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Then hail, sweet Fancy's ray! and hail the dream
That weans the weary soul from guilt and woe!
Careless what others of my choice may deem,
I long, where Love and Fancy lead, to go
And meditate on Heave*i, enough of Earth I know/

'I cannot blame thy choice/ the sage replied,
'For soft and smooth are Fancy's flowery ways.
And yet, ev'n there, if left without a guide,
The young adventurer unsafely plays.
Eyes dazzled long by fiction's gaudy rays
In modest truth no light nor beauty find.
And who, my child, would trust the meteor-blaze,
That soon must fail, and leave the wanderer blind,
More dark and helpless far than if it ne'er had

'Fancy enervates, while it soothes, the heart,
And, while it dazzles, wounds the mental sight:
To joy each heightening charm it can impart,
But wraps the hour of woe in tenfold night.
And often, where no real ills affright,
Its visionary fiends, an endless train,
Assail with equal or superior might,
And through the throbbing heart, and dizzy brain,
And shivering nerves, shoot stings of more than mor-
tal pain.

'And yet, alas! the real ills of life

Claim the full vigour of a mind prepared,

Prepared for patient, long, laborious strife,

Its guide experience, and truth its guard.

We fare on earth as other men have fared.

Were they successful? Let us not despair.

Was disappointment oft their sole reward?

Yet shall their tale instruct, if it declare [bear.

How they have borne the load ourselves are doon/d to 'What charms th' historic Muse adorn, from spoili,

And blood, and tyrants, when she wings her flight.

To hail the patriot prince, whose pious toils

Sacred to science, liberty, and right,

And peace, through every age divinely bright

Shall shine the boast and wonder of mankind!

Sees yonder Sun, from his meridian height,

A lovelier scene, than virtue thus enshrined

In power, and man with man for mutuai aid combined?

'Hail sacred Polity, by Freedom rear'd!

Hail sacred Freedom, when by law reslrain'd!

Without you what were man? A groveling herd,

In darkness, wretchedness, and want enchain'd.

Sublimed by you, the Greek and Roman reign'd

In arts unrivall'd: O, to latest days

In Albion may your influence unprofaned

To godlike worth the generous bosom raise,

And prompt the sage's lore, and fire the poet's lays!

'But now let other themes our care engage.

For lo, with modest yet majestic grace,

To curb Imagination's lawless rage,

And from within the cherish'd heart to brace

Philosophy appears! The gloomy race

By Indolence and moping Fancy bred,

Fear, Discontent, Solicitude, give place,

And Hope and Courage brighten in their stead,

While on the kindling soul her vital beams are shed

* Then waken from long lethargy to life*
The seeds of happiness, and powers of thought;
Then jarring appetites forego their strife,
A strife by ignorance to madness wrought.
Pleasure by savage man is dearly bought

* The influence of the phiiosophic spirit in humanizing the mind, and preparing it tor im< Hernial exertion and uVlirate pleasure;—in exploring, by the help rf gromerry, the system of the unnerst ;—in banishing superstition :—in promoting navigation, agriculture, medicine, and moral ana political scitucs.

With fell revenge, lust that defies control,

With gluttony :nd death. The mind untaught

Is a dark waste, where fiends and tempests howl:

As Phoebus to the world, is science to the soul.

'And reason now through number, time, and space,

Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye,

And learns, from facts compared, the laws to trace,

Whose long progression leads to Deity.

Can mortal strength presume to soar so high!

Can mortal sight, so oft bedim m'd with tears,

Such glory bear!—for lo, the shadows fly

From Nature's face; confusion disappears,

And order charms the eye, and harmony the ears!

* In the deep windings of the grove, no more
The hag obscene and grisly phantom dwell j
Nor in the fall of mountain stream, or roar
Of winds, ts heard the angry spirit's yell;
No wizard mutters the tremendous spell,
Nor sinks convulsive in prophetic swoon;

Nor bids the noise of drums and trur^pers swell,
To ease of fancied pangs the labouring Moon,
Or chase the shade that blots the blazing orb of noon.
'Many a long-lingering year, in lonely isle,
Stunn'd with th/ eternal turbulence of waves,
Lo, with dim eyes, that never learn'd to smile,
And trembling hands, the famish'd native craves
Of Heaven his wretched fare; shivering in caves,
Or scorch'd on rocks, he pines from day to day;
But science gives the word; and lo, he braves
The surge and tempest, lighted by her ray,
And to a happier land wafts merrily away!

* And ev'n where Nature loads the teeming plaia
With the full pomp of vegetable store,

Her bounty, unimproved is deadly bane:
Dark woods and rankling wilds, from shore to shore

Stretch their enormous gloom; which to explore
Ev'n Fancy trembles, m her sprightliest mood;
For there, each eye ball gleams with lust of gore,
Nestles each murderous and each monstrous brood,
Plague lurks in every shade, and steams from every

''Twas from Philosophy man learn'd to tame

The soil, by plenty to intemperance fed.

Lo, from the echoing axe, and thunder flame,

Poison and plague and yelling rage are fled!

The waters, bursting from their slimy bed,

Bring health and melody to every vale:

And, from the breezy main, and mountain's head,

Ceres and Flora, to the sunny dale,

To fan their glowing charms, invite the fluttering gale.

'What dire necessities on every hand

Our art, our strength, our fortitude require'.

Of foes intestine what a numerous band

Against this little throb of life conspire!

Yet Science can elude their fatal ire

Awhile, and turn aside Death's leveil'd dart,

Soothe the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire,

And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the heart,

And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart.

'Nor less to regulate man's moral frame
Science exerts her all composing sway.
Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame,
Or pines, to indolence and spleen a prey,
Or avarice, a fiend more fierce than they?
Flee to the shade of Academus' grove;
Where cares molest not, discord melts away
In harmony, and the pure passions prove
How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips
of Love

'What cannot Art and Industry perform.
When Science plans the progress of their toil;
They smile at penury, disease, and storm;
And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil.
When tyrants scourge, or demagogues emhroil
A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage
Order transforms to anarchy and spoil.
Deep-versed in man the philosophic sage
Prepares with lenient hand their frenzy to assuage,

'' Tis he alone, whose comprehensive mind,
From situation, temper, soil, and clime
Explored, a nation's various powers can bind,
And various orders, in one form sublime
Of policy, that midst the wrecks of time,
Secure shall lift its head on high, nor fear
Th'assault of foreign or domestic crime,
While public faith, and public love sincere,
And industry and law maintain their sway sever*.'

Enraptured by the hermit's strain, the youth
Proceeds the path of Science to explore.
And now, expanded to the beam of truth,
New energies and charms unknown before
His mind discloses: Fancy now no more
Wantons on fickle pinion through the skies;
But, fix'd in aim, and conscious of her power,
Aloft from cause to cause exults to rise,
Creation's blended stores arranging as she fliei.

Nor love of novelty alone inspires
Their laws and nice dependencies to scan;
For, mindful of the aids that life requires,
And of the services man owes to man,
He meditates new arts on Nature's plan;
The cold desponding breast of sloth to warm,
The flame of industry and genius fan,

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