So long has Plague left pure the ambient Air,
That Want must prey on those Disease wou'd fpare?
Hence beauteous Wretches (Beauty's foul Difgrace!)
Tho' born the Pride, the Shame of human Race;
Fair Wretches hence, who nightly Streets annoy,
Live but themselves and others to deftroy.

Hence Robbers rife, to Theft, to Murder prone,
First driv'n by Want, from Habit defp'rate grown;
Hence for ow'd Trifles oft our Jails contain
(Torn from Mankind) a miferable Train;
Torn from, in spite of Nature's tend'rest Cries,
Parental, filial and connubial Ties;
The Trader, when on ev'ry Side distrest,
Hence flies to what Expedient Frauds fuggeft;
To prop his question'd Credit's tott'ring State,
Others he first involves to fhare his Fate:
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Then for mean Refuge muft, self-exil'd, roam;
Never to hope a Friend, nor find a Home.

This Publick Spirit fees, the fees and feels! Her Breast the Throb, her Eye the Tear reveals; (The Patriot Throb that beats, the Tear that flows For others Welfare, and for others Woes).

And what can I (the faid) to cure their Grief? 'Shall I or point out Death, or point Relief? Forth fhall I lead 'em to fome happier Soil, 'To Conqueft lead 'em, and enrich with Spoil? Bid 'em convulfe a World, make Nature groan, And spill in shedding others Blood their own? No, no-fuch Wars do thou, Ambition, wage! "Go fterilize the Fertile with thy Rage! • Whole Nations to depopulate is thine; To people, culture and protect, be mine! Then range the World, Difcov'ry! Strait he goes O'er Seas, o'er Libya's Sands and Zembla's Snows; He fettles where kind Rays till now have fmil'd (Vain Smile!) on fome luxuriant houseless Wild.

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How many Sons of Want might here enjoy
What Nature gives for Age but to destroy?
Blush, blush, O Sun (the cries) here vainly found,
To rife, to fet, to roll the Seasons round!

'Shall Heav'n diftil in Dews, defcend in Rain, From Earth guth Fountains, Rivers flow in vain ? • There shall the watry Lives in Myriads stray, C And be, to be alone each each other's Prey? Unfought fall here the teeming Quarries own The various Species of mechanic Stone?

From Structure This, from Sculpture That confine? • Shall Rocks forbid the latent Gem to thine? • Shall Mines, obedient, aid no Artist's Care, Nor give the martial Sword and peaceful Share? Ah! fhall they never precious Ore unfold, • To smile in Silver, or to flame in Gold ? Shall here the vegetable World alone,

For Joys, for various Virtues rest unknown? While Food and Phyfic, Plants and Herbs fupply, Here must they shoot alone to bloom and die? Shall Fruits, which none but brutal Eyes furvey, 'Untouch'd grow ripe, untafted drop away? • Shall here th' irrational, the favage Kind • Lord it o'er Stores by Heav'n for Man defign'd, • And trample what mild Suns benignly raise, 'While Man muft lofe the Ufe, and Heav'n the • Praise ?

Shall it then be ?" (Indignant here fhe rose,
Indignant, yet humane her Bofom glows)

No! By each honour'd Grecian Roman Name,
By Men for Virtue deified by Fame,

"Who peopled Lands, who model'd infant State,
And then bade Empire be maturely Great,
By These I fwear (be witnefs Earth and Skies!)
Fair Order here fhall from Confufion rife.

• Wrapt I a future Colony furvey!

Come then, ye Sons of Mis'ry! come away!
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Let Thofe, whofe Sorrows from Neglect are known, (Here taught compell'd empower'd) Neglect atone! "Let Thofe enjoy, who never merit Woes,

In Youth th' induftrious Wifh, in Age Repofe! 'Allotted Acres (no reluctant Soil)

• Shall prompt their Industry, and pay their Toil. 'Let Families, long Strangers to Delight,

'Whom wayward Fate difpers'd, by Me unite;
'Here live enjoying Life, fee Plenty, Peace;
'Their Lands encreafing as their Sons encrease!
'As Nature yet is found in leafy Glades

To intermix the Walks with Lights and Shades; 'Or as with Good and Ill, in chequer'd Strife, • Various the Goddess colours human Life; • So in this fertile Clime if yet are seen

• Moors, Marshes, Cliffs by turns to intervene ;

Where Cliffs, Moors, Marfhes defolate the View, • Where haunts the Bittern, and where screams the

Mew;

• Where prowls the Wolf, where roll'd the Serpent

lies,

• Shall folemn Fanes and Halls of Juftice rife, • And Towns fhall open (all of Structure fair!) To bright'ning Profpects, and to pureft Air, • Frequented Ports and Vineyards green fucceed, ⚫ And Flocks encreafing whiten all the Mead, On Science Science, Arts on Arts refine; On these from high, all Heav'n fhall fmiling fhine, • And Publick Spirit here a People show, • Free, num'rous, pleas'd and bufy all below.

• Learn future Natives of this promis'd Land "What your Forefathers ow'd my faving Hand! Learn when Despair fuch fudden Bliss fhall fee, Such Blifs muft fhine from OGLETHORPE of ME!

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• Do You the neighb'ring blameless Indian a`d, • Culture what he neglects, not His invade;

• Dare

"Dare not, oh dare not, with ambitious View, • Force or demand Subjection, never due.

Let by My fpecious Name no Tyrants rife, And cry, while they enflave, they civilize! "Know LIBERTY and I are still the fame, Congenial!-ever mingling Flame with Flame! Why must I Afric's fable Children see

Vended for Slaves, tho' form'd by Nature free, 'The nameless Tortures cruel Minds invent, Those to fubject, whom Nature equal meant 'If these you dare, albeit unjuft Success • Empow'rs you now unpunifh'd to opprefs, Revolving Empire you and your's may doom, (Rome all fubdu'd, yet Vandals vanquish'd Rome) Yes, Empire may revolve, give Them the Day, ' And Yoke may Yoke, and Blood may Blood repay.'

•

Thus (Ah! how far unequal'd by my Lays,
Unfkill'd the Heart to melt or Mind to raife)
Sublime benevolent deep fweetly clear,

Worthy a THOMSON'S Mufe, a FRED'RICK's Ear.
Thus fpoke the Goddefs. Thus I faintly tell
In what lov'd Works Heav'n gives her to excel.
But who her Sons, that to her Int'reft true,
Converfant lead her to a Prince like you?
Thefe, Sir, falute you from Life's middle State,
Rich without Gold, and without Titles great:
Knowledge of Books and Men exalts their Thought,
In Wit accomplish'd, tho' in Wiles untaught,
Careless of Whispers meant to wound their Name,
Nor fneer'd nor brib'd from Virtue into Shame;
In Letters elegant, in Honour bright,

They come, they catch, and they reflect Delight.

Mixing with these a few of Rank are found, For Councils, Embaffiies, and Camps renown'd.

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Vers'd in gay Life, in honeft Maxims read;
And ever warm of Heart, yet cool of Head.
From thefe the circling Glass gives Wit to shine,
The Bright grow brighter, and ev'n Courts refine;
From Thefe fo gifted, candid and upright,
Flows Knowledge foft'ning into Ease polite.

Happy the Men, who fuch a Prince can please!
Happy the Prince rever'd by Men like Thefe!
His Condefcenfions Dignity difplay,

Grave with the Wife, and with the Witty gay;
For Him fine Marble in the Quarry lies,
Which in due Statues to his Fame (hall rife,
Ever fhall Publick Spirit beam his Praise,
And the Mufe fwell it in immortal Lays.