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WILLIAM PULTNEY, ESQ.
BY THE LATE EARL NUGENT.
REMOTE from liberty and truth,
Drank error's poison’d springs. Taught by dark creeds and mystic law, Wrapt up in reverential awe,
I bow'd to priests and kings.
Soon reason dawn'd, with troubled sight
Afflicted and afraid,
Along the dubious shade.
Restless I roam'd, when from afar
Sends forth a steady ray,
Locke spreads the realms of day.
Now warm'd with noble SYDNEY's page,
Now wrapt in PLATO's dream,
And trace the flattåring scheme.
But soon the beauteous vision flies:
Corruption's direful train:
And senates slaves to gain.
Vainly the pious artist's toil
On some immortal plan :
Of empire and of man.
What though the good, the brave, the wise, With adverse force undaunted rise,
To break th' eternal doom ! Though Caro liv'd, though Tulle spoke, Though Brutus dealt the godlike stroke,
Yet perish'd fated Rome.
To swell some future tyrant's pride, Good Fleury pours the golden tide
On Gallia's smiling shores ; Once more her fields shall thirst in vain For wholesome streams of honest gain,
While rapine wastes her stores.
Yet glorious is the great design,
To prop a nation's frame.
Shall tell the patriot's name,
By the Same.
Lonsdale! thou ever honor'd name,
Say, why! my noble Friend!
Say, why my joys suspend !
Here spreads the lawn high-crown'd with wood,
In many a crystal maze.
The herds promiscuous graze.
Or if the stiller shade you love,
O'er innocence and ease ;
The lighter trifles please.
And should the shaft of treacherous spleen
Unheeded may it fly!
A mean prosaic lye.
Here with the pheasant and the hare,
Have statesmen pass’d a day :
Their slow-returning prey.
O! blind to all the joys of life,
Destroying or destroy'd.
On blessings unenjoy’d.
But come, my friend, the sun invites,
Distasted and aggrievid:
Too wise to be deceiv'd.