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STRAIN THE FOURTH.
High Commerce from the Gods can:e down, Pindar invoked. His praife. Britain Mould dex
cinc war ; bnt boldly affert her trade. EnTheir delegate, to make the natiops smile.
couraged from the throne: Britain's condition
s without trade. Trade's character, and surprizBlush, and behold the Russian bow,
ing deeds. Carthage. Solomon's temple. St. From forty crowns, his mighty brow
Paul's church. The miser's character. The To tradeo.To toil he turns his glorious band;
wonderful effects of trade. Why religion reThat arm, which swept the bloody field,
commended to the mercbant. . What, falfe joy. See! the huge axe, or bommer, wield; What, true. What religion is to the morchiant. While fceptres wait, and ibrones impatient stand. Why trade more glorious in Britons than others.
How warmis, and how longt, to be pursued by us. Olhame to subjects ! first renown,
The Briton's legacy. Columbus. His praise. Matchless example to the crown !
America described. Worlds still unknown. Old Time ię poor : what age boasts such a light? Queen Elizabeth. King George the Second. Ye drones ! adore the man divine
His glory navally represented.
HOW Sall I farther roufe the foul?
How Noth's lascivious reign control
By verse with undistinguish'd ardoor vrought? Monarchs with monarchs Atruggle for an our !
How every breast infiame with mine?,,
How bid my theme ftill brighter shine,
grave, A Hood of treasure swells the cave; y
With wealth of words, and unexhausted thought The king left much, the merchant burz'd more.
O'thou Dircæan Swan, on high,
Round whom familiar thunders fly!
While Jove attends a language like his own : Too great for me; I pant beneath the weight !
Thy spirit pour, like vernal showers,
My verst shall burft out with the flowers,
While Britain's trade advances with her fun.
Though Britain was not born to fear,
Grasp not at bloody fame from war;
Nor war decline, if thrones your right invade : At laughter fwell, and thout, while nations groan :
Jove gathers tempest black as night;
Jove pours the golden flood of light;
Let Britain thunder, or let Britain trade.
Britain a comet, or a fior,
In commerce this,'or that in war,
Let Britons shout! earth, feas, and kies resound!
Commerce to kindle, raise, preserve,
And spirit dart through every nerve,
Hear from the throne j a voice through time re
So fall from heaven the vernal Mowers,
To chear the glebe, and wake the flowers ;
The bloom callid forth fees azure skies display't: What say the sons of letter'd fame,
The bird of voice is proud to fing,
Industrious bees ply erery wing,
Distend their cells, and urge their golden trade. Experience, Arts, and solid Wisdom dwells.
Trade once extinguish'd, Britain's fun
Is gone-out too; his race is run;
He shines in vain! her isle's an ille indeed,
A spot too small to be o'ercome;
Ah, dreadful safety! wretched doom !
No foc will conquer-what no foe can feed.
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Trade's the source, sinew, foul of all :
Falle joy's a di.compoling thing, *Trade's all herself; hers, hers, the ball; That jars on nature's trembling string, Wkra molt unseen, the goddess ftill is there ; Tempests the Spirits, and untunes the frame :
Trade leads the dance,, Trade lights the blaze, True joy, the fu shine of the foul,
A bright serene that calms the wbole ; ''Twas trade at Blenheim faught, and clos'd the Which they ne'er knew, wbom other joys infiame, war.
Merchant! Religion is the care What Rome and all her gods defięs?
To grow as ricb--as angels are ; The punic oar. Behold it rise
To know false coin from true; to sweep the main; And battle for the world! Trade gave the call; The migbty stake secure, beyond Rich cordial from his naval art
The strongest ție of field, or funil: Sent the strong spirits to his heart,
Commerce gives gold, Religion makes it gain, That bid the Afric Merchant grasp the ball,
Join, then, Religion to thy store, Where is, on earth, Jehovah's home?
Or India's mines will make thee poor Trade mark'd the foil, and built the dome, Greater than Tyre! O bear a nobler mind In which his Majesty for deigned to dwell;
Sca-sovereign ille ! proud war decline, The walls with silver sheets o'erlaid,
Irade pátioniże! what glory thine, Rich, as the fun, through gold unweigh’d, Ardent to blefi, who couldft fubdue mankind! Bent the moon'd arch, and bid the column (well,
Rich commerce ply with warmth diving Grandeur unknown to Solomon !
By day, by night; the ftars are thine, Methinks the labouring earth ihouki groan, Wear out the stars in trade! eternal run Beweath yon load :: created fure, not made!
From age to age, the noble glow, Servant and rival of the fkies !
A rage to gain, and to testom, Heaven's arch alone can higher rife:«, While ages laft! in trade burn out the fun! What hand immortal raised thee!--Humble Trade.
Trade, Britain's all, our fires fent down Were hadft shou been, if left at large,
With toil, blood, treasure, ages won ;
Lei Forbithers, let Raleighs fire !
Olet Columbus' fhade inspire !
New worlds disclose, with Drake surround an old. Or fill'dit with disgrace, where hadft thou been?
Columbu's!' scarce inferior fame As by repletion mea consume,
For thee to find, than heaven to frame Abundance is the miler's doon ;
That womb of gold and gem ; her wide domain, Expend it nably; he that lets it rust,
An universe! her rivers, feas ! Which, paling numerous hands, woald bine Her fruits, both men and gods to please! Is not a man, but living mine,
í Heaven's faireft birth! and, but for thee, in vain! Foe to the gads, and rival to the duft
Worlds still unknown deep shadows wrap; Trade barbarous lands can polith fair;
Call wonders forth from nature'slap; Make carth well worth the wise man's care; New glory pour un her Eternal Sire : Call forth her forests, charm them into fleets, Ö'noble fearch! glorious care! Can make one boule of human race ;
Are ye not Britons ? why detpair ? Can bid the distant poles embrace ;
New worlds are due to luch a godlike fire. Hler's, every sun; and India, in dia mées.
Swear by the great Eliza's foul, & Trade Monarchs crowns, and arts imports, That Trade, as long as waters roll
With bounty feeds, with laurel courts : Ah! no; the gods chalise my rash decree': Trade gives fait Virtue fairer ilill to thing;
By great Eliza do not swear;
For thee, O George ! the gods declare : Exults ev'n liteedom's glorious caufc- And thou for them ! late time thall Iwcar by thet. Trade I warn’d by Tyre, o make Religion thine!
Truth, bright as stars, with thee prevails ; 20# lend each orner mutual aid :
Full be thiy jame, as twelling fails,
Thy justice, an unerring belm
To ftçer Britannia's fickle realm;
Thy, nunierous race; fure ancbor of her state I Pleafure enjoy'd, the mult of an hour.
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STRAIN THE FIFTH.
To see his British brothers reigni
As stars below : the Balance, George! from What is the bound of Britain's power. Beyond that
Thine, of the most fumed in history. The sign Lyra.
Which weighs the nations, learns to weigh. What the constellations are. Argo. The whale. More accurate the night and day; The Dolphin.
Eridanus, The lion. Libra. From thy fair daughters Virgo learns to mine. Virga. Berenice. Tie British ladies censured.
VIII. The Moon. Wbat the sea is. Apostrophe to
of Britain's court, ye lefer lights ! The Emperor. The Spunisha armada. How Bria
How could the wife-mau gaze whole nights lain should speak her resentment. What gives On Richmond's eye, on Berenice's hair ! power. What navies do in war, The Tartar. But, oh! ye practise frameful arts ; Mogul, Africa. China. Who masier of the Your own retain, seize others' hearts, world. What the history of the world is.' The Pirates, not merchants, are the British Fair.
IX. genealogy of glory. Mistakes about it. Peace the merchani't harven. Ships of divine origin.
This truth I swear by Cynthia's beam. Merchants ambassadors. The Britor's voyage.
Pale Queen! be flupid at Britain's fame; Praise the food of glory. Britain's record.
And, rolling, tell the national o'er the main
“ To share her empire is thy pride." I.
He, mightý power! who curbs the tide, BRITANNIA'S state what bounds confine ! Uncurbs, extends, throws wide Britannia's reign. (Of rifing thought O golden mine!
X. Mountains, Alps, Areumsgulphs, oceans, set no
What is the main! Ye kings renown'd! brrugd;
Britannia's centrs, and your bound: She fallies till me strikes the star;
Austrian ! where-e'er Leviathan can roll, Expanding wide, and launching far
Is Britain's home! And Britain's mine, As wind can fiy, or rolling wave resound.
Where-e'er the ripening fun can fhine, II.
Parts are for enterors ; for her the whole. Small ise! For Cæfars, for the fon
XI. Of Jove, who burst from Macedon,
Why, Austrian! wilt thou hover ftill For gorgeous Easterns blazing o'er mankind;
On doubtful wing, and want the skill Then, when they call'd the world their own,
To see thy welfare in the worlu's Too late Not equal fame from fable thone:
Another Churchill thou may'st find,
And other Blenheims, big with other fute.
XII. Plain truth's illustrious : as I sing,
Ill thou reinemberft, ill doft own,
Who rescued an ungrateful throne ;
ill thou confider'ft, that the kind are brave; And spreads it to the planets round,
Ill doit thou weigh, that in Time's womb Who best can tell where ends Britannia's sway.
A day may seep, a day of doom,
As great to ruin, as was that to save.
XII. The naval fame of Flerves old ;
How would'At thou smile to hear my ftrain, As in a mirror shew th' adventurous throng:
Whole boasted inspiration's vain? The deeds of Grecian mariners
Yet what if my prediction should prove truc? Are read by Gods, are writ in fars,
Know'st thou the futal pair who shine
O'er Britain's trading empire Thing
As one rejected, what, if one subdue ?
XIV. Thence Argo listens to my arain ;
What naval scene adorns the feat Chiron, for foay renown'd, his noble rage
Of awful Britain's high debate *, For raval fame and song renews,
Inspires her councils, and records her power ? As Britain's fame he neur!, and views;
The nations know, in glowing balls
On sinking thrones, the tempest falls,
When her august assembled fenates lour.
XV. Pours grateful !uftrcon my lays;
O language ft for thoughts so bold! How smiles Arion's triend * with partial beains !
Would Britain have her anger told; Eridanus would flatter too,
Ah! never let a meaner 1.c.guage found, But jealoufies his finile subdue;
Than that which prostrates human fouls, He fears a British rival in the Thames,
Through Heaven's dark vault impetuous rolls,
And nature rocks, when angry Jove has frown'd. * The Dolphin.
* The Spam' armada in the Home of Lords. Yor. VIII.
Hast thou Inok'd round the spacious earth?
From Commerce, Grandeur's humble birth: Or reach of counsel gives the world a lord: To George from Noah, empires living, dead, Trade calls him forth, and sets him high,
Their pride, their fame, their rife, their As mortal man, o'er men can fly :
fall, Trade leaves poor gleanings to the keenest sword. Time's whole pluin chronicle is all XVII.
One bright encomiuv, undergn'd, on Trade. ,
Trade springs from reace, and Wealth from Like Gods descend at orce on trembling states :
And Power from Wealth! of Power is made
The God on Earth : hail, then, the dove of Peace ! Surprize your ports, and thunder at your gates. Whore olive speaks the raging flood XVIIT.
Of war repreis'd : what's loss of blood ? The king of tempetts, Æolus,
War is the death of Commerce and Increase. Sends forth his pinion'd people, thus,
Then perill War!Detefted War!
Shalt thou make Gods ? ligbt ( tar's ftar?
What calls :ran fool so loud as this has done, Earth Diakes ! proud cities fall! and thrones adore! From Niinrod's down to Bourbon's line ? XIX,
Why not adore too, as divine,
Wide-wasuing storms, before the genial sun?
Peace is the Merchant's fummer clear!
His harqest! barvest round the year !
For Peace with laurel every mast be bound; Trade's the big heart; bright empire, but their eye. Each deck carouse, each flag stream out, XX.
Each cunnon sound, each filer Hout!
An angel drew the first design;
With which the Patriarch Nature's ruins bray'd : Their people sell: one half on t'other feed.
Two worlds aboard, an old and new,
He safe o'er foaming billows flew :
How sacred ioo the Merchant's name! (Curit, in a paradise !) the pines;
When Britain blaz'd meridian Fame*;
Merchants in diftant courts rever'd,
Where prouder statesmen ne'er appear'd, Thy numerous feets might bridge the tide ; Merchants Embassadors ! and Thrones in awe. Thy products would exhauft both India's mines ;
'Tis theirs to know the tides, the times ;
The march of stars; the births of climes; Ungrateful fong! Her growth * inspires thy lines. Summer and Winter theirs; theirs !and and fea, XXIII.
Theirs are the seasons, months, and years;
And each a different garlanı! wears :-
O that my song could add Eternity!
Praise is the facred oil that feeds
The burning lamp of god-like deeds; Trade's the full fulfe, that sends their vigour Immortal glory pays illusirious cares : round,
Whither, ye Britons! are ye bound?
O noble voyage! glorious round!
Launch from the Thames, and end among the
stars; That, like the fun, would gazing nations awe;
If to my subje&l rose my soul,
Your fame should lait while oceans roll : Miunkind his subjects; and his will, their law.
* In Queen Elizabeth's Reign.
Wiren other worldls in depths of time thall rise, The Thore of Profe, where thou hast number'd As we the Greeks of mighty name,
long; May they Britannia's fieet proclaim,
And send thy fag triumphant down
The tide of Time, to sure renowil;
o bless my country! and thou pay'st my long. Ye Sirens, fing; ye Tritons, blow; Ye Nercids, dance ; ye billows, How;
Thou art the Briton's noblest theme, Roll to my measures, Oye Starry Throng ;
Why, then, unsung? My fimple aim Ye Winds in coucert breathe around; To dress plain forse, and fire the generous blood; Ye vavies! to the concert bound
Not sport iinaginations vain,
But lift, with yon ethereal train,
Of ancient art, and ancient fraise,
The springs are open'd in my lays :
Eternity. What Britain's arts should be. And think their glory sung anew ;
Till chiefs of equal fame they view;
Nor grudge to Britons bold their Thelan fong. BRITAIN ! thus bleft, thy blefling know;
Not Pindar's theme with n.ine compares, Its end fulfil, means cherish, source adore :
As far furpaft, as useful cares
The wreath fantaftic, Touting throng,
And panting steed, to him belong
The charioteer's, not empire's golden rein.
V. Her chear ful, not enamour'd guest:
Nor, Chandos ! thou the Mufe despise Let thought tly forward; 'twill gay prospects That would to glowing Ætna rise give ;
(Such Pindar's breast) thou Theron of our time ! Prospects immortal; that deride
Seldom to man the Gods impart A Tyrian wealthi, a Perlian pride,
A Pindar's head, or Theron's heart;
In life, or fong, how rare the true Sublime !
None, British-bern, will!ure disdain
This new, bold, moral, patriot strain, 0! on that sea to deal in pure renown!
Though not with genius with some virtue crown'd; Traffic with Gods! What transports roll; (How vain the Muse!) the lay may last, What boundless import to the soul!
Thus twin'd around the British Maft, The poor man's empire! and the subjects crown! The British Maft, with nobler laurels bound ! IV.
Weak ivy curls round naval oak,
And finiles at wind and storm unbroke ;
By strength mot hers fublime ; thus, proud to Let others breathe war's fiery God;
foar, The proudest victor fears thy nod,
To Britain's grandeur cleaves my strain ; Loog as the trident fills thy glorious hand.
Aud lives, and echocs through the plain,
While n'er the billow Britain's thunders roar.
Be dumb, ye grovelirg Sons of Verse
Who fing not actions, but rcheurse,
And fool the Muse with impotent de fire ;
Ye sacrilegious ! who prefume
To tarnish Britain's naval bloom,
THE CHORUS. :
Ye Sirens, fing; ye Tritons, blow;
“ Ye Nereids, dance ; ye Billows, flow; This subject nocu fir ? fung. How fung. Preferable
« Roll to my measures, Oye Starry Throng ! to Pindar's subjects. How Britain should be fung " Ye Winds! in concert breathe around;
Ye N vies! to the concert bound 1.
« From Pole to Pole ; to Britain all belong; THEE, Trade! I firs, who boast no store, “ Britain to Heaven; from Heaven defeenda my Who owe the nought, thus snatch from shore, i
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