"How often shall he hear with fresh delight "Their earnest tales, or watch their rifing paffions "With timerous attention; then fhall tell "Of justice, fortitude, and public weal, "And oft the while each rigid precept smooth "With winning tokens of parental love!" Thus my o'erweening heart the secret stores Of Britain's hope explor'd, while my ftrain'd fight Purfued her fading hills, till wrapt in mist They gently funk behind the swelling tide. Nor flept those thoughts, whene'er in other climes I mark'd the cruel wafte of foul oppreffion, Saw nobleft fpirits, and goodlieft faculties, To vaffalage and loathfome fervice bound. Then confcious preference rofe; then northward turn'd My eye, to gratulate my natal foil. How have I chid with froward eagerness Each veering blaft, that from my hand witheld Tending the bed of anguifh; how great GEORGE How heav'd the orphan's and the widow's figh, For well was FREDERIC lov'd, and well deferv'd : His voice was ever fweet, and on his fteps Attended ever the alluring grace Of gentle lowlinefs and focial zeal. Him fhall remember oft the labour'd hind, Of Britain's peers conven'd, shall pass befide Oft to his fenfe the sweet paternal voice L And long-remember'd features fhall return; These plaintive strains, from ALBION far away, I lonely meditate at even-tide; Nor skill'd nor ftudious of the raptur'd lay; Hail WOLSEY's fpacious dome! hail, ever-fam'd You deign to interweave this humble song. ON THE SAME. BY MR. JAMES CLITHEROW OF ALL SOULS COLL. I. WAS on the evening of that gloomy day, "TWAS When FREDERIC, ever lov'd, and ever mourn'd, (Such heav'n's high will, and who shall disobey?) To earth's cold womb in holy pomp return'd: II. With fullen founds the death-denouncing bell III. The full-voic'd choir, in ftoles of pureft white, In high devotion rapt, the mitred fage, V. "Who, when our fov'reign liege to fate shall yield, "Shall prop, like him, Britannia's falling state? "Who now the vengeful fword of justice wield, "Or ope, like him, fweet Mercy's golden gate? VI. "Who shall to Arts their priftine honour bring, "Rear from the dust fair Learning's laurell'd head, "Or bid rich Commerce plume her daring wing? "Arts, Learning, Commerce are in FREDERIC dead. VII. "Who now fhall tend, with fond paternal care, "The future guardians of our faith and laws? "Who teach their breasts with patriot worth to dare, "And die, with ardour, in Britannia's cause ? VIII. "And who, ah! who, with foft endearing lore, "Shall footh, like him, the royal mourner's breast? "Her lord, her life, her FREDERIC is no more."Deep groans and bitter wailings fpeak the rest. IX. Then, when at length the awful fcene was clos'd, All to their filent homes their steps difpos'd, To feed on folitary woe the mind; |