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Ah no! To diftant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting Reps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their wo. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely fed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to fing, But filent bats in drowsy clusters cling; Those pois’nous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd, Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake: Where crouching tygers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murd'rous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornada Aies, Mingling the ravag'd landscape with the skies. Far different these from ev'ry former scene, The cooling brook, the graffy vested green, The breezy covert of the warbling grove, That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love.
Good Heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, That call'd them from their native walks
away ; When the poor exiles, ev'ry pleasure paft, Hung round the baw'rs, and fondly look'd their last, And took a long farewel, and wish'd in vain For seats like these beyond the western main ; And shudd'ring still to face the destin'd deep, Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep. The good old fire, who first prepar'd to go To new-found worlds, and wept for other's wo; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years,
Silent went next, neglectful of her charms,
O luxury! thou curft by heav'n's decree, How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee! How do thy potions with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to deftroy! Kingdoms by thee, to fickly greatness grown, Boait of a flórid vigour not their own. At ev'ry draught more large and large they grow, A bloated mals of rank unwieldy wo; Till sapp'd their strength, and ev'ry part unsound, Down, down they fink and spread a ruin round,
Ev'n now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction done ; Ev'n now methinks, as pond'ring here I ftand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the fail That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hofpitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there ; And piety with wishes plac d above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degen rate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike for honeft same; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decryid, My shame in crowds, my folitary pride.
Thou source of all my bliss, and all my wo, That found'ft me poor at first, and keep'ít me fo ; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of ev'ry virtue fare thee well, Farewel, and O! where'er thy voice be try'd, On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's fide, Whether where equino&ial fervours glow, Or winter warps the polar world in snow, Still let thy voice prevailing over time, Redress the rigours of th' inclement clime : Aid Nighted truth, with thy persuasive train ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain, Teach him, that states of native strength posseft, Tho' very poor may Atill be
very That trade's proud empire haftes to swift decay, And ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away ; While self-dependant pow'r can time defy, As rocks refift the billows and the sky.
stomach was sharp, I could scarce help re. gretting, To spoil such a delicate picture by eating ; I had thoughts in my chamber to set it in view, To be shewn to my friends as a piece of virtu ;