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Written in the Year 1748, By Mr. MASON.


LONDON: Printed for R. DODSLEY at Tully's Head in Pall-Mall, and Sold by M. COOPER in Pater-noster Row.



THE following Poem would never have appeared in print, had not an interpolated copy of it, published in a country news-paper, scandalously misrepresented the principles of the Author.


FAR from her hallow'd grot, where mildly bright
The pointed crystals shot their trembling light,
From dripping moss where sparkling dew-drops fell,
Where coral glow'd, where twin'd the wreathed shell,
Pale Isis lay; a willow's lowly shade
Spread it's thin foliage o'er the pensive maid;
Clos'd was her eye, and from her heaving breast
In careless folds loose flow'd her zoneless vest;
While down her neck her vagrant tresses flow
In all the awful negligence of woe;
[Page 8]Her urn sustain'd her arm, that sculptur'd vase
Where Vulcan's art had lavish'd all it's grace;
Here, full with life was heav'n-taught Science seen,
Known by the laurel wreath and musing mein:
There cloud-crown'd Fame, here Peace sedate and bland,
Swell'd the loud trump, and wav'd the olive wand;
While solemn domes, arch'd shades, and vista's green
At well-mark'd distance close the sacred scene.
On this the Goddess cast an anxious look,
Then dropt a tender tear, and thus she spoke:
Yes, I cou'd once with pleas'd attention trace
The mimic charms of this prophetic vase;
Then lift my head, and with enraptur'd eyes
View on yon plain the real glories rise.
[Page 9]Yes, Isis! oft hast thou rejoic'd to lead
Thy liquid treasures o'er yon fav'rite mead,
Oft hast thou stopt thy pearly car to gaze,
While ev'ry Science nurs'd it's growing bays;
While ev'ry Youth with fame's strong impulse fir'd,
Prest to the goal, and at the goal untir'd,
Snatch'd each celestial wreath to bind his brow
The Muses, Graces, Virtues cou'd bestow.
E'en now fond Fancy leads th'ideal train,
And ranks her troops on Mem'ry's ample plain;
See! the firm leaders of my patriot line,
See HOUGH superior to a tyrant's doom
Smile at the menace of the slave of Rome.
[Page 10]Each soul whom truth cou'd fire, or virtue move,
Each breast strong panting with it's country's love,
All that to Albion gave the heart or head,
That wisely councell'd, or that bravely bled,
All, all appear; on me they grateful smile,
The well-earn'd prize of every virtuous toil
To me with filial reverence they bring,
And hang fresh trophies o'er my honour'd spring.
Ah! I remember well yon beachen spray,
There ADDISON first tun'd his polish'd lay;
'Twas there great Cato's form first met his eye,
In all the pomp of free-born majesty.
"My Son, he cry'd, observe this mein with awe,
"In solemn lines the strong resemblance draw;
[Page 11]"The piercing notes shall strike each British ear,
"Each British eye shall drop the patriot tear;
"And rous'd to glory by the nervous strain,
"Each Youth shall spurn at slav'ry's abject reign,
"Shall guard with Cato's zeal Britannia's laws,
"And speak, and act, and bleed, in freedom's cause."
The Hero spoke, the Bard assenting bow'd,
The lay to liberty and Cato flow'd;
While Echo, as she rov'd the vale along,
Join'd the strong cadence of his Roman song.
But ah! how Stillness slept upon the ground,
How mute Attention check'd each rising sound;
[Page 12]Scarce stole a breeze to wave the leafy spray,
Scarce trill'd sweet Philomel her softest lay,
When LOCKE walk'd musing forth; e'en now I view
Majestic Wisdom thron'd upon his brow,
View Candour smile upon his modest cheek,
And from his eye all Judgment's radiance break.
'Twas here the sage his manly zeal exprest,
Here stript vain Falshood of her gaudy vest;
Here Truth's collected beams first fill'd his mind,
E'er long to burst in blessings on mankind;
E'er long to show to reason's purged eye,
Proud of this wond'rous son, sublime I stood,
(While louder surges swell'd my rapid flood)
[Page 13]Then vain as Niobe, exulting cry'd,
Ilissus! roll thy fam'd Athenian tide;
Tho' Plato's steps oft mark'd thy neighb'ring glade,
Tho' fair Lycaeum lent it's awful shade,
Tho' ev'ry Academic green imprest
It's image full on thy reflecting breast,
Yet my pure stream shall boast as proud a name,
And Britain's Isis flow with Attic fame.
Alas! how chang'd! where now that Attic boast?
See! Gothic Licence rage o'er all my coast.
See! Hydra Faction spread it's impious reign,
Poison each breast, and madden ev'ry brain.
Hence frontless crouds that not content to fright
The blushing Cynthia from her throne of night,
[Page 14]Blast the fair face of day; and madly bold,
To Freedom's foes infernal orgies hold;
To Freedom's foes, ah! see the goblet crown'd,
Hear plausive shouts to Freedom's foes resound;
The horrid notes my refluent waters daunt,
The Echoes groan, the Dryads quit their haunt;
Learning that once to all diffus'd her beam,
Now sheds by stealth a partial private gleam,
In some lone cloister's melancholy shade
Where a firm few support her sickly head;
Despis'd, insulted by the barb'rous train,
Who scour like Thracia's moon-struck rout the plain,
Sworn foes like them to all the Muse approves,
All Phoebus favours, or Minerva loves.
Are these the sons my fost'ring breast must rear?
Grac'd with my name, and nurtur'd by my care,
Must these go forth from my maternal hand
To deal their insults thro' a peaceful land,
And boast while Freedom bleeds, and Virtue groans,
That "Isis taught Rebellion to her Sons?"
Forbid it heav'n! and let my rising waves
Indignant swell, and whelm the recreant slaves,
In England's cause their patriot floods employ,
As Xanthus delug'd in the cause of Troy.
Is this deny'd? then point some secret way
Where far far hence these guiltless streams may stray,
Some unknown channel lend where nature spreads
Inglorious vales and unfrequented meads,
[Page 16]There where a Hind scarce tunes his rustic strain,
Where scarce a Pilgrim treads the pathless plain
Content I'll flow; forget that e'er my tide
Saw yon majestie structures crown its side;
Forget that e'er my wrapt attention hung
Or on the Sage's or the Poet's tongue,
Calm and resign'd my humbler lot embrace,
And pleas'd prefer oblivion to disgrace.

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