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Mr. ADDISON'S Treatife
EE the wild wafte of all-devouring years! How Rome her own fad fepulchre appears: With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very tombs now vanifh'd like their dead! Some felt the filent ftroke of mould'ring age; Some, hoftile fury; fome, religious rage: Barbarian blindnefs, Chriftian zealc onfpire, And Papal piety, and Gothic fire. Perhaps by its own ruins fav'd from flame, Some bury'd marble half preferves a Name; That name,the learn'd with fierce difputes purfue, And give to Titus old Vefpafian's due.
Ambition figh'd. She found it vain to truft The faithlefs Column, and the crumbling Buft;
Huge Moles whofe fhadow ftretch'd from shore to fhore,
Their ruins perifh'd, and their place no more!
The Medal, faithful to its charge of fame,
Theirs is the Vanity, the Learning thine,
Oh when shall Britain, confcious of her claim,
In living Medals fee her wars enroll'd, And vanquish'd realms fupply recording Gold? Here, rifing bold, the Patriot's honeft face; There, Warriors frowning in historic brass. Then future ages with delight fhall fee, How Plato's, Bacon's, Newton's looks agree: Or in fair Series laurel'd Bards be shown, A Virgil there, and here an Addifon. Then fhall Thy Craggs (and let me call him Mine) On the caft Ore, another Pollio, fhine; With afpect open shall erect his head, And round the Orb in lafting notes be read: "Statesman, yet friend to Truth! in foul fincere, "In action faithful, and in honour clear; "Who broke no promife, ferv'd no private end, "Who gain'd no title, and who loft no friend, "Ennobled by Himfelf, by all approv❜d, "And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd."