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ODE VI. ON CONTEMPLATING THE WEALTH AND AGGRANDIZEMENT FLOWING FROM CERTAIN TRANSACTIONS IN INDIA.

TO A FRIEND.

Start not, my friend, that those who feel
Of wealth th'insatiable lust,
Should have a heart of steel,
And be unjust.

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The heart of flesh is virtue's meed;
The thrilling joys which thence arise,
These are, 'tis so decreed,
It's pride and prize.
Virtue, which braves the storms of life,
Tho' lab'ring long, and struggling hard,
There, where it meets the strife,
Finds the reward.
But harden'd thoughts, and stubborn care,
With them, like fiends, their station keep,
Whose breasts no pity share,
Whose eyes ne'er weep.
Then let them spread their arms around,
And bid them still their hopes expand,
As ocean with no bound
Circles the land.
Tell them to hug their god of gold,
And off'rings only to him pay,
With him close converse hold,
By night and day.
Tell them to bid aloft the pile
In all the pomp of kings to rise,
To bid their garden smile
'Midst kindest skies.

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Let wood and vale, and hill and plain,
With art's improvement meet,
To spread their parks domain,
And grace their seat!
Bid them enjoy what others till'd,
Level the cottage to the ground,
To spread from field to field
Their prospect round!
Lo! India wafts to them her trees,
China her golden fruit removes,
To sweeten every breeze,
Which fans their groves.
See France mature its softest vine,
And Spain her richest grapes dispense,
Its choicest fruits the Rhine,
To feast their sense!
See Rome with Grecian sculpture vie,
To decorate their halls;
And Titian's brightest dye
Shine on their walls!
All this be theirs; thus blest,
If blest, thus let them live and shine;
And, Justice for thy guest,
A cottage thine.