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The fightlefs herd fequacious, who purfue
Dull Folly's path, and does as others do,
Who look with purblind prejudice and scorn,
On different fects, in different nations born,
Let us, my Craufurd, with compaflion view,
Pity their pride, but fhun their error too.
From Belvidere's fair groves, and mountains
green,

Which Nature rais'd, rejoicing to be seen,
Let us, while raptur'd on her works we gaze,
And the heart riots on luxurious praife,
Th expanded thought,the boundless with retain,
And let not Nature moralize in vain.

TENLARGEMENT of the MIND. Langhorne. LL To General Craufurd. Written at Bet videre 1756. Was the man, who, prodigal of mind, Itoh embraces human kind? Alpen sets, all party zeal above, We Realon, and whofe God is Love; Parta's friend, a foe to fraud and art Where is the man, fo welcome to my heart?

O facred Guide! preceptrefs more fublime Than fages boafing o'er the wrecks of time! See on each page her beauteous volume bear The golden characters of good and fair. All human knowledge (bluth, collegiate pride!) Flows from her works, to none that reads denied.

Shall the dull inmate of pedantic walls, On whofe old walk the funbeam feldom falls, Who knows of nature, and of man, no more Than fills fome page of antiquated loreShall he, in words and terms profoundly wife, The better knowledge of the world defpife, Think Wisdom centered in a falfe degree, And fcorn the fcholar of Humanity?

Something of men thefe fapient drones may Of men that liv'd two thousand years ago: [know, Such human monsters if the world e'er knew, As ancient verfe, and ancient story drew!

If to one object, fyftem, fcene confin'd, The fure effect is narrowness of mind.

'Twas thus St. Robert, in his lonely wood, Forfook each focial duty-to be good. Thus Hobbes on one dear fyftem fix'd his eyes, And prov'd his nature wretched--to be wife. Each zealot thus, elate with ghoftly pride, Adores his God, and hates the world befide. Though form'd with powers to grasp this various ball,

Gods! to what meannefs may the spirit fall! Powers that fhould spread in reafon's orient ray, How are they darken'd, and debarr'd the day!

When late, where Tajo rolls his ancient tide, Reflecting clear the mountain's purple fide, Thy genius, Craufurd, Britain's legions led, And fear's chill cloud forfook each bright'ning head,

By nature brave, and generous as thou art,
Say, did not human follies vex thy heart?
Glow'd not thy breaft indignant, when you faw
The dome of murder confecrate by law?
Where fiends, commiffion'd with the legal rod,
In pure devotion, burn the works of God.

O change me, powers of Nature, if ye can, Transform me, make ine any thing but man. Yet why! This heart all human kind forgives,

While Gillman loves me, and while Craufurd
Is nature, all benevolent, to blame, [lives.
That half her offspring are their mother's fhame?
Did the ordain o'er this fair scene of things
The cruelty of Priests, or pride of Kings?
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fame,

Is Nature, all benevolent, to blame?

"Yet furely once, my friend, the feem'd to err; "For W-ch--t was"He was not made by her. Sure, form'd of clay that nature held in scorn, By fiends constructed, and in darkness born, Rofe the low wretch, who, defpicably vile, Would fell his Country for a Courtier's fmile; Would give up all to truth and freedom dear, To dine with **** or fome ideot peer, Whole mean malevolence, in dark disguise The man that never injur'd him belies, Whofe actions bad and good two motives guide, The Serpent's malice, and the Coxcomb's pride. "Is there a wretch fo mean, so bafe, fo low?" I know there is-afk W--ch--t if he know.

O that the world were emptied of its flaves! That all the fools were gone, and all the knaves! Then might we, Craufurd, with delight embrace

In boundless love the reft of human race.
But let not knaves mifanthropy create,
Nor feed the gall of univerfal hate.
Wherever Genius, Truth, and Virtue dwell,
Polish'd in courts, or simple in a cell,
All views of country, fects, and creeds apart,
Thefe, thefe I love, and hold them to my heart.
Vain of our beauteous ifle, and justly vain,
For freedom here, and health, and plenty reign,
We different lots contemptuously compare,
And boaft, like children, of a fav'rite's fhare.
Yet though each vale a deeper verdure yields
Than Arno's banks, or Andalufia's fields,
Though many a tree-crown'd mountain teems
with ore,

Though flocks innumerous whiten every shore,
Why should we, thus with nature's wealth elate,
Behold her different families with hate?
Look on her works-on every page you'll find
Infcrib'd the doctrine of the focial mind.

See countlets worlds of infect being thare
Th' unenvied regions of the liberal air!
In the fame grove what mufic void of ftrife!
Heirs of one itream, what tribes of fcaly life!
See Earth, and Air, and Fire, and Flood combine,
Of general good to aid the great defign!

Where Ancon drags o'er Lincoln's lurid plain, Like a flow fnake, his dirty-winding train, Where fogs eternal blot the face of day, And the loft bittern moans his gloomy way; As well we might, for unpropitious kies, The blameless native with his clime defpife, As him who ftill the poorer lot partakes Of Bilcay's mountains, or Batavia's lakes. Yet look once more on Nature's various plan! Behold and love her nobleit creature Man! She, never partial, on each various zone Beftow'd fome portion to the reft unknown, By mutual interest meaning thence to bind In one vaft chain the commerce of mankind. Behold, ye vin difturbers of an hour! Ye Dupes of Fiction! and ye Tools of Power!

Behold, and lofe your littleness of rage!
Throw Envy, Folly, Prejudice behind!
And yield to Truth the empire of the mind.
Immortal Truth! O from thy radiant thrine,'
Where Light created first essay`d to shine;
Where cluft'ring Stars eternal beams display,
And Gems ethereal drink the golden day;
To chafe this moral, clear this fenfual night,
O fhed one ray of thy celeftial light!
Teach us, while wandering through this vale
below

We know but little, that we little know.
One beam to mole-ey'd Prejudice convey,
Let Pride perceive one mortifying ray;
Thy glafs to Fools, to Infidels apply,
And all the dimnefs of the mental eye.

Plac'd ou this fhore of Time's far-ftretching bourn,

With leave to look at Nature and return;
While wave on wave impels the human tide,
And ages fink, forgotten as they glide;
Can life's thort duties better be discharg'd,
Than when we leave it with a mind enlarg'd?

Judg'd not the old Philofopher aright,
When thus he preach'd, his pupils in his fight?
"It matters not, my friends, how low or high,
Your little walk of tranfient life may lie;
Soon will the reign of Hope and Fear be o'er,
And warring paffions militate no more:
And truft me, he who, having once furvey'd
The good and fair which Nature's wifdom made,
The fooneft to his former state retires,
And feels the peace of fatisfied defires,
(Let others deem more wifely if they can)
I look on him to be the happiest man."

So thought the facred Sage, in whom I truft Because I feel his fentiments are juít. 'Twas not in Luftrums of long counted years That fwell'd th'alternate reign of hopes and fears Not in the fplendid fcenes of pain and ftrife, That Wisdom plac'd the dignity of life; To ftudy Nature was the talk defign'd, And learn from her th' enlargement of the mind Learn from her works whatever Truth admire: And fleep in Death with satisfied defires.

$33. EPISTLE II.

To William Langborne, M. A. 1760. LIGHT heard his voice, and, eager to obey, From all her orient fountains burit away.

At Nature's birth, O! had the power divine Commanded thus the moral fun to fhine, Beam'd on the mind all reafon's influence brigh And the full day of intellectual light, Then the free foul,on Truth'strong pinionborn Had never languifh'd in this fhade forlorn.

Yet thus imperfect form'd,thus blind and vair Doom'd by long toil a glimple of truth to gain; Beyond its fphere fhall human wifdom go, And boldly cenfure what it cannot know? 'Tis ours to cherish what Heav'n deign'd to giv And thankful for the gift of being live.

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"That, in proportion as each being stays In perfect life, it rifes and decaysIs Nature's law-to forms alone confin'd, The laws of matter act not on the Mind. Too feebly, fure, its faculties must grow, And Reafon brings her borrow'd light too flow." O! ftill cenforious? art thou then poffeft Of Reaton's power, and does the rule thy breaft? Say what the ufe-had Providence affign'd To infant years maturity of mind?

That thy pert offspring, as their father wife, Might fcorn thy precepts, and thy pow'r de fpife?

Or mourn, with ill-match'd faculties at ftrife,
O'er limbs unequal to the task of life?
To feel more fenfibly the woes that wait
On every period, as on every state;
And flight, fad convicts of each painful truth,
The happier trifles of unthinking youth?

Conclude we then the progress of the mind
Ordain'd by wildom infinitely kind:
No innate knowledge on the foul impreft,
No birthright instinct acting in the breast,
No natal light, no beam from Heav'n display'd,
Dart through the darkness of the mental fhade.
Perceptive powers we hold from Heav'ns decree,
Alike to knowledge as to virtue free,
In both a liberal agency we bear,
The moral here, the intellectual there;
And hence in both an equal joy is known,
The confcious pleafure of an act our own.

When first the trembling eye receives the day, External forms on young perception play; External forms affect the mind alone, Their diff'rent pow'rs and properties unknown. See the pleas'd infant court the flaming brand, Eager to grafp the glory in its hand! The cryftal wave as eager to pervade, Stretch its fond arms to meet the fmiling fhade! When Memory's call the mimic words obey, And wing the thought that falters on its way; When wife experience her flow verdict draws, The fure effect exploring in the Cause, In Nature's rude, but not unfruitful wild, Reflection fprings, and Reafon is her child: On her fair ftock the blooming fcyon grows, And brighter through revolving feafons blows: All beauteous flower! immortal fhalt thou fhine,

When dim with age yon golden orbs decline; Thy orient bloom, unconfcious of decay, Shall spread, and flourish in eternal day.

O! with what art, my friend, what early care, Should wifdom cultivate a plant fo fair! How should her eye the rip'ning mind revise, And blaft the buds of folly as they rife! How fhould her hand with industry reftrain, The thriving growth of paffion's fruitful train, Afpiring weeds, whole lofty arms would tow'r With fatal fhade o'er reafon's tender flow'r!

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From low purfuits the ductile mind to fave,
Crceds that contract, and vices that entlave;
O'er life's rough feas its doubtful courie to itter,
Unbroke by av'rice, bigotry, or fear!
For this Fair Science fpreads her light afar,
And ills the bright urn of her eastern star.
The liberal power in no fequetter'd cells,
No moonthine-courts of dreaming ichoolmen
dwells;

Diftinguit'd far her lofty temple stands,
- Where the tall mountain looks o'er diftant lands,
All round her throne the graceful arts appear,
That boaft the empire of the eye or ear.

See favour'd firit, and nearest to the throne
By the rapt mien of muting Silence known,
Fled from herself, the Pow'r of Numbers plac'd,
Her wild thoughts watch'd by Harmony and
Tafte.

There (but at diftance never meant to vie),
The full-form'd image glancing on her eye,
See lively Painting! on her various face,
Quick-gliding forms a moment find a place;
She looks, the acts the character the gives,
And a new feature in each feature lives.

See Attic ease in Sculpture's graceful air,
Half loose her robe, and half unbound her hair;
To life, to life, the fmiling feems to call,
And down her fair hands negligently fall.
Lat, but not meanest, of the glorious choir,
See Mulic, lift'ning to an angel's lyre.

Simplicity, their beauteous handmaid, drest
By Nature, bears a field-flower on her breast.

O Arts divine! O magic Powers that move The fprings of truth, enlarging truth and love! Loft in their charms each mean attachment ends, And Taite and Knowledge thus are Virtue's friends.

Thus nature deigns to fympathize with art,
And leads the moral beauty to the heart;
There, only there, that strong attraction lies,
Which makes the foul, and bids her graces
rife,

Lives in thofe powers of harmony that bind
Congenial hearts, and stretch from mindtomind:
Glow'd in that warmth, that focial kindnessgave,
Which once the reft is filence and the grave.
O tears, that warm from wounded friendship
flow!

O thoughts, that wake to monuments of woe!
Reflection keen, that points the painful dart;
Mem'ry, that speeds its paffage to the heart;
Sad monitors, your cruel power fufpend,
And hide, for ever hide, the buried friend:
-In vain-confeft I fee my Craufurd stand,
And the pen falls-falls from my trembling hand;

My Craufurd ftili fhall claim the mourntul fong,
So long remember'd, and bewail'd fo long.

$ 34. The Univerfal Prayer. Pope. Deo Opt. Max.

FATHER of All! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime, ador'd,
By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou Great First Caufe, leaft understood,
Who all my fense contin'd
To know but this, that Thou art good,
And that myself am blind:
Yet gave me, in this dark eftate,

To fee the good from ill;
And, binding nature faft in fate,
Left free the human will.

What confcience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This teach me more than hell to fhun,
That more than heav'n pursue.
What bleffings thy free bounty gives
Let me not caft away;

For God is paid when man receives,
'T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound,"
Or think Thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round.
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Prefume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolith pride,

Or impious difcontent,
At aught thy wifdom has deny'd,
Or aught thy goodnefs lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I fee;
That mercy I to others fhow,

That mercy thow to me.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,
Since quicken'd by thy breath,
O lead me wherefoe'er I go,
Thro' this day's life, or death.

Een death's dim fhadow feeks to hide, in vain,This day, be bread and peace my lot:

That lib'ral aspect, and that fmile humane;
E'en Death's dim thadow wears a languid light,
And his eye beams through everlafting night.
Till the laft figh of Genius fhall expire,
His keen eye faded, and extinét his fire,
Till time, in league with Envy and with Death,
Blaft the skill'd hand, and ftop the tuneful breath,!

All elte beneath the fun,
Thou know'it if best bestow'd or not;
And let thy will be done.
To Thee, whofe temple is all fpce,
White altar, earth, fea, ikies!
One chorus let all Being raitel

All Nature's incente ri.:!

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§ 33. Mefiab, a Sacred Eclogue. POPE. Nymphs of Solyma! begin the fong; To heavenly themes fublimer ftrains belong. They fountains and the fylvan fhades, The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian maids, Delight no more.- Thou my voice infpire, Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallowed lips with fire! Rapt into future times, the bard begun : A Virgin fall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! From Jefe's root behold a branch arife, Wacked flow'r with fragrance fills the fkies; Theral fpirit o'er its leaves fhall move; And on its top defcends the mystic Dove. Years! from high the dewy nectar pour, And in foft filence fhed the kindly thow'r! The ick and weak the healing plant thall aid, From toms a fhelter, and from heat a fhade. All crizes fhall ceafe, and antient fraud fhall fail, Returning Juftice lift aloft her scale; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And wire rob'd Innocencefrom heav'n defcend. Say the years, and rife th' expected morn!

g to light aufpicious Babe, be born! Nitt utes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incenfe of the breathing spring: See lofer Lebanon his head advance, Sedding forefts on the mountains dance; See pay clouds from lowly Saron rife, And Camel's flow'ry top perfumes the fkies! Barka glad voice the lonely defert cheers; Prepare the way! a God, a God appears! A God, a God the vocal hilis reply: The cks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Letterves him from the bending fkies! kowy mountains, and, ye vallies, rife! With head dain'd, ye cedars, homage pay; Booth verocks; ye rapid floods, give way! The Sar comes! by antient bards foretold; Hear him, ye deaf and, all ye blind behold! He from thick fims thall purge the vifual ray, And on the fightlefs eye-ball pour the day: Ta be th' obructed paths of found fhall clear, and bid new mufic charm th' unfolding ear; The ball fing, the lame his crutch forego, Alexaking like the bounding roe.

murmur, the wide world thall hear: y face he wipes off ev'ry tear. Itine chains thall death be bound, Agrim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. thepherd tends his fleecy care, reeft paiture, and the pureft air, the left, the wand'ring fheep directs, etes them, and by night protects; Tar Embs he raifes in his arms, Fis hand, and in his bofom warms; - mankind his guardian care engage, Trd Father of the future age. Nonation against nation rife,

warriors meet with hateful eyes, th gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, 1. "umpets kindle rage no more; bfticis Laces into feythes hall bend, A the brand falchion in a plough-fhare end.

Then palaces fhall rife: the joyful fon
Shall finith what his thort-liv'd fire begun:
Their vines a fhadow to their race fhall vield,
And the fame hand that fow'd,fhall reap the field.
The fwain in barren defarts, with furprife,
Sees lilies fpring, and fudden verdur rife;
And ftarts, amidst the thirty wilds to hear
New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
On rifted rocks the dragon's late abodes,
The green reed trembles, and the bulrufh nods,
Waite fandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,
The fpiry fir and thapely box adorn:

To leaflets fhrubs the flow'ring palms fucceed
And od rous myrtle to the noifome weed. [mead,
The lambs with wolves fhall graze the verdant
And boys in flow'ry bands the tiger lead;
The fteer and lion at one crib fall meet,
And harmlefs ferpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
The fmiling infant in his hand fhall take
The crefted bafuifk and fpeckled fake,
Pleas'd the green luftre of their scales farvey,
And withtheirfork ytonguethall innocentlyplay
Rife, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rife í
Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes;
See a long race thy fpacious courts adorn;
See future fons and daughters, yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on ev'ry fde arife,
Demanding life, impatient for the fkies!
See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thybrightalta sthrong'd withproftrateking,
and heap'd with products of Sabean fprings!
For thee Idume's fpicy forefts blow,
And feeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See heav'n its parkling portals wide difplay,
And break upon thee in a flood of day.
No more the rifing Sun fhall gild the morn,
Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn,
But loft, diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze,
O'erflow thy courts: the Light himfelf fhall shine
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!
The feas fhall wafte, the fkies in fimoke decay.
Rocks fall to duft, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains:
Thy realm for ever lafts, thy own Messiah reigns!

36. The Prize of Virtue. Pope.

WHAT nothing earthly gives or can deftrcy, The foul's calm funfhine, and the heart-felt joy,

Is Virtue's prize: a better would you fix?
Then give Humility a coach-and-fix?
Juftice a conqu'ror's fword, or Truth a gown,
Or Public Spirit its great cure, a crown.
Weak, foolish Man! will Heav'n reward us there
With the fame trash mad mortals with for here?
The boy and man an individual makes,
Yet figh'ft thon now for apples and for cakes?
Go, like the Indian, in another life
Expect thy dog, thy bottle, and thy wife!
As well as dream fuch trifles are assign'd,
As toys and empires for a godlike mind;

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