On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side, Whether where equinoctial fervors glow, Or winter wraps the polar world in snow, {046} Still let thy voice, prevailing over time, Redress the rigours of the inclement clime. Aid slighted Truth with thy persuasive strain: Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain; Teach him, that states of native strength possest, Though very poor, may still be very blest; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay, As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away; While self-dependent power can time defy, As rocks resist the billows and the sky. [Illustration: 0091] End of Project Gutenberg's The Deserted Village, by Oliver Goldsmith