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Thefe here difporting own the kindred foil, Nor afk luxuriance from the planter's toil; While fea-born gales their gelid wings expand
To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Contrafted faults through all his manners reign ;
Though poor, luxurious; though fubmiffive, vain;
Though grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet
And ev'n in penance planning fins anew.
When commerce proudly flourish'd through the state:
At her command the palace learnt to rife, Again the long-fall'n column fought the skies;
The canvafs glow'd beyond e'en nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Till, more unsteady than the fouthern gale, Commerce on other fhores difplay'd her fale; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave,
But towns unmann'd, and lords without a flave :
And late the nation found with fruitless skill Its former ftrength was but plethoric ill.
Yet ftill the lofs of wealth is here supplied By arts, the fplendid wrecks of former pride; From these the feeble heart and long-fall'n mind,
An eafy compenfation feem to find.
A mistress or a faint in every grove.
The fports of children fatisfy the child; Each nobler aim repreft by long controu!, Now finks at laft, or feebly mans the foul While
While low delights, fucceeding faft behind,
Defac'd by time and tottering in decay,
Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
My foul turn from them, turn me to furvey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread,
And force a churlish foil for fcanty bread ;
Yet ftill, even here, Content can fpread a charm, Redrefs the clime, and all its rage difarm.
Though poor the peafant's hut, his feafts though small,
He fees his little lot the lot of all;
Or feeks the den where fnow-tracks mark the way,
And drags the struggling favage into day.
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board :
And haply too fome pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed. Thus every good his native wilds-im part,
Imprints the patriot paffion on his heart, And even thofe hills, that round his manfion rife,
Enhance the blifs his fcanty fund fupplies, Dear is that shed to which his foul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the ftorms.
And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings clofe and closer to the mother's breast; So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more. Such are the charms to barren states af
Their wants but few, their wishes all con fin'd.
Yet let them only share the praises due, If few their wants, their pleasures are but few ;
For every want that ftimulates the breast, Becomes a fource of pleasure when redreft. Whence