That internal commerce only, promotes the morals of a country situated like America, and prevents its growth of luxury, and its consequent vices To every clime, through every sea The bold adventurer steers; In bounding barque, through each degree His country's produce bears.-- How far more blest to stay at home Than thus on Neptune's wastes to roam, Where fervors melt, or frosts congeal-- Ah ye! with toils and hardships worn, Condemn'd to face the briny foam; Ah! from such fatal projects turn The wave-dividing keel. The product of the furrow'd plain-- Transferr'd to foreign shores, To pamper pride and please the vain The reign of kings restores: Hence, every vice the sail imports, The glare of crowns, the pomp of courts, And War, with all his crimson train! Thus man design'd to till the ground, A stranger to himself is found-- Is sent to toil on yonder wave, Is made the dreary ocean's sport, Since commerce first to avarice gave To sail the ocean round. How far more wise the grave Chinese, Who ne'er remotely stray, But bid the world surmount the seas And hard-earn'd tribute pay. Hence, treasure to their country flows Freed from the danger, and the woes Of distant seas and dreary shores. There commerce breeds no foreign war; At home they find their wants supplied, And ask, why nations come so far To seek superfluous stores? Americans! why half neglect The culture of your soil? From distant traffic why expect The harvest of your toil? At home a surer harvest springs From mutual interchange of things, Domestic duties to fulfil.-- Vast lakes within your realm abound Where commerce now expands her sail, Where hostile navies are not found To bend you to their will. [162] From the edition of 1815. ON FALSE SYSTEMS[163] Of Government, and the Generally Debased Condition of Mankind Does there exist, or will there come An age with wisdom to assume, The Rights by heaven designed; The Rights which man was born to claim, From Nature's God which freely came, To aid and bless mankind.-- No monarch lives, nor do I deem There will exist one crown supreme The world in peace to sway; Whose first great view will be to place On their true scale the human race, And discord's rage allay. Republics! must the task be your's To frame the code which life secures, And Right from man to man-- Are you, in Time's declining age, Found only fit to tread the stage Where tyranny began? How can we call those systems just Which bid the few, the proud, the first Possess all earthly good; While millions robbed of all that's dear In silence shed the ceaseless tear, And leeches suck their blood.