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Th' unerring paths of rectitude pursue ;
Who cherish friendship’s holy flame,
And valour's greenest laurel claim,

Of rigid faith inexorably true :

Saw them reluctant yield their poplar groves,

And flow'ry vales in wild luxuriance gay; Forsake their fame, their friendship, and their loves,

When sunk beneath the European sway : While peace and joy, with all their smiling train, Recede before th' insatiate lust of gain,

Tho' there no lofty rocks aspire,

Whose caves with ductile silver glow;
Nor avarice bids those streams retire

That wont o'er golden sands to flow;
Nor pearly banks enrich the seas,
Nor costly incense load the breeze.

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Yet tho' no glittering ore allure

To these deep glooms the Christian race,
Where the brown native urg'd secure

Through pathless woods the headlong chace;
See lucre covet even the furry spoil
That wont to deck his limbs and crown his toil !

Ye sons of trade! whose fatal guile

Dishonours Britain's far-fam'd isle, Who pour th' intoxicating draught

With dire disease and madness fraught, With rage

and all the furies in her train, Ah! wherefore vainly talk of pow'rs above ? Yet blemish by your crimes the laws of truth and love.

Yet what are these ? your lesser guilt,

Your towns, by fraud insidious built, Your forts, that proudly low’ring round,

O’erlook those tracks of fruitful ground Which guileful arts have made your home? Ah! what are these to proud Iberia's crimes, Which blot the records of enlighten'd times ?

Each southern breeze seem'd warm with sighs,

From sad Potosi's injur'd race;
Where nations fallen, no more to rise,

The annals of our kind disgrace ;
Where still the fierce insatiate love of gain
Shuts

up

the rigid heart of unrelenting Spain.

Behold their pow'rs proud fabric rise,
Whosc tow'ring front insults the skies;

Two mighty columns bear the lofty roof,

Avarice and Cruelty the names

Which each conspicuous pillar claims; Immoveable they seem, to heaven's dread thunder proof.

Where were ye then, ye sacred band ?
Ordain'd in every distant land

To spread salvation's joyful sound;
To chace the shades of night away,
And the bright throne of peace display,

Where Truth and Mercy sit, with olive crown'd ? Alas! deep sunk in superstition's gloom, They bow beneath the tyranny of Rome.

But see! where Mercy's beams divine
Round blest CHIAPA's mitre shine,
And with peculiar lustre grace
The champion of the suffering race ;
Who, arm'd with sanctity and pray'rs,
With holy tears and zealous cries,
Like faithful Abdiel kept the field alone,

And thro’ the oppressive Papal mist,

With saintly valour could persist To chace the demon Guilt even to his burning throne.

Where are your lyres, ye sons of song?
Bring all your symphonies along,
And consecrate to this blest theme your lays :
What! has no lyre divine been strung

} And has no energetic tongue Charm'd Virtue's ear with good LAS CASA's praise ?

In that mild region of the sky,
Where dove-ey'd Pity dwells on high,
From golden harps his praise melodious flows;

Will none of all the tuneful throng

Responsive catch the heavenly song, Of

power to soothe even slavery's bitter woes ?

Yes! from thy banks dear native Clyde,
I hear with pleasure and with pride,
A classic lyre resound the hallow'd strain,

While shades of feather'd Inca's near,

In mournful fix'd attention hear, Nor think they wept and bled in vain, Since RICHARDSON records in lasting lays Their matchless woes, and blcst CHIAPA's praise !

ANSWER

TO A

POETICAL APOLOGY

SENT BY PROFESSOR MʻLEOD OF GLASGOW, TO SOME

LADIES WHO HAD INVITED HIM TO AN

OYSTER FEAST.

Thas sung the uncouth nymph to th' oaks and rills."

MILTON,

W

HEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,
As mournful Ossian tells,
'Midst lofty Selma's shaded walls

He spread the feast of shells.

Each tuneful bard and warlike chief

Made haste the feast to share :
Where music, sorrow's best relief,

Oft charm’d the vocal air.

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