III. Let Health, gay daughter of the skies, And fcatter pleasures as the flies There HERRING wooes her friendly power, To heal that fhepherd all her balms employ, IV. Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends Lo! * PELHAM to the grave defcends, The bulwark of the ftate: When will fair Truth his equal find Among the best of human kind? Long be the fatal day with mourning kept! AUGUSTUS figh'd fincere, and all the worthy wept. V. Thy delegate, kind heaven, restore To health, and safely keep; Let good AUGUSTUS figh no more, No more the worthy weep: The Right Honourable Henry Pelham, Efq; died on the 6th of March 1754 And ftill upon the royal head The riches of thy bleffings fhed: Establish'd with his counsellors around, Long be his profp'rous reign, and all with glory crown'd. An AUTUMNAL O D E. By the Same. I. ET once more, glorious God of day, YET While beams thine orb ferene, O let me warbling court thy stay Bright Summer to perfection bring, The cold, inclement days of Winter cheer, And make th' Autumnal months the mildest of the II. Ere yet the ruffet foliage fall, I'll climb the mountain's brow, My friend, my Hayman, at thy call, To view the scene below: How sweetly pleasing to behold Forefts of vegetable gold! year. How How mix'd the many-chequer'd shades between The tawny mellowing hue, and the gay vivid green! III. How splendid all the sky! how still! How mild the dying gale! How soft the whispers of the rill That winds along the dale! It seems the Sabbath of the year; As if, the Summer's Labour past, she chose Such is of well-fpent life the time, Man verging gradual from his prime, Meets facred Peace at last: His flowery Spring of pleasures o'er, And Summer's full-blown pride no more, He gains pacific Autumn, meek and bland, And dauntless braves the stroke of Winter's palfy'd hand. V. For yet awhile, a little while, Involv'd in wint❜ry gloom, And lo! another Spring fhall fimile, A Spring eternal bloom; Then Then shall he shine, a glorious guest, In the bright mansions of the bleft, Where due rewards on Virtue are bestow'd, And reap the golden fruits of what his Autumn fow'd. A S O N G. tet A I. WAY, let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move thy fear, Let nought delay the heav'nly bleffing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care. II. What though no grants of royal donors With titles pompous grace our blood, We'll fhine in more fubftantial honours, And to be noble we'll be good. What though from Fortune's lavish bounty No mighty treasures we poffefs, We'll find within our pittance plenty, And be content without excess. VOL. IV. U IV. Still IV. Still fhall each kind returning feafon For we will live a life of reafon, And that's the only life to live. V. Our name, whilft virtue thus we tender, How they admire fuch little folk. VI. Through youth and age in love excelling, We'll hand in hand together tread, Sweet smiling Peace fhall crown our dwelling, And babes, fweet fmiling babes, our bed. How fhould I love the pretty creatures, And when with envy Time transported And I go wooing in my boys. The |