To feel, and courage to redrefs her wrongs;

To monarchs dignity, to judges fenfe,
To artifts ingenuity and fkill;

To me an unambitious mind, content.
In the low vale of life, that early felt
A wifh for eafe and leifure, and ere long
Found here that leisure and that ease I wifh'd.

THE

ARGUMENT of the FIFTH BOOK.

Afrofty morning.-The foddering of cattle.-The woodman and his dog.—The poultry.-Whimsical effects of froft at a waterfall.-The Empress of Ruffia's palace of ice.Amusements of monarchs.-War, one of them. -Wars, whence-And whence monarchy.-The evils of it.-English and French loyalty contrafted.—The Baftile, and a prisoner there.—Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.—Modern patriotism questionable, and why.—The perishable nature of the best buman institutions.—Spiritual liberty not perishable.— The flavish ftate of man by nature. - Deliver him, Deift, if you can.-Grace must do it. The respective merits of patriots and martyrs stated. Their different treatment.-Happy freedom of the man whom grace His relish of the works of God.-Ad

makes free.
drefs to the Creator.

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BOOK V.

K.

THE WINTER MORNING WALK,

'Tis morning; and the fun with ruddy orb
Afcending, fires the horizon: while the clouds
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,

Refemble moft fome city in a blaze,

Seen through the leaflefs wood. His flanting ray
Slides ineffectual down the fnowy vale,

And tinging all with his own rofy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry fpiry blade
Stretches a length of fhadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

In fpite of gravity, and fage remark
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Provokes me to a fimile. With eye afkance
I view the muscular proportion'd limb
Transform'd to a lean fhank. The fhapeless pair,

As they defign'd to mock me, at my fide
Take step for step; and as I near approach
The cottage,
walk along the plaister'd wall,
Prepoft'rous fight! the legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents,
And coarser grafs upfpearing o'er the rest,
Of late unfightly and unseen, now fhine
Confpicuous, and in bright apparel clad,
And fledg'd with icy feathers, nod fuperb.
The cattle mourn in corners where the fence
Screens them, and feem half petrify'd to sleep
In unrecumbent fadness. There they wait
Their wonted fodder, not like hung'ring man
Fretful if unfupply'd, but filent, meek,