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In happy climes, the seat of innocence,
Where nature guides and virtue rules,
The pedantry of courts and schools :
The rise of empire and of arts,
The wiseft heads, and noblest hearts.
Not such as Europe breeds in her decay ;
Such as she bred when fresh and young,
By future poets shall be sung.
The four first acts already past,
Time's noblest offspring is the last.
M A S O N.
By WILLIAM WHITEHEAD, Esq;
Thy fortitude the torrent braves ;
The world, the world will have its flaves.
Which early fancy loves to form,
The choice, to take or to refuse;
Allots the very will to chale.
By custom guided to pursue :
Or wealth, or honors, fame, or ease;
Where Cam glides indolently flow,
Here, here for ever let me stay, “ Here calmly loiter life away, “ Nor all those vain connections know
" Which fetter down the free-born mind «The flave of interest, or of thew; “ Whilst yon gay tenant of the grove; "The happier heir of Nature's love,
“ Can warble unconfin'd."
Yet sure, my friend, th' eternal plan
By Truth unerring was defign'd; Inferior parts were made for man,
But man himself for all mankind. Then by th' apparent judge th' unseen; Behold liow rolls this yaft machine
To one great end, howe'er withstood,
Directing its impartial course,
The indolent by force.
That bird, thy fancy frees from care,
With many a fear unknown to thee,
From field to field, from tree to treę :
Alarm by turns his anxious breast;
Some stated void for thee to fill,
'Till, happier in thy wider sphere,
Thou quit thy darling schemes of ease;
Expect the night of peace.
He Silence rules the midnight hour,
I woo thee, Goddess. On my musing mind
Descend, propitious Power!