Ah, yes, Humanity resumes her stand; Her raptur'd eye pervades th' increasing band; Views frowning Interest, with averted face Yield to Conviction the reluctant place; Beholds new champions join the glorious few, Whose well-tried efforts meet her grateful view— The _glorious few_—who midst conflicting storms And all the outrage busy Avarice forms, Unshaken stood, each mighty chief an host, And fix'd, and still defend the sacred post. Such, 'midst your foremost ranks, once soar'd sublime, (Too soon, alas! snatch'd by unsparing time) The man, whose genius, as a potent charm, Could animate the dull, make prudence warm. Bending the powers of his capacious soul, Skill'd in each part, and ample in the whole, He, in his liberal, comprehensive mind, The mazy system, with a glance, combin'd: And, arm'd by Mercy with a Nation's power, Struck the dire Demon in his savage tower: Breath'd the high fiat—angers the final doom, That sinks the Monster to his murky tomb. This the proud legacy, by wisdom given, Stampt by conviction, and enroll'd in heaven. The high behest awaken'd senates hail, And waft their sanction on each spreading gale. _Afric_'s reviving Genius grateful bends, And greets the boon th' enlighten'd Empire sends. The sacred delegates from freedom's throne Through the glad soil speed the commission'd boon. Quick through the joyful land the tidings ring; Rejoicing crowds th' enfranchis'd blessing sing. Science awaken'd leads the free-born strain; And arts and commerce join the liberal train. Rear'd by protecting laws new cities rise, And heave their turrets to the lucid skies. Trade lifts his trident o'er the silver tide, New harbours opens, bids his navies ride; Sees, unpolluted by oppression's hand, His honest wealth stream through the joyous land; His crowded quays heap'd with the guiltless toil, Iv'ry and gold in many a burnish'd pile, Drugs, spices, gums, in rich profusion thrown, And all the treasures of the genial zone. Culture emergent o'er the damask'd plains Spreads her rich vest, and gaudy Flora reigns. Where marshes once display'd their sickly green, Health lifts her roseat face, and points serene The cot, where mild Content with conscious grace Smiles on her husband Labour's glowing face. Pierc'd by no suns, th' interminable wood, Whose pathless gloom screen'd horror's drear abode, Opes its long vistas to the cheerful loves: And nymphs and sylvans in the scented groves (Where demons us'd to haunt the thorny shade) Assemble blithe, and sweep th' unfolded glade.