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From mental mists to purge a nation's eyes	A
To animate the weak unite the wise	A
To trace the deep infection that prevades	A
The crowded town and taints the rural shades	A
To mark how wide extends the mighty waste	B
O'er the fair realms of Science Learning Taste	B
To drive and scatter all the brood of lies	A
And chase the varying falsehood as it flies	A
The long arrears of ridicule to pay	C
To drag reluctant Dulness back to day	C
Much yet remains To you these themes belong	D
Ye favor'd sons of virtue and of song	D
Say is the field too narrow Are the times	A
Barren of folly and devoid of crimes	A
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Yet venial vices in a milder age	E
Could rouse the warmth of Pope's satiric rage	E
The doting miser and the lavish heir	F
The follies and the foibles of the fair	F
Sir Job Sir Balaam and old Euclio's thrift	G
And Sappho's diamonds with her dirty shift	G
Blunt Charteris Hopkins meaner subjects fired	H
The keen eyed Poet while the Muse inspired	H
Her ardent child entwining as he sate	I
His laurell'd chaplet with the thorns of hate	I
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But say indignant does the Muse retire	J
Her shrine deserted and extinct its fire	K
No pious hand to feed the sacred flame	L
No raptured soul a Poet's charge to claim	L
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Bethink thee Gifford when some future age	E
Shall trace the promise of thy playful page	E
quot The hand which brush'd a swarm of fools away	C
quot Should rouse to grasp a more reluctant prey quot	I
Think then will pleaded indolence excuse	A
The tame secession of thy languid Muse	A
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Ah where is now that promise Why so long	D
Sleep the keen shafts of satire and of song	D
Oh come with Taste and Virtue at thy side	I
With ardent zeal inflamed and patriot pride	I
With keen poetic glance direct the blow	M
And empty all thy quiver on the foe	M
No pause no rest till weltering on the ground	I
The poisonous hydra lies and pierced with many a wound	I
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Thou too the nameless Bard whose honest zeal	N
For law for morals for the public weal	N
Pours down impetuous on thy country's foes	A
The stream of verse and many languaged prose	A
Thou too though oft thy ill advised dislike	O
The guiltless head with random censure strike	O
Though quaint allusions vague and undefined	I
Play faintly round the ear but mock the mind	I
Through the mix'd mass yet taste and learning shine	P
And manly vigour stamps the nervous line	P
And patriot warmth the generous rage inspires	A
And wakes and points the desultory fires	A
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Yet more remain unknown for who can tell	N
What bashful genius in some rural cell	N
As year to year and day succeeds to day	I
In joyless leisure wastes his life away	I
In him the flame of early fancy shone	Q
His genuine worth his old companions own	Q
In childhood and in youth their chief confess'd	I
His master's pride his pattern to the rest	I
Now far aloof retiring from the strife	R
Of busy talents and of active life	R
As from the loop holes of retreat he views	A
Our stage verse pamphlets politics and news	A
He loathes the world or with reflection sad	I
Concludes it irrecoverably mad	I
Of taste of learning morals all bereft	I
No hope no prospect to redeem it left	I
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Awake for shame or ere thy nobler sense	A
Sink in the oblivious pool of indolence	A
Must wit be found alone on falsehood's side	I
Unknown to truth to virtue unallied	I
Arise nor scorn thy country's just alarms	A
Wield in her cause thy long neglected arms	A
Of lofty satire pour the indignant strain	S
Leagued with her friends and ardent to maintain	S
'Gainst Learning's Virtue's Truth's Religion's foes	A
A kingdom's safety and the world's repose	A
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If Vice appal thee if thou view with awe	T
Insults that brave and crimes that 'scape the law	N
Yet may the specious bastard brood which claim	L
A spurious homage under Virtue's name	L
Sprung from that parent of ten thousand crimes	A
The new Philosophy of modern times	A
Yet these may rouse thee With unsparing hand	I
Oh lash the vile impostors from the land	I
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First stern Philanthropy not she who dries	A
The orphan's tears and wipes the widow's eyes	A
Not she who sainted Charity her guide	I
Of British bounty pours the annual tide	I
But French Philanthropy whose boundless mind	I
Glows with the general love of all mankind	I
Philanthropy beneath whose baneful sway	I
Each patriot passion sinks and dies away	I
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Taught in her school t'imbibe thy mawkish strain	S
Condorcet filter'd through the dregs of Paine	S
Each pert adept disowns a Briton's part	I
And plucks the name of England from his heart	I
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What shall a name a word a sound controul	N
The aspiring thought and cramp the expansive soul	N
Shall one half peopled Island's rocky round	I
A love that glows for all Creation bound	I
And social charities contract the plan	U
Framed for thy Freedom universal man	U
No through the extended globe his feelings run	V
As broad and general as the unbounded sun	V
No narrow bigot he his reason'd view	W
Thy interests England rank with thine Peru	W
France at our doors he sees no danger nigh	X
But heaves for Turkey's woes the impartial sigh	X
A steady Patriot of the World alone	Q
The Friend of every Country but his own	Q
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Next comes a gentler Virtue Ah beware	F
Lest the harsh verse her shrinking softness scare	F
Visit her not too roughly the warm sigh	X
Breathes on her lips the tear drop gems her eye	X
Sweet Sensibility who dwells enshrined	I
In the fine foldings of the feeling mind	I
With delicate Mimosa's sense endued	I
Who shrinks instinctive from a hand too rude	I
Or like the Anagallis prescient flower	K
Shuts her soft petals at the approaching shower	K
Sweet child of sickly Fancy her of yore	Y
From her loved France Rousseau to exile bore	Y
And while midst lakes and mountains wild he ran	U
Full of himself and shunn'd the haunts of man	U
Taught her o'er each lone vale and alpine steep	Z
To lisp the story of his wrongs and weep	Z
Taught her to cherish still in either eye	X
Of tender tears a plentiful supply	X
And pour them in her brooks that babbled by	X
Taught by nice scale to meet her feelings strong	D
False by degrees and exquisitely wrong	D
For the crush'd beetle first the widow'd dove	A2
And all the warbled sorrows of the grove	B2
Next for poor suffering guilt and last of all	N
For Parents Friends a king and Country's fall	N
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Mark her fair votaries prodigal of grief	C2
With cureless pangs and woes that mock relief	C2
Droop in soft sorrow o'er a faded flower	K
O'er a dead jack ass pour the pearly shower	K
But hear unmoved of Loire's ensanguined flood	I
Choked up with slain of Lyons drench'd in blood	I
Of crimes that blot the age the world with shame	L
Foul crimes but sicklied o'er with Freedom's name	L
Altars and thrones subverted social life	R
Trampled to earth the husband from the wife	R
Parent from child with ruthless fury torn	D2
Of talents honour virtue wit forlorn	D2
In friendless exile of the wise and good	I
Staining the daily scaffold with their blood	I
Of savage cruelties that scare the mind	I
The rage of madness with hell's lust combin'd	I
Of hearts torn reeking from the mangled breast	I
They hear and hope that all is for the best	I
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Fond hope but Justice sanctifies the prayer	F
Justice here Satire strike 'twere sin to spare	F
Not she in British Courts that takes her stand	I
The dawdling balance dangling in her hand	I
Adjusting punishments to fraud and vice	A
With srupulous quirks and disquisition nice	A
But firm erect with keen reverted glance	A
The avenging angel of regenerate France	A
Who visits ancient sins on modern times	A
And punishes the Pope for C sar's crimes	A
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Such is the liberal Justice which presides	A
In these our days and modern patriot's guides	A
Justice whose blood stain'd book one sole decree	E2
One statute fills quot The People shall be free quot	I
Free by what means by folly madness guilt	I
By bounteous rapines blood in oceans spilt	I
By confiscation in whose sweeping toil	N