So dusky night and chaos smil'd On beauteous form their lovely child. O fair variety! IV. What blifs thou doft fupply! V. Our paffions, like the seasons, turn; VI. Safe beneath her mighty mafter, In fecurity she sits; Plants her loofe foundations faster, And her forrows paft forgets. VII. Happy ifle! the care of heaven, VIII. Though VIII. Though he parted from thy fhore, ODE TO PEACE, FOR THE YEAR 1718. TH I. HOU faireft, fweetest daughter of the skies, Indulgent, gentle, life-reftoring Peace! With what aufpicious beauties doft thou rife, And Britain's new-revolving Janus bless ! II. Hoary winter smiles before thee, Hours and feasons all adore thee, And for thee are ever young: Ever, goddess, thus appear, III. In thee the night, in thee the day is bleft; In thee the dearest of the purple east : Mirth to inspire, and raise the drooping heart : hou theme eternal for the poet's fong. IV. Awake IV. Awake the golden lyre, At heaven and earth's defire. V. Hark, how the founds agree, With due complacency! VI. Who, by nature's faireft creatures, Blefs'd by men and gods above? VII. Peace and the are Britain's treasures, Still their bounty fhall increase us, CHORUS. Hail, ye celeftial pair! Still let Britannia be your care, And Peace and Carolina crown the year. ODE FOR THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY, 1718. I. H touch the ftring, celeftial Muse, and say, Is it in Fate, that one distinguish'd day Should with more hallow'd purple paint the East? Look onl ife and nature's race! III. How had this glorious morning been forgot, Had not our greatest Cæfar been its lot, IV. Now IV. Now, Nature, be gay In the pride of thy May, The crown from her brow, For our brighter Britannia to wear. Through every language of thy peopled earth, Let Volga tumbling in cascades, And Po that glides through poplar shades, And Arethufa, rivers old, Their great deliverer fing. Not, Danube, thou whose winding flood Run crystal as their spring. CHORUS. To mighty George, that heals thy wounds, In the great Mediator's praise |