"Fairer to me, than ought in fabled fong "Or myftic record told of fhores Atlantic! "Favour'd of heav'n, farewell! imperial isle, "Native to nobleft wits, and best approv'd "In manly science, and advent'rous deed! "Celestial Freedom, by rude hand estrang'd "From regions once frequented, with Thee takes “Her stedfast station, fast beside the throne "Of fcepter'd Rule, and there her ftate maintains "In focial concord, and harmonious love. "These bleffings ftill be thine, nor meddling fiend "Stir in your bufy ftreets foul Faction's roar; "Still thrive your growing works, and gales propitious "Vifit your fons who ride the watry wafte; "And still be heard from forth your glad fome bow'rs "Shrill tabor-pipes, and ev'ry peaceful found. "Nor vain the wish, while GEORGE the golden fcale "With steady prudence holds, and temp'rate sway. "And when his courfe of earthly honours run, "With lenient hand fhall FREDERIC footh your care, "Rich in each princely quality, mature "In years, and happiest in nuptial choice. "Thence too arife new hopes, a playful troop "Circles his hearth, fweet pledges of that bed, "Which Faith, and Joy, and thoufand Virtues guard. "His be the care t' inform their ductile minds "With worthieft thoughts, and point the ways of honour. "How often shall he hear with fresh delight "Their earneft tales, or watch their rifing paffions "With timorous attention; then shall 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 fecret ftores Of Britain's hope explor'd, while my strain'd fight Purfued her fading hills, till wrapt in mist They gently funk beneath the swelling tide. Nor flept those thoughts, whene'er in other climes I mark'd the cruel waste of foul oppreffion, Saw nobleft fpirits, and goodlieft faculties, To vaffalage and loathfome service 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 anguish; how great GEORGE How heav'd the orphan's and the widow's figh, For well was FREDERIC lov'd; and well deferv'd: Of gentle lowliness and focial zeal. Of Britain's peers conven'd, fhall pass befide G And long-remember'd features fhall return; Nor skill'd nor ftudious of the raptur'd lay; Hail WOLSEY's fpacious dome! hail, ever fam'd ON THE SAME. BY MR. JAMES CLITHEROW OF ALL SOULS COLL. T I. WAS on the evening of that gloomy day, 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,. IV. In high devotion wrapt, the mitred fage, |