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40. | Original Poetry. - 
The vétrans, wags, and wealthy write; 
With paper Smitu or Younes we travel 
O’er labour’s lands—till Paine unravel 
The coarfe-fpun eb ey and {naps th 
quite. 
Even blacks are told, even while driving, 
Digging in droves with bleeding backs, 
That daily labour keeps them thriving, 
And God made planters to work blacks ; 
‘That free-born Britons may enflave them, 
And none but Jefus Chrift can fave them. 
Time out of mind, ’t’has been the cant 
‘In Sclomon’s and A&fop’s fable, 
To bid us tmitate the ant, 
And toil as well as we are able. 
"Tis not, becgufe I hate advite, 
Icall it cant—I do declare, 
One fhould take advice, even from lice, 
Sent to warn man to comb his hair : 
But, that I like advice to fpring 
From the pure fountain of equality, 
Whofe only teft is rationality, 
Neither drawn forth from flave or king. 
Yet, if ents muff our models be, | 
Give me the ants of Africa. 
They build their cities, large and ftrong, 
By the joint labours of the throng 5 
Equality is there no fhame, 
All fare alike, all lodge the fame; 
Their armies plann’d by common fenfe, 
Few, fturdy, only for defence ; 
Confiding in their num’rous bands, 
Steady all march, when fate commands; 
Their cuftoms lean to general good, 
No lefs in punifnments than food: 
That which i like the bef cfany, 
Their lords are few, their commons many, 
A ftate contriv'd for ule, not fhow, 
A kingdom high, a palace low, 
A king, doom’d evermore to dwell 
Perforce withia his royal cell, 
With room to aét his part, tho’ fmall, 
Cafe’din a conftitution-wall, 
So thick, no traitor can come near him, 
_ Nor #atefmen whifper his opinion; 
Nor bribery get through, to try him, . 
Nor he go forth to ftretch dominion..- 
G. L: 

A Mornine Wax. 
: OW flow retire the fhades of night, 
And morning beams with orient light 5 
ght 5 
The fadden’d oe empurpled o’er, 
Sudden a flood of glory pour, 
‘While the majeitic orb of day 
Afcends with renovated ray, 
And tips with gold each diftant hill, 
Or f{parkles in the murmuring rill. 
The tuneful lark, with fpeckled breaft, 
Forfakes her dew-befprinkled neff, 
On quivering pinion aoe haces: 
Salutes, with thri illing n e, the morn 3; 
Till melting in sehterial hig; 
Soon fhe eludes th’ obferver’s view. 
Adown yon fteep, whofe rugged brow 
Calis a projeCting thade ielow: ~ 
Where the white-thorn’s mode bloons 
Sweetly relieves the fombrous gloom,: - 
With cautious ftep the hoary fwaia 
"The river’s margin ftrives to gain, 
=) 
And, feated in his *leathern boat, 
Smoothly down tne flream doth fioat 3 
While the blackbird pours his fong, 
Echoing the woods and wilds among. 
The playful lamb, with anx pLous bleat 
Purfues his dam, and feeks the teat, 
Or wantons o’er ‘eh’ ename ett d ground, 
Where thoufand diamonds glitter round— 
As through the verdant meads. I firay, 
And thus the rural icene pourtray, 
The verdant meads, and fhady dells, 
<¢ Where penfive contemplation dwells,” 
And mark the lowly primrofe pale, 
Cr view the thadowy vapours fail 
Over Sabrina’s filvery tide, 
As genily on her waters glide, 
J envy not, from tumult free, 
The boafted fons cf luxury. G. 
Sneed 
To SYMPATHY. 
O SYMPATHY! whofe magic aid can 
chafe : 
The groan that rends the bofom of defpair, 
And footh the reftlefs foul, opprefs’d with 
care, 
Sure in Helena’s form thou dwell’: her face 
With gentle pity’s mildeft lufire beams, 
(The bright tears glift'ning in her angel 
; eyes) 
While o’er a wafted brother’ cide the fighs. 
Thus pi€tur’d to my anxious mind, fhe feems 
Like fome benignant fpirit from above, 
Deck’d with each charm of tendernefs and 
love. G. 
aketmees 
Tue FIre-Fry. 
Initated from the Ttahan. 
NIGHT her moift wings extends o’er hilf 
and dale, 
And f{preads on fhadowy earth a mifty veil ; 
The piiur’d forms of vivid nature fade, 
And melting, fink in undiftinguished fhade. 
Unheard the dews ee unfeen the 
ihowers 
Cool the parched earth, revive the fainting 
flowers: 
—Beneath the friendly covert or the iky, 
Winged his illumined way, a glow-worm fly; 
Swift as his rays advance, or fwift-retire, 
The living meteor tracks the night with fire 3 
Now with inftingtive art conceals, now thows 
Th uncertain light, which roynd his body 
glows. 
—In gathering crouds the fimple ruftics gaze, 
As round, and round, the lucid wonder plays, 
With ae cclaim the iparkling fly prefer 5 
To all the wing?d inhabitants of. air ; \ 
Scorn the bright fpots the peacock’s plumes 
unfold, 
And fcora the pheafant’s wing bedropt with 
gold— 

* The co ac! le,'a boat pecuua to the Severn, 
and formed of ozicrs and leather. 
| Blatg 
