How much unlike the sons of Britain now! [Illustration: BRIGHTER STREAMS THAN FAMED HYDASPES] Fir'd at the sound, my genius spreads her wing. And flies where Britain courts the western spring; Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride, And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide. There, all around, the gentlest breezes stray; There gentle music melts on every spray; Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd: Extremes are only in the master's mind. Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by, Intent on high designs--a thoughtful band, By forms unfashion'd, fresh from Nature's hand, Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, True to imagin'd right, above control; While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan And learns to venerate himself as man. Thine, freedom, thine the blessings pictur'd here. Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear; Too bless'd indeed were such without alloy, But, foster'd even by freedom, ills annoy. That independence Britons prize too high Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie: The self-dependent lordlings stand alone-- All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown. Here, by the bonds of nature feebly held, Minds combat minds, repelling and repell'd, Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar, Repress'd ambition struggles round her shore-- Till, overwrought, the general system feels Its motions stopp'd, or frenzy fire the wheels. Nor this the worst. As nature's ties decay, As duty, love, and honor fail to sway, Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe. Hence all obedience bows to these alone, And talent sinks, and merit weeps unknown; Till time may come when, stripp'd of all her charms, The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms-- Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame, Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrote for fame-- One sink of level avarice shall lie, And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonor'd die. [Illustration: TALENT SINKS, AND MERIT WEEPS UNKNOWN]