When thou wouldst build; no quarry fent its ftores

T'enrich thy walls: but thou didst hew the floods,

And make thy marble of the glaffy wave.
In fuch a palace Ariftæus found

Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale

Of his loft bees to her maternal ear:

In fuch a palace poetry might place

The armoury of winter; where his troops,

The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy fleet,
Skin-piercing volley, bloffom-bruifing hail,

And fnow that often blinds the trav'ler's course,
And wraps him in an unexpected tomb.
Silently as a dream the fabric rofe;-

No found of hammer or of faw was there.

Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts

Were foon conjoin'd; nor other cement afk'd
Than water interfus'd to make them one.

Lamps gracefully difpos'd, and of all hues,

Illumin'd ev'ry fide: a watʼry light

Gleam'd through the clear tranfparency, that seem'd

Another moon new rifen, or meteor fall'n
From heav'n to earth, of lambent flame ferene.
So ftood the brittle prodigy; though smooth
And flipp'ry the materials, yet frost-bound
Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within,
That royal refidence might well befit,

For grandeur or for ufe. Long wavy wreaths
Of flow'rs, that fear'd no enemy but warmth,
Blush'd on the pannels. Mirror needed none

Where all was vitreous; but in order due
Convivial table and commodious feat

(What feem'd at least commodious feat) were there; Sofa, and couch, and high-built throne august.

The fame lubricity was found in all,

And all was moift to the warm touch; a fcene

Of evanefcent glory, once a stream, ̈
And foon to flide into a ftream again.
Alas! 'twas but a mortifying stroke
Of undefign'd feverity, that glanc'd
(Made by a monarch) on her own eftate,

On human grandeur and the courts of kings.

'Twas tranfient in its nature, as in show

'Twas durable; as worthlefs, as it seem'd

Intrinfically precious; to the foot

Treach'rous and false; it fmil'd, and it was cold.

Great princes have great playthings. Some have play'd
At hewing mountains into men, and some
At building human wonders mountain-high.
Some have amus'd the dull, fad years of life
(Life spent in indolence, and therefore fad)
With schemes of monumental fame; and fought
By pyramids and maufolean pomp,

Short-liv'd themselves, t' immortalize their bones.
Some feek diverfion in the tented field,

And make the forrows of mankind their sport.

But war's a game, which, were their subjects wife,

Kings would not play at.

Nations would do well

T'extort their truncheons from the puny hands

Of heroes, whofe infirm and baby minds

Are gratified with mischief; and who spoil,
Because men fuffer it, their toy the world.

When Babel was confounded, and the great
Confed'racy of projectors wild and vain
Was split into diverfity of tongues,
Then, as a fhepherd separates his flock,
These to the upland, to the valley those,
God drave afunder, and affign'd their lot

To all the nations. Ample was the boon
He gave them, in its diftribution fair

And equal; and he bade them dwell in peace.

Peace was awhile their care: they plough'd, and fow'd,

And reap'd their plenty, without grudge or ftrife.
But violence can never longer fleep

Than human paffions please. In ev'ry heart
Are fown the sparks that kindle fi'ry war;

Occafion needs but fan them, and they blaze.
Cain had already shed a brother's blood:

The deluge wash'd it out; but left unquench'd

The feeds of murder in the breaft of man.

Soon, by a righteous judgment, in the line
Of his defcending progeny was found

The first artificer of death; the fhrewd
Contriver who firft fweated at the forge,
And forc'd the blunt and yet unbloodied steel
To a keen edge, and made it bright for war.
Him, Tubal nam'd, the Vulcan of old times,
The fword and faulchion their inventor claim;
And the firft fmith was the firft murd'rer's fon.
His art furviv'd the waters; and ere long,
When man was multiplied and spread abroad
In tribes and clans, and had begun to call
These meadows and that range of hills his own,
The tafted sweets of property begat

Defire of more; and industry in fome,

T'improve and cultivate their juft demefne,

Made others covet what they faw so fair.

Thus war began on earth:

thefe fought for spoil,

And thofe in felf-defence.

Savage at first,