Were wont perform at fell Diana's shrine, He doth constrain his vassals to adore [lore. Perforce their sacred names, and learn their sacred And to the Fairy knight now drawing near, With voice terrific and impetuous mien, (All was he wont less dreadful to appear, When known and practis'd then at distance seen) And kingly stretching forth his sceptre sheen, Him he commandeth, upon threaten'd pain Of his displeasure high and vengeance keen, From his rebellious purpose to refrain, [train. And all due honours pay to Learning's reverend His princely will, long us'd to boundless sway, The knight his tender son's distressful stour 3 Perceiving, swift to his assistance flew : Ne vainly stay'd to deprecate that power, Which from submission aye more haughty grew. For that proud giant's force he wisely knew, Not to be meanly dreaded, nor defy'd With rash presumption; and with courage true, Rather than step from Virtue's paths aside, Oft had he singly scorn'd his all-dismaying pride. And now, disdaining parle, his courser hot The forts of life: ne never to confound With utter ruin, and abolish quite A power so puissant by his single might Did he presume to hope: himself alone From lawless force to free, in bloody fight He stood; content to bow to Custom's throne, So Reason mote not blush his sovran rule to own. So well he warded, and so fiercely press'd His foe, that weary vex'd he of the fray; Yet nould he algates " lower his haughty crest; But masking in contempt his sore dismay, Disdainfully releas'd the trembling prey, As one unworthy of his princely care; Then proudly casting on the warlike Fay " A smile of scorn and pity, through the air Gan blow his shrilling horn; the blast was heard afar. Eftsoons astonish'd at th' alarming sound, The signal of distress and hostile wrong, Confus'dly trooping from all quarters round Came pouring o'er the plain a numerous throng Of every sex and order, old and young; The vassals of great Custom's wide domain, Who, to his lore inur'd by usage long, His every summons heard with pleasure fain, And felt his every wound with sympathetic pain. They, when their bleeding king they did behold, And saw an armed knight him standing near, Attended by that palmer sage and bold, Whose venturous search of devious truth whileSpread through the realms of Learning horrours Y-seized were at first with terrours great; [drear, And in their boding hearts began to fear, Dissension factious, controversial hate, [ere He fiercely prick'd, and couch'd his vengeful And innovations strange in Custom's peaceful state. spear; Where-with the giant he so rudely smot, The giant's furious arm, about him wheel'd, Through rage defenceless, mote advantage yield, With his sharp sword so oft he did him gride 9, That his gold-sandal'd feet in crimson floods were dy'd. His baser parts he maim'd with many a wound; But when they saw the knight his fauchion sheathe, And climbing to his steed march thence away, With all his hostile train, they 'gan to breathe With freer spirit, and with aspect gay Soon chas'd the gathering clouds of black affray. Alse their great monarch, cheered with the view Of myriads, who confess his sovran sway, His ruffled pride began to plume anew; And on his bugle clear a strain of triumph blew. There-at the multitude, that stood around, Sent up at once a universal roar Of boisterous joy: the sudden-bursting sound, Like the explosion of a warlike store Of nitrous grain, th' afflicted welkin 13 tore. Then turning towards the knight, with scoffings Heart-piercing insults, and revilings sore, [lewd, Loud bursts of laughter vain, and hisses rude, As through the throng he pass'd, his parting steps pursued. Alse from that forked hill the boasted seat Of studious Peace and mild Philosophy, Indignant murmurs mote be heard to threat, Mustering their rage; eke baleful Infamy, Rouz'd from her den of base obscurity By those same Maidens Nine, began to sound Her brazen trump of blakening obloquy: Sharp, secret arrows shot, and aim'd his back to While Satire, with dark clouds encompast round, wound. With curious eve observing, as he stray'd Ne suffer'd ought disturb their merry glee : Nor Heaven's tempestuous threats, nor Earth's convulsive throes. But chiefly they whom Heaven's disposing hand Had seated high on Fortune's upper stage; And plac'd within their call the sacred band That waits on Nurture and Instruction sage, If haply their wise hests' mote them engage To climb through knowledge to more noble praise; And as they mount, enlighten every age With the bright influence of fair Virtue's rays; Which from the awful heights of Grandeur brighter blaze. They, O perverse and base ingratitude! Despising the great ends of Providence, For which above their mates they were endued With wealth, authority and eminence, To the low services of brutal sense Abus'd the means of pleasures more refin'd, Of knowledge, virtue, and beneficence; And fettering on her throne th' immortal Mind, The guidance of her realm to passions wild resign'd. Hence thoughtless, shameless, reckless, spiritless, Nought worthy of their kind did they essay; But, or benumb'd with palsied Idleness, In meerly living loitered life away; Or, by false taste of pleasure led astray, For ever wandering in the sensual bowers Of feverish Debauch, and lustful Play, Spent on ignoble toils their active powers, And with untimely blasts diseas'd their vernal hours. Ev'n they to whom kind Nature did accord Of beastly Comus loathing they declin'd, For choice them needed none, who only sought Whom Nature prompts, and Fortune calls to play? "Lords of the Earth, be happy as ye may !" So learn'd, so taught the leaders of mankind; Th' unreasoning vulgar willingly obey, 1 Behests, precepts, commands. [find. And, leaving toil and poverty behind, Ran forth by different ways, the blissful boon to Nor tedious was the seach; for every where, As nigh great Custom's royal towers the knight 1 Pass'd through th' adjoining hamlets, mote he The merry voice of festival Delight [hear Saluting the return of morning bright With matin-revel, by the mid-day hours Scarce ended; and again with dewy night, In cover'd theatres, or leafy bowers, Offering her evening vows to Pleasure's joyous powers. And ever on the way mote he espy Men, women, children, a promiscuous throng And every gay desire with various joys supplied. Majestically frown'd upon the plain, And over all an awful horrour cast. Beneath this high o'er-arching canopy Of birds sweet-echoing through the lonely shade, 2 Before, Within its sheltering arms securely laid, Disclos'd to sudden view a vale profound, With Nature's artless smiles and tranquil beauties crown'd. There, on the basis of an ancient pile, Whose cross-surmounted spire o'erlook'd the wood, A venerable matron they ere-while "O dearest drad!" he cried, "fair island queen! train Of sciences and arts, adorns thy reign With wealth and knowledge, splendour and renown? [plain! Each port how throng'd! how fruitful every How blithe the country! and how gay the town! While Liberty secures and heightens every boon !” Awaken'd from her trance of pensive woe By these fair flattering words, she rais'd her head; And, bending on the knight her frowning brow, "Mock'st thou my sorrows, Fairy son?" she said. "Or is thy judgment by thy heart misled To deem that certain, which thy hopes suggest? To deem them full of life and lustihead 3, Whose cheeks in Hebe's vivid tints are drest, And with Joy's careless mien and dimpled smiles imprest? "Thy unsuspecting heart how nobly good I know, how sanguine in thy country's cause! And mark'd thy virtue, singly how it stood Th' assaults of mighty Custom, which o'erawes The faint and timorous mind, and oft withdraws From Reason's lore th' ambitious and the vain By the sweet lure of popular applause, Against their bitter knowledge, to maintain The lawless throne of Vice. or Folly's childish reign. "How vast his influence! how wide his sway! Thyself ere-while by proof didst understand: And saw'st, as through his realms thou took'st thy way, How Vice and Folly had o'erspread the land. And canst thou then, O Fairy son, demand The reason of my woe? or hope to ease The throbbings of my heart with speeches bland, And words more apt my sorrows to increase, The once-dear names of Wealth, and Liberty and Peace? "Peace, Wealth, and Liberty, that noblest boon, Are blessings only to the wise and good; To weak and vicious minds their worth unknown, The symptoms of a foul, diseas'd and bloated state. "To you, ye noble, opulent, and great! The health and sickness of the commonweal; The maladies you cause, yourselves must heal. In vain to the unthinking harden'd crowd Will Truth and Reason make their just appeal; In vain will sacred Wisdom cry aloud; And Justice drench in vain her vengeful sword in blood. "With you must reformation first take place : "Bethink you then, my children, of the trust 4 Shape, form. And, by due discipline and nurture sage, In Virtue's lore betimes your docile sons engage. "You chiefly, who like me in secret mourn The prevalence of Custom lewd and vain; And you, who, though, by the rude torrent borne Unwillingly along, you yield with pain To his behests, and act what you disdain, Yet nourish in your hearts the generous love Of piety and truth, no more restrain The manly zeal; but all your sinews move The present to reclaim, the future race improve! "Eftsoons by your joint efforts shall be quell'd Yon haughty giant, who so proudly sways A sceptre by repute alone upheld; Who, where he cannot dictate, straight obeys. Accustom❜d to conform his flattering phrase To numbers and high-plac'd authority, Your party he will join, your maxims praise, And, drawing after all his menial fry, Soon teach the general voice your act to ratify. "Ne for the achievement of this great emprize The want of means or counsel may ye dread: From my twin-daughters' fruitful wombs shall rise A race of letter'd sages, deeply read In Learning's various writ: by whom y-led Through each well-cultur'd plot, each beauteous grove, Where antique Wisdom whilom wont to tread, With mingled glee and profit may ye rove, And cull each virtuous plant, each tree of knowledge prove. "Yourselves with virtue thus and knowledge fraught Of what, in ancient days, of good or great "By you invited to her secret bowers, While from their forked mount descending down Yon supercilious pedant train shall own Her empire paramount, ere-long by her Y-taught a lesson in their schools unknown, 'To Learning's richest treasures to prefer The knowledge of the world, and man's great business there.' "On this prime science, as the final end Of all her discipline and nurturing care, Her eye Pædia fixing aye shall bend Her every thought and effort to prepare Her tender pupils for the various war, Which Vice and Folly shall upon them wage, As on the perilous march of life they fare With prudent lore fore-arming every age 'Gainst Pleasure's treacherous joys, and Pain's embattled rage. "Then shall my youthful sons, to Wisdom led By fair example and ingenuous praise, With willing feet the paths of duty tread; Through the world's intricate or rugged ways Shall purge their minds from all impure allays And swell th' ennobled heart with bless'd benevo lence. "Then also shall this emblematic pile, By magic whilom fram'd to sympathize With all the fortunes of this changeful isle, Still, as my sons in fame and virtue rise, Grow with their growth, and to th' applauding skies Its radiant cross uplift; the while, to grace On these that royal dame her ravish'd eyes With new-plac'd statues deck'd on every side, Her parent-breast would swell with generous pride. And now with her in that sequester'd plain, The Knight awhile constraining to abide, She to the Fairy youth with pleasure fain Those sulptur'd chiefs did show, and their great lives explain. FATHER FRANCIS'S PRAYER. NË gay attire, ne marble hall, AN INSCRIPTION ON THE CELL. BENEATH these moss-grown roots, this rustic cell, Truth, Liberty, Content, sequester'd dwell; Say you, who dare our hermitage disdain, What drawing-room can boast so fair a train? AN INSCRIPTION IN THE CELL. SWEET bird, that sing'st on yonder spray, Pursue unharm'd thy sylvan lay; While I beneath this breezy shade In peace repose my careless head; And joining thy enraptur'd song, Instruct the world-enamour'd throng, That the contented harmless breast In solitude itself is blest. INSCRIPTION ON A SUMMER-HOUSE BELONGING TO MR. WEST, AT WICKHAM, IN KENT. (An Imitation of Ausonius, Ad Villam.) Nor wrapt in smoky London's sulphurous clouds, And not far distant, stands my rural cot: Neither obnoxious to intruding crowds, Nor for the good and friendly too remote. And when too much repose brings on the spleen, |