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Rang's by all-ruling Heaven's design,
The stars high-blazing roll.
That chance directs the whole.
Yet nations wide adopt this plan:
Unknown in Nature's state;
Th' ignoble or the great.
While such the consecrated springs,
Why sleeps the parent's care?
Regardless of his heir,
But to no favour'd race confin'd,
All ranks alike may claim ;
May bless an humble dame.
. The charm that softens manly grace, The ray that beams in woman's face,
The sympathy of mind,
The mates by heaven design'd.
But peevish Age, and gloomy Pride,
Those links which powerful draw
And Tyranny is law.
Far other maxims form’d our state:
Compose the harmonious frame. Firm hath the mighty fabric stood, And Britain boasts her mingled blood
In many a deathless name.
Free should the sons of freedom wed
Nor, heaping wealth on wealth,
And Sickness blasting Health.
But house for house, and grounds for grounds,
Each parent's thought employ:
Count less substantial joy!
And yet no niggard care confines
Flame in the daughter's dress:
The victim comes in rich attire,
Thy child, O monster, såve!
Thy fatal passion gave.
With torch inverted Hymen stands;
Wild Horror, pale Dismay.
Sure of their destin'd prey.
Compell'd, the falt'ring priest slow-ties
For spotless truth ordain'd.
The sacred rites profan'd.
Go, wedded pair! all blithe and gay
gate. Inyok'd the genial powers attend : So shall a hapless line descend,
Heir to your wretched fate.
Unheir'd, a mass of barren earth,
Transmits a future race.
Perpetuate man's disgrace?
Yet Nature will assert her claim :
If injur'd Beauty stray :
Nor curs'd the bridal day.
Welcom’d by thee, chaste Love had shed
Now wrapt in guilt and fear.
To chide thy loitering bier.
Hence all those baleful evils flow,
And blot th’ Almighty's plan ;
The soul of man to mail,
Blank bastardy with blazon'd crest,
Triumphant Vice proclaim.
From Poverty, thro'shame.