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Place me where Winter breathes liis keenest air,
And I will sing, if Liberty be there ;

2013 And I will sing at Libert; 's dear feet, In Afric's torrid clime, or India's percest heat.

A Sing where you please; in such a cause i grant An English poet's privilege to rant ; But is not Freedom—at least, is not ours,

300 Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs, Grow freakish, and, o'erleaping every mound, Spread anarchy and terrour all around ?

B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your horse For bounding and curvetting in his course ?

305 Or if, when ridden with a careless rein, He break away, and seek the distant plain? No. His high mettle, under good control, Gives him Olympick speed, and shoots hirn to the gnal.

Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts; 316 Let magistrates alert perform their parts, Not skulk or put on a prudential mask, As if their duty were a desperate task; Let active Laws apply the needful curb, To guard the Peace, that Riot would disturb; 315 And Liberty, preserv'd from wild excess, Shall raise no feuds for armies to suppress. When Tumult lately burst his prison door, And sct plebeian thousands in a roar; When he usurpd Authority's just place,

320 And dar'd to look his master in the face : When the rude rabolo's watchword was—destroy, And blazing London seem'd a second Troy ; Liberty blush'd, and hung her drooping lead, Beheld their progress with the deepest dread;

325 Blush'd that effects like these she should produre, Worse than the deeds of galley-slaves broke loose She loses in such storms her vory name, And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame. Incomparable gern ! thy worth untold;

330 Cheap, tho'blood-bought, and thrown away when soid ,

May no foes ravish thee, and no false friend
Betray thee, while professing to defend !
Prize it, ye ministers; ye monarchs, spare ;
YA patriots, guard it with a miser's care.

A. Patriots, alas! the few that have been found
Where most they flourish, upon English ground,
Tho country's need have scantily supplied,
And the last left the scene, when Chatham died.

B. Not so the virtue still adorns our age, 340 Though the chief actor died upon the stage. In him Demosthenes was heard again; Literty taught him her Athenian strain : Sie cloth'd him with authority and awe, Spoke from his lips, and in his looks gave law. 345 His speech, his form, his action, full of grace, And all his country bearing in his face, He stood, as some inimitable hand Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand. No sycophant or slave, that dar'd oppose

350 Her sacred cause, but trembled when he rose ; And ev'ry vonal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crush'd at the first word he spoke.

Such men are rais'd to station and command, When Providenco ineans mercy to a land.

355 He speaks, and they appear : to him they owe Skill to direct, and strength to strike the blow; To manage with address, to seize with pow'r The crisis of a dark decisive hour. So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own;

360 Subservicncy his praise, and that alone.

Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. Thee nations hunt; all mark thee for a prey; They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay 365 Ungaunted still, thongh wearied and perplex'd, Once Chatham sav'd thee; but who saves thee prxt: Alas! the lide of pleasure sweeps alony All, that should bo the boast of Britishi song,

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'Tis uot the wreath, that once adorn'd thy brow, 370
The prize of happier timnes, will serve thee now
Our ancestry, a gallant, Christian race,
Patterns of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace,
Confes'd a God; they kneol'd before they fought,
And prais'd liin in the victories he wroughi. 375
Now from the dust of ancient days bring forth
Their sober zeal, integrity, and worth ,
Courage ungrac'd by these, affronts the skies,
Is but the fire without the sacrifice.
Tne stream, that feeds the well-spring of the heart, 389
Not more invigorates life's noblest part,
Than Virtue quickens with a warmth divine
The pow'rs that Sin has brought to a decline.

A. Th' inestimable Estimate of Brown
Rose like a paper kite, and charm’d the town; 385
But measures, plann'd and executed well,
Shifted the wind that raised it, and it fell.
Ho trod the very self-same ground you tread,
And Victory refuted all he said.

B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss ; 390
Its errour, if it err’d, was merely thismo
He thought the dying hour already como,
And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb.

But that effeminacy, folly, lust,
Enervate and enfeeble, and needs must;

And that a nation shaniefully debas d
Will be despis'd and trainpled on at last,
Unless sweet Penitence her pow'rs rencw;
Is truth, if history itself be true.
There is a time and Justice marks the dato, 400
For long-forbearing clemency to wait;
That hour elaps'd th' incurable revolt
Is punish'd, and down comes the thunderbolt.
If mercy then put by the threat'ning blow,
Must she perform the same kind office now? 405
May shie ? and if offended Heav'n be still
Accessible, and pray'r provail, sho will

T'is not, however, insolence and noise,
l'he terpest of tuinuituary joys,
Nor is it yet despondence and dismay

Will win her visits, or engage her stay;
Pray'r only, and the penitential tear,
Can call her smiling down, and fix her here

But when a country, (one that I could naine,) In prostitution sinks the sense of shame;

415 When infamous Venality, grown bold, Writes on his bosom, To be let or sold; When Perjury, that Heav'n-defying vice, Sells oaths hy tale, and at the lowest price Stamps God's own naine on a lic just mado, 420 To turn a penny in the way of trade ; When Av'rice starves, (and never bides his face,) Two or three niillions of the human race, And not a tongue inqaires, low, where, or wlien, Though conscience will have twinges now and then; When profanation of the sacred cause,

426 In all its parts, times, ministry, and laws, Bespeaks a land, once Christian, fall'n and lost, In all, but wars against that title inost; What follows next let cities of great name,

And regions long since desolate, proclaim.
Nineveh, Babylon, and ancient Rome,
Speak to the present times, and times to come ;
They cry aloud in cv'ry careless ear,
Stop while you may ; suspend your mad career; 435
O learn from our example and our fate,
Learn wisdom and repentance cre too late.

Not only Vice disposes and prepares
The mind, that slumbers sweetly in her snares,
To stoop to Tyranny's usurp'd command,

440 And bend her polish'd neck beneath his hand, (A diro effect, by one of Nature's law's, Urchangeabıy connected with its causo ;) But Providence himself will interveno, so throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene 445

All are his instruments ; each form of war,
What burns at home, or threatens from afar :
Nature in arms, her elements at strife,
The storms that overset the joys of life,
Are but his rods to scourge a guity landi,

And waste it at the bidding of his hand.
He gives the word, and Mutiny soon roars
In all her gates, and shakes her distant shores;
The standards of all nations are unfurld;
She has one foe, and that one soe the world. 435
And, if he doom that people with a frown,
And mark them with a seal of wrath press'd down,
Obduracy takes place : callous and tough,
The reprobated race grows judgment proof;
Earth shakes beneath them, and Heav'n roars above; 460
But nothing scares them from the course they love.
To the lascivious pipe and wanton song,
That charm down fear, they frolick it along,
With mad rapidity and unconcern,
Down to the gulf, from which is no returi.

405 They trust in navics, and their navies failGod's curse can cast away ten thousand sail! They trust in armies, and their courage dies ; In wisdom, wealth, in fortunc, and in lies, But all they trust in, withers, as it must,

470 When He commands, in whom they placo no trust. Vengeance at last pours down upon their coast A long despis'd, but now victorious, lost; Tyranny sends the chain, that must abridge The noble sweep of all their privilege ;

475 Gives liberty the last, the mortal shock : Slips the slave's collar on, and snaps the lock.

5. Such lofty strains embellish what you teach, Mean you to prophesy, or but to proach?

B. I know the inind that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts, and can command the lyre, Acts with a force and kindles with a zeal, Whato'er the theme, that others nerer foel.

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