The Sun.
London, England, 1808-05-05 00:00:00

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AN •ADDRESS

rOft THE ANNIVZRSAY.YOr THE
ERA/CI—FUND,
At Freetytion)" 11.111, Mily 3, ISOB.

WRiTTIN AND RZOITLA ItY

WILLIAM THOMAS EVIL

tTlie ing Poem made'sti‘h an impreision on the Au-
'thence, and was.reeetvccl with so 'Mich applatise, that th'e
,;Earl of CHIC us 6 r a paid an elegant cotniilitheirt to the
. Author, apt inoposed that It.s should he drank with
b, tour tittles threat!: a proposal pat was warmly' and una-
, Itithously ad?,pted by the

As„ the revolving sun. and genial showers,
I'de:tithe trees,- and renovate the flowers;
7,1 plants long torpid veeetation
- And clothe in Nature's mantle all the field !
,So this auspicious day returns to bless •
'Neglected talents pining in distress,.
Genius, am*: the Hypocrite's disguise.,
-Who scorns by syeOphuitic arts to rise ;
• Who no'er to servile Flattery descends,
To gaM a Patron, Or promote- his ends;
Ott set:Otis brilliant provecis fade away,
Like glitrriog ice-drops in the beams'of day !
Age •teals upon him with attgenented•ca.e. •
61 ill Death at last, relieves him froth Despair.
Here letterd indigence, Disease and Pain,
May hope relief, nor find that hope is vain,
For the worn; evils gifted minds endure,
-'Tis yours to mitigate, if not to cure
And when, restrain'd, you have not to bestow,
Your hearts in syinpathy weep tears of woe. ,
In ev'ry age, it is tile Poet's late,
To worm ilknowledg'd when too late—
. .A`iirt t. ho happi,r lot can hope to find,
Than limner, menttiourit ; or Milton, blind I
GriieLe. the Prise, of Poets begg'd his bread,
And barren La.oels crowted our Milton's heal !
While Cainoens,', Etialtania's pride and shame !
Starv'd in that. lancl w bid' lives but ihrough his fame:
Spenser, whoni Great Eliza could commend,
And ail-accornpl.sh'it Sidocy a ,l 1 Ins friend,
His Golden Ditams, and Fairy Visions past,
I lis Country left to die in want at lan..
by Distress to, write the servile rhyme,
'1 do Musepi•Dryaen, nervous and sublime I
Is Epic Verse had suar'd a loi tier height;--
But chilling Poverty torbetie her Mehl :
Butler ;toil katway el:1 the mournful page,
Amu r.
oterton the victim of our age. . •
Thus N Ali.) a 'to their tiroanients iintusr.
Negicel them lying, t
,enshrine their Dust;
Cruel, un..,ise, capricious in their plan,
' They make an Idol, whom they starv'd a Man !
But alighted Genius shall reptile no atone;
Nor re! it eiseust..d itointhe Miser's door;
Fur England's licit. a bright example shews
tot povv,2l And will to nuttgate-his woes.
Perhaps some praise, some merit may be due,
To that firm hand; that persevering few,
Who to an lionourAble purpose just,
Will ite'er betray their delegated trust;
In public life tills points the road to fame.
Anil welt det:erVei the real Patriot's name-a.
rcvei'd ! though often inisapply'd,
That "F raitors tear, and Hypocrites deride!
The Muse, with ardent invokes thy power,
To warm-each bosoin, at, this awful hour,
Whet( Europe's Tyrant; Europe's strength unites,
Against our N10)13(4:14 and his People's Rights ;
Against the Noble S weds, who still remains,
lee viletlislionour of his,Chains,
Britons united may the World withstand t
.'Tis only Faction can sub:toe this land,: • '
There, in the thoughts of all the Good and Wise,
Our Foe's sole hope, and all our danger lies !
.When the tvn,ctb 14'61611; and the billows soar,
To•drive the lab'ring Vessel On the shore; •
Do seamen then in private feuds engage,
And waste their time in enmity and rage ? •
• Du little jealousies the Crew divide,
When Death rides ghastly on the foaming tide ?
When round the Stiliethe elements conspire,
To sink in whirlpools, or to whelin in tire I -
No
The ShiP in danger, all contention ends,
`One coMmon peril makes thetn.cominen Weeds ;
A generous warmth, auctentillation- glows,
And false ambition cannot make them foes ; •
Unaw'd by teritpests, unsubdued by tears,
l'hroUgh raging seas the watchful Pilot steers ;
The Crew united every danger brave,
And the proud vessel nobly stems the wave
True Patriots will forego, at such an hour,
The love of rule, antiquenchleiss thirst ,1 power
For rival Parties have this truth contess'd,
That England is above all ',Nation:, lalcss'd I
Where can man call, but near the British Throne,l*
His house his castle; and his mind his own 1 ,
tet'Ula survey caul! prostrate Country round, • •
W (Mfg else Oint reeduni'a sacred tree be found ?
France, (trended in blood, its shadow soughtin vain,
Holland's enslaviti,•and trebly shackled Spain I
Itie gallant Swiss ter ever must deplore
Those happy supies that bless'il their 'Liles before;
While poor Oeflitinia, France, in fatal. hour;.
Se.luc'd by treason, or oppressed by power! •
And left to illmtuileed Italy alone,
Vier Stiorpion Scep're, Niel her I o.n Throne I.
but could the Coisicao this Land subdue,
Their chains are 414 u to those he'd .torgt:lcir you;
-}or England's freedont;, wealth, and envied state,
Are the great obje.C.ls•ot 111;; deacili.s ,fiats. ,
Then let the spirit of the Isle appear,
Nerve every 'arm, alulliliarpen evt.rapear.;
Let civil teuds—Oksgracelul ! • cod,
Aiid eviry„liiitort be Eritanilia's ttiCnel ! •
To public have let private interc4i,,
And Rich, .and Pew., be ready fit the NMI .s
In strong (Internal Bands, w....n.roassledl'd there,
,Can ally of England's Cause despair.?
11 such tirepi be, let tear his tongue withhold, •
Nor damp the,patriot ardour of the Bold ; , •
Let him remember, to leis lasting shame,
The liout of Danger is t! c Hour of Fame.
Our native free-born spirit is not broke—
Britons will never bear the (italic yoke;
Like abject .slaves eradiate the Tyrant's rod,
Away their Country, and offend their God!
Perish the thought I—for England still shall, be
Queen attic lids.l and Empress of titi,Sea
And thedgh degraded Kingdoms ront.d her tail,
Her tame shall rise superior to t hem 'all ; •
Till “allies. Tyrant snail with atigiiish own;
That F Section) makes impregnable her Throne !
There Britain serve the Monarch they revere
White Natioriii Criailcia- beneath the scOurge they fear-
- Let bilki then trample. eon a World of Slaves,
'That Laney cortimantfs,the Waves I

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* sir Philip Sidney. .
f The Author has taken MAC of the Ihoes that follow from
his Appeal.,to the Spirit of the. Lahti.