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 Till morn at length, her roses drooping all, Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields, And calls the quiver'd savage to the chace.

cannot active government perform, New-moulding Man? Wide-stretching from these shores, A people savage from remotest time, A huge neglected empire , By inspir'd, from gothic darkness call'd. Immortal ! first of monarchs! he His stubborn country tam'd, her rocks, her fens, Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons; And while the fierce Barbarian he subdu'd, To more exalted soul he raised the Man. Ye f hades of antient heroes, ye who toil'd Thro' long successive ages to build up A laboring plan of state, behold at once The wonder done! behold the matchless prince! Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then A mighty shadow of unreal power; Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts; And roaming every land, in every port, His scepter laid aside, with glorious hand Unweary'd plying the mechanic tool, Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts, Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill. Charg'd with the stores of Europe home he goes! Then cities rise amid th' illumin'd waste; O'er joyless desarts smiles the rural reign; Far-distant flood to flood is social join'd; Th' astonish'd Euxine hears the Baltic roar; Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd With daring keel before; and armies stretch Each way their dazzling files, repressing here The