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From vale to vale the gathering cries rebound, 

 And fable nations tremble at the found ! 



Ye bands of fenators, whofe fuffrage fways 

 Britannia's realms 5 whom either Ind obeys 5 

 Who right the injur'd, and reward the brave, 

 Stretch your ffrong arm, for ye have power to fave ! 

 Thron'd in the vaulted heart, his dread reforr, 

 Inexorable Conscience holds his court ; 

 With ftill fmall voice the plots of guilt alarms, 

 Bears his malk'd brow, his lifted hands difarms ; 

 But wrapp'd in night, with terrors all his own, 

 He fpeaks in thunder when the deed is done. 

 Hear him, ye fenates ! hear this truth fublime, 

 He who allows opprefiion, mares the crime. 



No radiant pearl, which crefted Fortune wears, 

 No gem, that fparkling hangs from Beauty's ears ; 

 Not the bright liars which night's blue arch adorn ; 

 Not riling funs that gild the vernal morn, 

 Shine with fuch luftre as the tear, that breaks, 

 For other's woe, down Virtue's manly cheeks. 



So admirably does this Bard drop the 

 curtain of moral truth and humanity over 

 the tuTues of his fancy, in this the grandeft 

 of his fecond-part Cantos. 



The Mufe of Botany now retires with 



much 



