To see the hoard of human bliss so finall; Or press the bathful stranger to his food,
And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find And learn the luxury of doing good!
Some spot to real happiness consign'd, But me, not destin’d such delights to share, Wiere my worn soul, each wand'ring hope at rest, My prime of life in wand'ring (pent, and care: May gather bliss to see my fellows bleft. Impell’d, with steps unceasing, to pursue
But where to find that happiest spot below, Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view; Who can direct, when all pretend to know? That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, The fhudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone Allures from far, yet as I follow flies;
Buldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, Extols the treasures of his stormy scas, And find no spot of all the world my own. And his long nights of revelry and cale :
E'cn now, where Alpine folitudes afcend, The naked negro, panting at the line, I lit me down a pensive hour to spend ; a
Boasts of his golden lands and palmy wine; And plac'd on high, above the storm's career, Balks in the glare, or ftens the tepid wave, Look downward where an hundred realms appear; And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roain : The canvas glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm :
But towns unmann'd, and lords without a llave : As different good, by art or nature given,
And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, To different nations, makes their blettings even. Its former itrength was but plethoric ill. Nature, a mother kind alike to all,
Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied Still grants her blits at labour's earnest call; By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; With food as well the peafapt is supplied From thefe the feeble heart and long-fall’n mind On Idra's cliffs as Arno's thelvy side;
In caly compensation feem to find. And tho' the rocky-crested summits frown, Here may be seen, in bloodlefs pomp array'd, These rocks by cuitom turn to beds of down. The patii board triumph, and the cavalcade ; From art more various are the blessings fent ; Procetlions form'd for piety and love, Wealth, commerce, honour, liberty, content.
A mistress or a saint in ev'ry grove. Yet these each other's pow'r so strong contest, By sports like thefe are all their cares beguild, 'That either feems destructive of the reft. [fails; The fports of children fatisfy the child : Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment Each nobler aiin, reprefs'd by long controul, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. Now links at last, or feebly mans the foul; Hence ev'ry state, to one lov'd blefling prone, While low delights, succeeding fast behind, Conforms and models life to that alone.
In happier mcanncfs occupy the mind: Each to the far'rite happiness attends,
As in those domes where Cæfars once bore sway, And spurns the plan that aims at other endks ; Defac'd hy time, and tott'ring in decay, Till carried to cxccts in each domain,
There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, This fav'site good begets peculiar pain. The thelter-tecking peasant builds bis ihed;
But let us try thetic truths with closer eyes, And, wondering man could want the larger pile, And trace them through the prospect as it lies: Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. Here for a while, my propor cares resign'd, My foul, turn from them-turn we to survey Here let mc fit, in forrow for mankind; Where rougher climes a nobler race display; Like yon neglected thrub at random cait, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy manfion tread, That shades the steep, and fighs at cv'ry blast. And force a churlith foil for scanty bread:
Far to the right, where Apennine afcends, No product here the barren hills afford Bright as the fummer, Italy extends;
But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. Its uplands Noping deck the mountain's side, No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, Woods over woods in gay thcatric pride; But winter ling’ring chills the lap of May; While oft fome temple's mould’ring tops between No zephyr fondly fucs the mountain's brealt
, With venerable grandeur mark the Icene. But mctcors glare, and formy glooins invest.
Could Nature's bounty fatisfy the breast, Yet Itill c'en here Content can spread a charm, The fons of Italy were surely blest.
Redress the clime, and all its rage
disarın. Whatever fruits in different climes are found, Tho'
poor the peasant's hut, his feast tho' small,
Thcfc here disporting, own the kindred foil, But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil,
But small the bliss that sense alone beftows, With patient angle trolls the tinny deep,
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, That opulence departed leaves behind ; Displays her cleanly platter on the board : For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, And haply too foine pilgriin, thither led, When commerce proudly Aourish'd through the With many a tale repays the nightly bed. At her command the palace learn’d to rile, [itate : Thus ev'ry good his native wilds impart Again the long-fall'n column lought the skics: Imprints the patriot paffion on his heart;
And e'en those hills that round his manfion risc, They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem;
Such are the charms to barren states ailign d : Hence oftentation here, with tawdry art,
The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, Spreads its long arms amidit the wat’ry roar, Till buried in debauch ihe bliss expire. Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore;
But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow; While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile,
With all those ills superfluous trcasure brings,
War in each breast, and freedom on each brow;
So bleft a life these thoughtless realms display, Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride,
Extremes are only in the master's mind !
Intent on high defigns, a thoughtful band, Till, half a patriot, half a coward grown,
Yes, brother, curse with me that balcful hour,
Thine, Freedoin, thing the bletlings pictur'd Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled fhore, Thine are thoic charms, that dazzle and cndcar; Herueful fons exchang'd for uselets ore ; Too bicft indeed were such without alloy, Secn all her triumphs but deftruction haste, But foster'd e'en by Frecdom ills annoy. Like Naring tapers bright’ning as they wante; That independence Britons prize too high, Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie ; Lead stern Depopulation in her train, The felf-dependent lordlings ftand alone; And over fields, where scatter'd hamlets rose, All clains that bind and sweeten life unknown; In barren, folitary pomp repose? Here, by the bonds of Nature feebly held, Have we not seen, at Plcature's lordly call, Minds combat minds, repelling and repellid. The smiling long-frequented village fall? Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar, Beheld the duceous fon, the fire decay'd, Kepress'd ambition fruggles round her shore; The modeft matron, and the bluthing maid, Tiil, over-wrought, the general system fcels Fore'd from their homes, a melancholy train, Its motions stop, or phrenfy fire the wheels. To traverse climes beyond the western main ;
Nor this the woitt. As Nature's tres decay, Where wild Olwego spreads her swamps around, As duty, love, and honour fail to sway, And Niagara funs with thund'ring sound ? Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, E'en now, perhaps, as there fome pilgrim ftrays Sull gather strength, and force unwilling awe. Thro' tangled forests, and thro' dang’rous ways; Honce all obcdicnce bows to these alone, Where beasts with inan divided empire claim, And talent finks, and merit weeps unknown; And thebrown Indian marks with murd'rous aim; Till time may come, when, stripp'd of all her There, while above the gidus tempeft fies, charms,
And all around dittressful yells arise, The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms, The peotive exile, bending with his woe, Where noble liems tranimit the patriot Hame, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Where kings haverold, and poets wrote for fame, Cafts a long look where England's glories Thint, One link of leret avarice thall lie,
And hids his bofom tympathize with mine. And scholars, foldiers, kings, unhonour'd die. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
Yet think not thus, when Freedon's ills I ftare, That bliss which only centres in the mind! I mean to Matter kings, or court the great : Why have I stray'd from p'casure and repose, Ye powers of truth, that bid my soul alpire, To seek a good each government bestows? Far from iny bofom drive the low defire! In cv'ry government, though terrors reign, And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws reftrain, The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel; How linall, of all that human hcarts endure, Thou tranfitory flower, alike undone
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! By proud Contempt, or Favour's foft'ring sun, Still to ourselves in ev'ry place consign'd, Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure, Our own felicity we make or find : 1 only would repreis them to secure :
With secret courfc, which no loud storms annoy, For just experience tells, in ev'ry foil,
Glides the smooth current of domeftic joy. That those who think must govern those who toil; The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel, And all thar Freedom's highest aims can scach, Luke's iron crown, and Damiens' bcd of steel, Is but to lay proportion'd loads on cach. To men remote from pow'r but rarely known, Hence, thould one order disproportion'd grow, Leave reaion, faith, and conicience, all our own. Its double weight muft ruin all below.
O, then, luis blind to all that truth requires, Who think it fiecdom when a part alpires !
§ 2. The Deferred l'illage. GOLDSMITH. Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms, SWEET Aulurn! lovelieft village of the plain, Except when faft-approaching danger warms : Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, swain ; Contracting regal pow'r to stretch their own ; Where smiling Spring its carliest risit paid, When I behold a faclious band agree
And parting summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd; To call it freedoin when themselves are free; Dear lovely bou’rs of innocence and ease, Each wanton judge new penal Itatutes draw, Seats of my youth, when ev'ry sport could please, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, The swealth of climes, where lavage nations where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! froam,
How often have I pausid on ev'ry charir, Pillage from firves,' to purchase flaves at home; The shelter'd cor, the cultivated farm, Fuar, picy, juftice, indignation start,
The never-falling brook, the busy mill, Tear uti referre, and bare my fuelling heart; The decent chu:ch that topp'd the neighb'ring hill,