To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs;
To monarchs dignity; to judges fenfe;
To artifts ingenuity and skill;

To me, an unambitious mind, content
In the low vale of life, that early felt

A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long
Found here that leifure and that eafe I wished.

And they, that never pass their brick-wall bounds
To range the fields and treat their lungs with air,
Yet feel the burning inftin&t: over-head
Sufpend their crazy boxes, planted thick,
And watered duly. There the pitcher ftands
A fragment, and the spoutlefs tea-pot there;
Sad witneffes how close-pent man regrets
The country, with what ardour he contrives
A peep at nature, when he can no more.

Hail, therefore, patronefs of health and ease, And contemplation, heart-confoling joys And harmless pleasures, in the thronged abode Of multitudes unknown; hail, rural life! Addrefs himself who will to the pursuit Of honours, or emolument, or fame; I shall not add myself to fuch a chafe, Thwart his attempts, or envy his fuccefs. Some must be great. Great offices will have Great talents. And God gives to every man The virtue, temper, understanding, taste, That lifts him into life, and lets him fall Juft in the niche, he was ordained to fill. To the deliverer of an injured land

He gives a tongue to enlarge upon, an heart

To feel, and courage to redrefs her wrongs;
To monarchs dignity; to judges fenfe;
To artifts ingenuity and skill;

To me, an unambitious mind, content
In the low vale of life, that early felt
A wifh for eafe and leifure, and ere long
Found here that leifure and that eafe I wished.

THE TASK.

BOOK V.