XVIII. October, 1803. ONE might believe that natural miseries Spot rich in all things that can soothe and please! XIX. THERE is a bondage which is worse to bear Then his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall, Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall : 'Tis his who walks about in the open air, One of a Nation who, henceforth, must wear Their fetters in their Souls. For who could be, Who, even the best, in such condition, free To see the Sun how brightly it will shine, XX. October, 1803. THESE times touch monied Worldlings with dismay: And minds not stinted or untilled are given, What do we gather hence but firmer faith Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath; That virtue and the faculties within Are vital, and that riches are akin To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death! XXI. ENGLAND! the time is come when thou shouldst wean The truth should now be better understood; If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa, Aught good were destined, Thou wouldst step between. England! all nations in this charge agree: Far, far more abject is thine Enemy: Therefore the wise pray for thee, though the freight Of thy offences be a heavy weight: Oh grief! that Earth's best hopes rest all with Thee! XXII. October, 1803. WHEN, looking on the present face of things, So that almost a doubt within me springs |