Proud of the yoke, and pliant to the rod, Th' encroaching tide that drowns her lessening lands; And sees far off, with an indignant groan, Her native plains, and empires once her own? springs, By reason's light, on resolution's wings, Spite of her frail companion, dauntless goes O'er Libya's deserts and through Zembla's snows? She bids each slumb'ring energy awake, Another touch, another temper take, Suspends th' inferior laws that rule our clay : The stubborn elements confess her sway; Their little wants, their low desires, refine, Not but the human fabric from the birth What wonder if to patient valour train'd, They guard with spirit, what by strength they gain'd? And while their rocky ramparts round they see, The rough abode of want and liberty, (As lawless force from confidence will grow) Insult the plenty of the vales below? What wonder, in the sultry climes, that spread Or on frail floats to neighb'ring cities ride, * * 93 [The following couplet, which was intended to have been introduced in the poem on the Alliance of Education and Government, is much too beautiful to be lost.-Mason.] When love could teach a monarch to be wise, STANZAS TO MR. BENTLEY. A FRAGMENT. IN silent the tuneful choir among, gaze Half pleased, half blushing, let the Muse admire, While Bentley leads her sister-art along, And bids the pencil answer to the lyre. See, in their course, each transitory thought The tardy rhymes that used to linger on, And catch a lustre from his genuine flame. Ah! could they catch his strength, his easy grace, His quick creation, his unerring line; The energy of Pope they might efface, And Dryden's harmony submit to mine. But not to one in this benighted age Is that diviner inspiration giv'n, That burns in Shakespeare's or in Milton's page, The pomp and prodigality of heav'n. As when conspiring in the diamond's blaze, Enough for me, if to some feeling breast |