The rude, bleak waste a blooming verdure wears; Rocks blush with vines, and heaths are gay parterres ; While airy forms trip o'er th' enchanted ground, And heav'nly mufic charms the region round. Ah! fpare your fneers, ye fons of wealth and care: Gold cannot paint a scene so gay and fair. Such too that pow'r, which bids the landfkip glow, Is aim'd to ftrike, it awes the proudeft heart. When Dunciads doom it to the fcoffs of fame. When human laws are bought, its active zeal Reftores to Juftice her impartial scale. No lurking vice efcapes its fcourging lay, Stripp'd bare, and branded in the eye of day. So Rome's grave cenfors o'er her manners reign'd, Where justice fail'd, their chaft'ning rod restrain'd; If If ranker weeds their foul contagion spread, And daring Licence rais'd her impious head, Thefe, while the state could bear a cenfor's frown, Check'd their lewd growth, and pull'd corruption down. Here fprings a wifh, that none their pow'r profane : Pure be his life, who writes, from ev'ry ftain; Pure let his page with facred luftre shine; Let rigid virtue mark the blameless line. If e'er (which heav'n avert !) he leaves her fide, When Lewdnefs pours his vile debauch'ries forth, That, when the ftrangled thought would prefs to light, But hence; and darkness whelm th' apoftate throng! To brighter themes I fteer my wand'ring fong. That That glorious lift my raptur'd eyes furvey, Which Greece and Rome with confcious pride display, Which, fpar'd by spoiling time, and Gothic rage, Admir'd, rever'd, has fhone through ev'ry age. Where conqueft waits to crown the warrior's brow. Few yet have fped, whofe bold ambition dar'd To fnatch the wreath, which crowns the epic bard: Where join, at once, confiftence, ftrength, and grace. These Milton fcorn'd, who ftretch'd, on wing fublime, Some nearer home their short excurfions try, Or fhave, in level flight, the nether sky; Like bees, in fummer fields, the buzzing throngs Some, humbler ftill, their petty pow'r employ, Who glitter, flutter, fhoot their ftings, and die. As atoms crowded in the folár ray, Their embryo forms in endless mazes stray. Yet Yet fee that groupe, no undiftinguish'd choir, Gentler in mien, and lovelier in attire: Mark, how each Grace directs their pleafing toils, For thefe, whene'er they take the letter'd field, FIN I S. |