"HENCE glows, refulgent Tin! thy chrystal grains, And tawny Copper shoots her azure veins; Zinc lines his fretted vault with sable ore, And dull Galena tessellates the floor; 405 On vermil beds in Idria's mighty caves The living Silver rolls its ponderous waves; With gay refractions bright Platina shines, And studs with squander'd stars his dusky mines; Long threads of netted gold, and silvery darts, 410 Inlay the Lazuli, and pierce the Quartz;-- --Whence roof'd with silver beam'd PERU, of old, And hapless MEXICO was paved with gold. "Heavens! on my sight what sanguine colours blaze! Spain's deathless shame! the crimes of modern days! 415 When Avarice, shrouded in Religion's robe, Sail'd to the West, and slaughter'd half the globe; While Superstition, stalking by his side, Mock'd the loud groans, and lap'd the bloody tide; For sacred truths announced her frenzied dreams, 420 And turn'd to night the sun's meridian beams.-- Hear, oh, BRITANNIA! potent Queen of isles, On whom fair Art, and meek Religion smiles, Now AFRIC'S coasts thy craftier sons invade With murder, rapine, theft,--and call it Trade! 425 --The SLAVE, in chains, on supplicating knee, Spreads his wide arms, and lifts his eyes to Thee; With hunger pale, with wounds and toil oppress'd, "ARE WE NOT BRETHREN?" sorrow choaks the rest;-- --AIR! bear to heaven upon thy azure flood 430 Their innocent cries!--EARTH! cover not their blood! VIII. "When Heaven's dread justice smites in crimes o'ergrown The blood-nursed Tyrant on his purple throne, GNOMES! YOUR bold forms unnumber'd arms outstretch, And urge the vengeance o'er the guilty wretch.-- 435 Thus when CAMBYSES led his barbarous hosts From Persia's rocks to Egypt's trembling coasts, Defiled each hallowed fane, and sacred wood, And, drunk with fury, swell'd the Nile with blood; Waved his proud banner o'er the Theban states, 440 And pour'd destruction through her hundred gates; In dread divisions march'd the marshal'd bands, And swarming armies blacken'd all the lands, By Memphis these to ETHIOP'S sultry plains, And those to HAMMON'S sand-incircled fanes.-- 445 Slow as they pass'd, the indignant temples frown'd, Low curses muttering from the vaulted ground; Long ailes of Cypress waved their deepen'd glooms, And quivering spectres grinn'd amid the tombs; Prophetic whispers breathed from S 450 And MEMNON'S lyre with hollow murmurs rung; Burst from each pyramid expiring groans, And darker shadows stretch'd their lengthen'd cones.-- Day after day their deathful rout They steer, Lust in the van, and rapine in the rear.