Black as the whirlwinds of the north, And Pelham fled to heav'n! By angels watch'd in Eden's bow'rs, Look down, much honour'd fhade, below, Stretch out thy healing hand; Resume those feelings, which on earth Search with thy more than mortal eye, See if thy unfufpecting heart, For principle, profession. From From thefe, the pefts of human kind, Whom royal bounty cannot bind, Protect our parent King: Unmask their treach'ry to his fight, If fuch his truft and honours share, Each venom'd heart disclose; On Him, on Him, our all depends, Whoe'er fhall at the helm prefide, Still let thy prudence be his guide, To ftem the troubled wave; But chiefly whifper in his ear, "That GEORGE is open, juft, fincere, "And dares to fcorn a knave." No selfish views t' opprefs mankind, To purchase fame with blood; 1 Thy bofom glow'd with purer heat; To hear no lawless paffion's call, To ferve thy King, yet feel for all, Wisdom with gen'rous love took part, Unite, ye kindred fons of worth; VERS ES Written at MONTAUBAN in FRANCE, 1750, By the Rev. Mr. JOSEPH WARTON. TARN, how delightful wind thy willow'd waves, But ah! they fructify a land of flaves! In vain thy bare-foot, fun-burnt peasants hide The priest's, the foldier's, and the fermier's prey: b What millions perish'd near thy mournful flood Alluding to the perfecutions of the proteftants, and the wars of the Saracens, carried on in the Southern provinces of France. By By all the chiefs in Freedom's battles loft; By wife and virtuous ALFRED's aweful ghost; That swiftly, whirling through the walks of war, By fierce BONDUCA's fhield, and foaming steeds; Be ALBION ftill thy joy! with her remain, Long as the furge shall lash her oak-crown'd plain! X{*}X{*}X{* The Revenge of AMERICA. 2 By the Same. HEN fierce PISARRO's legions flew W WHE O'er ravag'd fields of rich Peru, Р L 4 He |