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Unrival'd Parts, the scorn of honest fame;
And Genius rise, a Monument of shame!
More happy France : immortal BOILEAU there Supported Genius with a Sage's care: Him with her love propitious SATIRE blest, 445 And breath'd her airs divine into his breast : Fancy and Sense to form his line conspire, And faultless Judgment guides the purest Fire.
But see, at length, the British Genius smile, And show'r her bounties o'er her favour'd Ine: 450 Behold for Pope the twines the laurel crown, And centers ev'ry Poet's pow'r in one : Each Roman's force adorns his various page; Gay smiles, collected strength, and manly rage. Despairing Guilt and Dulness loath the fight, 455 As Spectres vanish at approaching light: In this clear Mirror with delight we view Each image juftly fine, and boldly true: Here Vice, dragg'd forth by Truth's supreme decree, Beholds and hates her own deformity : 460 While self-seen Virtue in the faithful line With modest joy surveys her form divine. But oh, what thoughts, what numbers shall I find, But faintly to express the Poet's mind !
Who yonder Star's effulgence can display, 465.
Unless he dip his pencil in the ray?
Who paint a God, unless the God inspire ?
What catch the Lightning, but the speed of fire ?
So, mighty Pope, to make thy Genius known,
All pow'r is weak, all numbers - but thy own. 470
Each Muse for thee with kind contention ftrove,
For thee the Graces left th'IDALIAN grove;
With watchful fondness o'er thy cradle hung,
Attun'd thy voice, and form’d thy infant tongue.
Next, to her Bard majestic Wisdom came; 475
The Bard enraptur’d caught the heav'nly Aame :
With Taste superior scorn'd the venal tribe,
Whom fear can sway, or guilty Greatness bribe ;
At Fancy's call who rear the wanton fail,
Sport with the stream, and trifle in the gale: 480
Sublimer views thy daring Spirit bound;
Thy mighty Voyage was Creation's round;
Intent new Worlds of Wisdom to explore,
And bless Mankind with Virtue's facred store ;
A nabler joy than Wit can give, impart; 485
And pour a moral transport o'er the heart.
Fantastic Wit shocts momentary fires,
And, like a Meteor, while we gaze, expires :
Wit kindled by the fulph’rous breath of Vice,
Like the blue lightning, while it shines, destroys:
But Genius, fir'd by Truth's eternal ray,
Burns clear and constant, like the source of day:
Like this, its beam prolifick and refin'd
Feeds, warms, inspirits, and exalts the mind;
Mildly dispels each wint’ry Paffion’s gloom, 495
And opens all the Virtues into bloom,
This Praise, immortal Pope, to thee be giv'n:
Thy Genius was indeed a Gift from Heav'n.
Hail, Bard unequal'd, in whose deathless line
Reason and Wit with strength collected shine; 500
Where matchless Wit but wins the second praise,
Loft, nobly loft, in Truth's superior blaze.
Did FRIENDSHIP e'er mislead thy wand'ring Muse?
That Friendship sure may plead the great excuse:
That sacred Friendship which inspir'd thy Song, 505
Fair in defect, and amiably wrong.
Error like this ev'n Truth can scarce reprove;
'Tis almost Virtue when it flows from Love.
Ye deathless Names, ye Sons of endless praise, By Virtue crown'd with never-fading bays ! 510 Say, shall an artless Muse, if you inspire, Light her pale lamp at your immortal fire ? Or if, O WARBURTON, inspir'd by You, The daring Muse a nobler path pursue,
By You inspir’d, on trembling pinion foar, 515
The sacred founts of social bliss explore,
In her bold numbers chain the Tyrant's rage,
And bid her country's Glory fire her page:
If fuch her fate, do thou, fair Truth, descend,
And watchful guard her in an honest end : 520
Kindly severe, instruct her equal line
To court no Friend, nor own a Foe but thine.
But if her giddy eye should vainly quit
Thy facred paths, to run the maze of wit;
If her apostate heart should e'er incline 525
To offer incense at Corruption's shrine ;
Urge, urge thy pow'r, the black attempt confound,
And dash the smoaking Censer to the ground.
Thus aw'd to fear, instructed Bards may see,
That Guilt is doom'd to sink in Infamy. 530