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Look to the poor, the simple and the plain
Will hear perhaps tliy salutary strain:
Humility is gentle, apt to learn,
Speak but the word, will listen and return.
Alas, not so! the poorest of the ftock
Are proud, and set their faces as a rock;
Denied that earthly opulence they choose,
God's better gift they scoff at, and refuse.
The rich, the produce of a nobler stem,
Are more intelligent at least, try them:
Oh vain inquiry! they without remorse
Are altogether gone a devious course:
Where beckoning pleasure leads them, wildly stray;
Have burst the bands, and cast the yoke away.
Now borne upon the wings of truth sublime,
Review thy dim original and prime.
This island, spot of unreclaimed rude earth,
The cradle that received thee at thy birth,
Was rocked by many a rough Norwegian blast,
And Danish howlings scared thee as they passed; ..
For thou wast born amid the din of arms,
And sucked a breast that panted with alarms.
While yet thou wast a groveling puling chit,
Thy bones not fashioned, and thy joints not knit,
The Roman taught thy stubborn knee to bow,
Though twice a Cæsar could not bend thee now:
His victory was that of orient light,
When the sun's shafts disperse the gloom of night,
Thy langnage at this distant moment shows
How much the country to the conqueror owes ;
Expressive, energetic, and refined,
It sparkles with the geins he left behind:
He brought thy land a blessing when be came,
He found thee savage, and he left thee tame;
Taught thee to clothe thy pinked and painted hide,
And grace thy figure with a soldier's pride;
Le sowed the seeds of order where he went,
Improved tliee far beyond his own intent,
And, while he ruled thee by the sword alone,
Made thee at last a warrior like his own.
Religion, if in heavenly truths attired,
Needs only to be seen to be admired;
But thine, as dark as witcheries of the night,
Was formed to harden hearts and shock the sight;
Thy Druids struck the well-hung harps they bore
With fingers deeply dyed in human gore; ...
And, while the victim słowly bled to death,
Upon the rolling chords rung out his dying breath..
Who brought the lamp that with awaking beams
Dispelled thy gloom, and broke away thy dreams,
Tradition, now decrepit and worn out,
Babbler of ancient fables, leaves a doubt:
But still light reached thee; and those gods of thine,
Woden and Thor, each tottering in his shrine,
Fell broken and defaced at his own door,
As Dagon in Philistia long before.
But Rone with sorceries and magic wand .
Soon raised a cloud, that darkened every land;
And thine was smothered in the stench and fog .
Of Tiber's marsbes, and the papal bog.
Then priests with bulls and briefs, and shaven .
crowns, And griping fists, and unrelenting frowns, Legates and delegates with powers from hell, Though heavenly in pretension, fleeced thee well; And to this hour to keep it fresh in mind, Some twigs of that old scourge are left behind.*.. Thy soldiery, the pope's well managed pack, Were trained beneath his lash, and knew the smack,.. And, when he laid them on the scent of blood, Would hunt a Saracen through fire and flood. Lavish of life to win an empty tomb, That proved a mint of wealth, a mine to Rome, They left their bones beneath unfriendly skies, His worthless absolution all the prize. Thou wast the veriest slave in days of yore, That ever dragged a chain, or tugged an oar; Thy monarchs, arbitrary, fierce, unjust, Themselves the slaves of bigotry or lust, Disdained thy counsels, only in distress Found thee a goodly spunge for power to press. Thy chiefs, the lords of many a petty fee, Provoked and harassed, in return plagued thee; Called thee away from peaceable employ, Domestic happiness and rural joy,. To waste thy life in arms, or lay it down In causeless feuds and bickerings of their own. Thy parliaments adored on bended knees The sovereignty, they were convened to please;
Whatever was asked, too timid to resist,
Complied with, and were graciously dismissed;
And if some Spartan soul a doubt expressed,
And blushing at the tameness of the rest,
Dared to suppose the subject had a choice,"
He was a traitor by the general voice.
Oh slave! with powers thou didst not dare exert,
Verse cannot stoop so low as thy desert;
It shakes the sides of splenetic disdain,
Thou self-entitled ruler of the main,
To trace thee to the date when yon fair sea,
That clips thy shores, had no such charms for thee;
When other nations flew from coast to coast, :
And thou hadst neither fleet nor flag to boast.
Kneel now, and lay thy forehead in the dust;
Blush if thou canst; not petrified, thou must;
Act but an honest and a faithful part;
Compare what then thou wast with what thou art;
And God's disposing providence confessed,
Obduracy itself must yield the rest.- . ?
Then thou art bound to serve him, and to prove,
Hour after hour, thy gratitude and love.
Has he not hid thee, and thy favoured land, . For ages safe beneath his sheltering hand, .. Given thee his blessing on the clearest proof, Bid nations leagued against thee stand aloof, ;..' And charged hostility and hate to roar, i Where else they would, but not upon thy shore? His power secured thee, when presumptuous Spain' Baptized her fleet invincible in vain;
Her gloomy monarebr, doubtful and resigned, .
To every pang, that racks an axious mind,
Asked of the waves, that broke upon his coast,
What tidings and the surge replied-All lost!
And when the Staart leaping on the Scot,
Then too much feared, and now too much forgot,
Pierced to the very centre of the realın,
And hoped to seize his abdicated helm,
'Twas but to prove how quickly with a frown,
He that had raised thee could bave plucked thee
Peculiar, is the grace by thee possessed,',
Thy foes implacable, thy land at rest;
Thy thunders travel over earth and seas,
And all at home is pleasure, wealth, and ease.
'Tis thus, extending his tempestilous arm, ...
Thy Maker fills the pations with alarmi,
While his own heaven surveys the troubled scene,
And feels no change, unshaken and sereve.
Freedom, in etber lands scarce known to shine,
Pours out a flood of splendour upon thine; ..
Thou hast as bright an interest in her rays,
As ever Roman had in Rome's best days.. :
True freedom is where no restraint is known, my
That scripture, justice, and good sense disown,
Where only vice and injury are tied,
And all from shore to shore is free beside.
Such freedom is and Windsor's hoary towers.
Stood trembling at the boldness of thy powers,
That won a nymph on that immortal plain, i
Like her the fabled Phæbus wooed in vain :