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Then shall the proud diffolving mountains glow,
And yielding rocks in fiery rivers flow :
The molten deluge round the globe shall roar,
And all man's arts and labour be no more.
Then fhall the fplendors of th' enliven'd glafs
Sink undistinguish'd in the burning mafs.
And O! till earth, and feas, and Heav'n decay,
Ne'er may that fair creation fade away;
May winds and ftorms those beauteous colours
spare,

Still may they bloom, as permanent as fair,
All the vain rage of wafting time repell,

And his Tribunal fee, whofe Crofs they paint fo well.

A

FRAGMENT.

BY MR. MALLET.

FAI

AIR morn afcends: fresh zephyr's breath Blows liberal o'er yon bloomy heath ; Where, fown profufely, herb and flower, Of balmy smell, of healing power, Their fouls in fragrant dews exhale, And breathe fresh life in ev'ry gale. Here, spreads a green expanse of plains, Where, fweetly-penfive, Silence reigns: And there, at utmost stretch of eye, A mountain fades into the sky; While winding round, diffus'd and deep, A river rolls with founding fweep.

Of human art no traces near,

I feem alone with nature here!

Here are thy walks, O facred HEALTH! The Monarch's blifs, the Beggar's wealth;

The feasoning of all good below,

The fovereign friend in joy or woe.

O Thou, most courted, most despis'd :
And but in abfence duly priz'd!
Power of the foft and rofy face!
The vivid Pulse, the vermil grace,
The fpirits when, they gayeft fhine,
Youth, beauty, pleafure, all are thine !
O fun of life! whofe heavenly ray
Lights up, and chears our various day,
The turbulence of hopes and fears,
The ftorm of fate, the cloud of years,
Till nature with thy parting light,
Reposes late in Death's calm night:
Fled from the trophy'd roofs of state,
Abodes of fplendid pain and hate;
Fled from the couch, where, in sweet fleep,
Hot Riot would his anguifh fteep,

But toffes through the midnight fhade,
Of death, of life, alike afraid,

For ever fled to fhady cell,

Where Temperance, where the Mufes dwell;
Thou oft art feen, at early dawn,
Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn :
Or on the brow of mountain high,
In filence feafting ear and eye,
With fong and prospect, which abound
From birds, and woods, and waters round.

But when the fun, with noon-tide ray,
Flames forth intolerable day;

D

While Heat fits fervent on the plain,
With Thirst and Languor in his train;
(All nature fickening in the blaze)
Thou, in the wild and woody maze,
That clouds the vale with umbrage deep,
Impendent from the neighbouring steep,
Wilt find betimes a calm retreat,
Where breathing Coolness has her feat.
There plung'd amid the shadows brown,
Imagination lays him down;

Attentive in his airy mood,
To every murmur of the wood :
The bee in yonder flow'ry nook;
The chidings of the headlong brook;
The green leaf quivering in the gale;
The warbling hill, the lowing vale;
The diftant woodman's echoing ftroke;
The thunder of the falling oak.
From thought to thought in vifion led,
He holds high converse with the Dead ;
Sages or Poets. See, they rife!
And shadowy fkim before his eyes.
Hark! Orpheus ftrikes the lyre again,
That foftened favages to men:
Lo! Socrates, the Sent of Heaven,
To whom its moral will was given.
Fathers and friends of human kind!
'They form'd the nations, or refin'd,

With all that mends the head and heart, Enlightening truth, adorning art.

Thus mufing in the folemn fhade; At once the founding breeze was laid : And Nature, by the unknown law, Shook deep with reverential awe. Dumb filence grew upon the hour; A browner night involv'd the bower: When iffuing from the inmoft wood, Appear'd fair Freedom's GENIUS good. O Freedom! fovereign boon of Heav'n; Great Charter, with our being given; For which the patriot, and the fage, Have plan'd, have bled thro' ev'ry age High privilege of human race, Beyond a mortal monarch's grace: Who could not give, who cannot claim, What but from God immediate came!

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