Say, do her dauntlefs Patriots feel The fatal ax, and torturing wheel? O'er her no cruel Tyrant reigns, No patriot blood her fcaffold ftains, 'Tis Luxury's infidious hand. Spreading Corruption through the land; 'Tis Indolence whofe powers controul Each nobler purpose of the foul; 'Tis noisy Faction's selfish aim, Difguis'd beneath thy fpecious name. These are the fiends whofe fatal rage Pale Slavery there may fhake in vain Her iron rod, and galling chain: No No force the fearless foul can bind, Or bow the unconquerable mind. Scorn'd is the Tyrant's harsh decree ODE O'er Nature reigns with pleafing fway, Whose mild command each gentler breast Enraptur❜d glories to obey: O give my ravish'd sense to trace In every form thy polish'd grace, Whether thy footsteps deign to tread Whether Whether thou joy'st to haunt the dale, Or drink the mountain's ambient gale, Or, with a more ambitious aim, To animate the human frame, Bid the bright eye refiftlefs charm, The fnowy bofom fwell, or fhape the ivory arm. II. When at the ETERNAL's dread command From Chaos rofe this fabric fair, He bade thy ornamenting hand O'er all creation spread it's care. By thee was Earth's maternal breast Involv'd in verdure's radiant veft, Heaven's fpacious arch thy tints embue O'er the bleak hill thy order bade The foreft fpread luxuriant fhade, Thy Thy fingers through the irriguous mead The river's fhining current lead Till it's increafing waters gain The unconfin'd expanfe of Ocean's vaft domain. III. Glows not a fhrub with vivid bloom Mid the receffes of the vale; Sheds not a flower it's rich perfume To shade the mountain's hoary brow; Bends not an ofier dank to lave It's branches in the paffing wave. Down the rude cliff's tremendous fide Pours not a ftream it's whitening tide, Nor arch'd by filver poplars, cool Spreads it's fmooth breaft the lucid pool, VOL. I. C But |