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Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd,
My soul is sick with.every day's report
Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fillid.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart;
It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond
Of brotherhood is sever'd as the fax

That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 2. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin

Not colour'd like his own; and having pow'r
T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith
Abhor each other. 'Mountains interpos'd,
Make enemies of nations, who had else,

Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
$. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys ;

And worse than all, and most to be deplor'd,
As human nature's broadest, foulest blot,
Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his swet
With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart

Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
4. Then what is man! And what man seeing this,

And having human feelings, does not blush
And hang his head, to think himself a man?
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth

That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd. 5.No :'dear as freedom is, and in

my

heart's
Just estimation priz'd above all price ;
I had much rather be myself the slave,
And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him..!
We have no slaves at home-then why abroad
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave.

That parts us, are emancipate and loos’d. -
8. Slaves cannot breathe in England: if their lungs

Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein
Of all your empire: that where Britain's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.

COW PER:

CHAPTER IV.,
Descriptive pieces.

SECTION 1.

The morning in s'immer.
1. The meek ey'd morn appears, mother of dews,

At first faint gleaming in the dappled east;
Till far o'er ether spreads the wid'ning glow;
And from before the lustre of her face
White break the clouds away. With quicken'd step
Lrown night retires : young day pours in apace,

And opens all the lawny prospect wide.
2. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top,

Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Blue, thro' the dusk, the smoaking currents shine;
And from the bladed field the fearful hare
Limps awkward: while along the forest-glade
The wild deer trip, and often turning gaze
At early passenger. Music awakes
The native voice of undissembled joy ;

And thick around the woodland hymns arise. 8. Rous’d by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves

His mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells;
And from the crowded fold, in order, drives
His flock to taste the verdure of the morn.

Falsely luxurious, will not man awake;
And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy
The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour
To meditation due and sacred song ?

For is there ought in sleep can charin the wise ? 4. To lie in dead oblivion, losing half

The fleeting moments of too short a life;
Total extinction of th' enlightened soul !
Or else to feverish vanity alive,
Wilder'd, and tossing thro' distemper'd dreams ?
Who would, in such a gloomy state, remain
Longer than nature craves; when ev'ry muse
And every blooming pleasure waits without,
To bless the wildly devious morning walk?

9 SECTION II.
Rural sounds, as well as ry

rural sights, delightful. 1. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds

Exhilerate the spirit, and restore :

THOMSON.

The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds,
That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood
Of ancient growth, make music, not unlike
The dash of ocean on his winding shore,
And lull the spirit while they fill the mind,
Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast,

And all their leaves fast futt'ring all at once. 2. Nor less composure waits upoo the roar

3: distani floods; or on the softer voice
Of neighb'ring fountain ; or of rills that slip
Through the cleft rock. and, chiming as they fall
Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length
In matted grass, that, with a livelier green,
Betravs the secret of their silent course.
Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds;
But animated nature sweeter still,

To sooth and satisfy the human ear.
3. Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one

The live-long night. Nor these alone, whose notes
Nice finger'd art must emulate in vain ;
But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime,
In still repeated circles, screaming loud,
The jay, the pye, and ev'n the boding owl

That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.
Sounds inharmonious in themselves, and harsh,
Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns,
And only there, please highly for their sake.

SECTION III.

The Rose. 1. The rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a shower,

Which Mary to Anna convey'd;
The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flower,

And weigh'd down its beautiful head.
2. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet,

And seem'd to a fanciful view,
To weep for the buds it had left with regret,

On the flourishing bush where it grew. 3. 1 hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was

For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd; And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas !

I snap'd it-it fell to the ground. 4. And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part, Some act by the delicate mind,

COWPER.

COWPER.

Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart,

Already to sorrow resign'd. 6. This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might

have bloom'd with its owner awhile : And the tear that is wip'd with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

SECTION IV.

Care of birds for their young 1. As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,

Not to be tempted from her tender task,
Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth delight,
Tho' the whole loosen'd spring around her blows,
Her sympathizing partner takes his stand
High on the opponent bank, and ceaseless sings
The tedious time away; or else supplies
Her place a moment, while she sudden flits

To pick the scanty meal. 2.

Th' appointed time
With pious toil fulfill'd, the callow young,
Warmid and expanded into perfect life,
Their brittle bondage break, and come to light,
A helpless family, demanding food
With constant clamour. O what passions then,
What melting sentiments of kindly care,

On the new parents seize ! 3.

Away they fly
Affectionate, and undesiring bear
The most delicious morsel to their young;
Which equally distributed, again
The search begins. Even so a gentle pair
By fortune sunk, but form'd of gen'rous mould,
And charm'd with cares beyond the vulgar breas:
In some lune cot aniid the distant woods,
Sustain'd alone by providential Heav'n,
Ofi, as they weeping eye their infant train,
Check their own appetites, and give them all.

THOMSON
SECTION V.
Liberty and slavery contrasted. Part of a letter written

from Italy by Addison. 1. How has kind Heav'n adorn'd the happy land,

And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful hand ?

But what avail her unexhausted stores,
Her blooming mountains, and her sunny shores,
With all the gifts that heav'n and earth impart,
The smiles of nature, and the charms of art,
While proud oppression in her valley's reigns,
And týranny usurps her happy plains !
The poor inhabitant beholds in vain
The redd’ning orange, and the swelling grain;
Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines,

And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines.
2. Oh, Liberty, thou pow'r supremely bright,
Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight!
Perpetual pleasures in thy presence reign;
And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train.
Eas'd of her load, subjection grows more light;
And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight.
Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay ;

Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day. 3. On foreigo mountains, may the sun refine

The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine ;
With citron groves adorn a distant soil,
And the fat olive swell with floods of oil :
We envy not the warmer clime, that lies
In ten degrees of more indulgent skies ;
Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine,
Tho' o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine:
'Tis liberty that crowns Britannia's Isle,
And makes her barren rocks, and her bleak moun-
tains smile.

SECTION VI.
Charity. A paraphrase on the 13th Chapter of the first

epistle to the Corinthians.
1. Did sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,

Than ever man pronounc'd or angel sung;
Had i all knowledge human and divine,
That thought can reach, or science can define ;
And had I pow'r to give that knowledge birth,
In all the speeches of the babbling earth ;
Did Shadrach's zeal my growing breast inspire,
To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire;
Or had I faith like that which Israel saw,
When Moses gave them miracles and law;
Yet gracious charity, indulgent guest,
Were not thy pow'r esented in my breast;

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