From thundering fteep to fteep, he pours his urn, 810 His brother Niger too, and all the floods In which the full-form'd maids of Afric lave Their jetty limbs; and all that from the tract Of woody mountains ftretch'd thro' gorgeous Ind Fall on Cormandel's coaft, or Malabar; 815 From * Menam's orient ftream, that nightly fhines With infect-lamps, to where Aurora sheds On Indus' fmiling banks the rofy fhower: All, at this bounteous feafon, ope their urns, 820 NOR lefs thy world, COLUMBUS, drinks, refresh'd, At once his dome, his robe, his food, and arms. 825 Dares ftretch her wing o'er this enormous mass 830 E 6 Of *The river that runs thro' Siam; on whose banks a vaft multitude of thofe infects called Fire-Flies make a beautiful appearance in the night. +The river of the Amazons. Ofrufhing water; fcarce she dares attempt 835 And traverse realms unknown, and blooming wilds, And fruitful defarts, worlds of folitude, Where the fun fmiles and feasons teem in vain, Unfeen, and unenjoy'd. Forfaking thefe, 840 O'er peopled plains they fair-diffusive flow, 845 BUT what avails this wondrous wafte of wealth? This gay profufion of luxurious blifs? 850 This pomp Ah! what avail their fatal treasures, hid 890 865 870 Command the world; the LIGHT that leads to HEAVEN; These are not theirs. The Parent-fun himself 875 880 There There loft. The very brute-creation there 885 890 Lo! the green ferpent, from his dark abode, Which even Imagination fears to tread, At noon forth-iffuing, gathers up his train In orbs immenfe, then, darting out anew, Seeks the refreshing fount; by which diffus'd, He throws his folds: and while, with threatning tongue, And deathful jaws erect, the monfter curls His flaming creft, all other Thirst, appall'd, Or shivering flies, or check'd at distance stands, 895 Nor dares approach. But ftill more direful he, The fmall clofe-lurking minister of fate, Whofe high-concocted venom thro' the veins A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift The vital current. Form'd to humble man, This child of vengeful Nature! There, fublim'd To fearlefs luft of blood, the favage race Roam, licens'd by the fhading hour of guilt, And foul mifdeed, when the pure day has shut His facred eye. The tyger darting fierce, Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd: The lively-fhining leopard, fpeckled o'er With many a spot, the beauty of the wafte; And, fcorning all the taming arts of Man, The keen hyena, felleft of the fell. These, rushing from th' inhospitable woods 900 905 910 Of Of Mauritania, or the tufted ifles, 915 920 Croud near the guardian fwain; the nobler herds, UNHAPPY he! who from the first of joys, Society, cut off, is left alone Amid this world of death. 925 Sad on the jutting eminence he fits, And views the main that ever toils below; Still fondly forming in the fartheft verge, Ships, dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds; 935 A mournful eye, and down his dying heart And |