Soon with thy country's hope thy fame extends;

The rescued merchant oft thy words refounds: Thee and thy caufe the rural hearth defends: His bowl to thee the grateful failor crowns: The learn'd reclufe, with awful zeal who read Of Grecian heroes, Roman patriots dead, Now with like awe doth living merit fcan: While he, whom virtue in his bleft retreat Bade focial eafe and public paffions meet, Afcends the civil fcene, and knows to be a man. VI.

At length in view the glorious end appear'd: We faw thy fpirit through the fenate reign; And freedom's friends thy inftant omen heard Of laws for which thy fathers bled in vain. Wak'd in the ftrife the public Genius rofe More keen, more ardent from his long repofe : Deep through her bounds the city felt his call: Each crouded haunt was ftirr'd beneath his power,

And murmuring challeng'd the deciding hour Of that too vaft event the hope and aread of all. VII.

Ore good powers who look on human kind, Intruct the mighty moments as they roll: And watch the fleeting fhapes in Curio's miud, And steer his paffions fteady to the goal. O Alfred, father of the English name, O valiant Edward, firft in civil fame, O William, height of public virtue pure, Bend from your radiant feats a joyful eye Behold the fum of all your labors nigh, Your plans of law complete, your ends of rule

fecure.

But England's fons, to purchace thence applaufe, Shall ne'er the loyalty of flaves pretend, By courtly paffions try the public cause; Nor to the forms of rule betray the end. O race erect! by manlieft paffions mov'd, The labours which to virtue ftand approv'd, Prompt with a lover's fondnefs to furvey; Yet, where injuftice works her wilful claim, Fierce as the flight of Jove's deftroying flame Impatient to confront, and dreadful to repay.

But come: 'tis time: ftrong deftiny impends
To fhut thee from the joys thou haft betray'dv
With princes fill'd, the folemn fane afcends,
By infamy, the mindful demon fway'd.
There vengeful vows for guardian laws effac'd,
Froin nations fetter'd, and from towns laid
wafte

For ever through the fpacious courts resound :
There long pofterity's united groan

And the fad change of horrors not their own, Affail the giant chiefs, and prefs them to the ground.

In fight old Time, imperious judge awaits:
Above revenge, or fear, or pity, juft,
He urgeth onward to thofe guilty gates
The Great, the Sage, the Happy, and August.
And ftill he asks them of the hidden plan
Whence every treaty, every war began,
Evolves their fecrets and their guilt pro-

claims:

And ftill his hands defpoil them on the road each vain wreath by lying Bards beftow'd,

Of

him, dere?

fculptur'd names,

But ye, whom yet wife Liberty infpires, Whom for her champions o'er the world the claims,

(That household godhead whom of old your
fires

Sought in the woods of Elbe, and bore to Thames)
Drive ye this hoftile omen far away :
Their own fell efforts on her foes repay;
Your wealth, your arts, your fame, be her's
alone:

Still gird your fwords to combat on her fide; Still frame your laws her generous teft to abide; And win to her defence the altar and the throne. XVI.

Protect her from yourselves, ere yet the flood
Of golden luxury, which commerce pours,
Hath spread that felfish fierceness through your
blood,

Which not her lightest discipline îndures:
Snatch from fantastic demagogues her cause :
Dream not of Numa's manners, Plato's laws:
A wifer founder, and a nobler plan,
O fons of Alfred, were for you affign'd:
Bring to that birthright but an equal mind,
And no fublimer lot will fate refervefor man.

O DE TO THE

QUEEN

X. MUSE.

UEEN of my fongs, harmonious maid,
Ah why haft thou withdrawn thy aid ?
Ah why forfaken thus my breaft
With inaufpicious damps opprefs'd?
Where is the dread prophetic heat,
With which my bofom wont to beat?
Where all the bright myfterious dreams
Of haunted groves and tuneful streams,
That woo'd my genius to divineft themes?
II.

Say, goddess, can the feftal board,
Or young Olympia's form ador'd;
Say, can the pomp of promis'd fame
Relume thy faint, thy dying flame?
Or have melodious airs the power
To give one free, poetic hour?
Or, from amid the Elyfian train,
The foul of Milton fhall I gain,

To win thee back with forme celeftial Arainj

No, foolish youth--- To virtuous fame If now thy early hopes be vow'd, If true ambition's nobler flame Command thy footsteps from the croud, Lean not to Love's inchanting fnare; His fongs, his words, his looks beware, Nor join his votaries, the young and fair. II.

By thought, by dangers, and by toils
The wreath of just renown is worn ;
Nor will ambition's awful spoils
The flowery pomp of eafe adorn:
But love unbends the force of thought;
By love unmanly fears are taught;
And love's reward with gaudy floth is bought.
III.

Yet thou haft read in tuneful lays,
And heard from many a zealous breaft,
The pleafing tale of Beauty's praise
In Wifdom's lofty language drefs'd';'
Of Beauty powerful to impart

Each finer fenfe, each comelier art,
And foothe and polish man's ungentle heart,

VII.

So foon again to meet the fair? So penfive all this ab ent hour? -O ́yet unlucky youth, beware, While yet to think is in thy power, In vain with friendship's flattering name Thy paffion veils its inward fhame: Friendship, the treacherous fuel of thy flame! VIII.

Once I remember, new to love, And dreading his tyrannic chain, I fought a gentle maid to prove What peaceful joys in friendship reign; Whence we forfooth might fafely ftand, And pitying view the love-fick band, And mock the winged boy's malicious hand.

III.

Say what can now the country boaft,
O Drake, thy footsteps to detain,
When peevish winds and gloomy froft
The funthine of the temper ftain?
Say, are the Priests of Devon grown,
Friends to this tolerating throne,
Champions for George's legal right?
Have general freedom, equal law,
Won to the glory of Nafiau
Each bold Weflexian fquire and knight?
IV.

I doubt it much; and guefs at leaft
That when the day, which made us free,
Shall next return, that facred feast
Thou better may'ft ob erve with me.
With me the fulphurous treafon old
A far inferior part fhall hold
In that glad day's triumphal ftrain;
And generous William be rever'd,
Nor one untimely accent heard
Of James or his ignoble reign.
V.

Then, while the Ga'con's fragrant wine
With modeft cups our joy fupplies,
We'll truly thank the power divine
Who bade the chief, the patriot rile;
Rife from heroic eale the spoil
Due, for his youth's Herculean toil,
From Belgium to her faviour fon)
Rife with the fame unconquer'd zeal
For our Britannia's in ur'd weal,
Her laws defac'd; her fhrines o'erthrown.
# VI.

He came. The tyrant from our fhore,
Like a forbidden demon, fled;
And to eternal exile bore
Pontific rage and vaffal dread.
There funk the mouldering Gothic reigni
New years came forth, a liberal train,
Call'd by the people's great decree.
That day, my friend, let bleffings crown:
---Fill,to the demigod's renown

From whom thou haft that thou art free.

VII.

Then, Drake, (for wherefore fhould we part
The public and the private weal?)"
In vows to her who fways the heart,
Fair health, glad fortune, will we deal.
Whether Aglaia's blooming cheek,
Or the foft ornaments that fpeak
So eloquent in Daphne's fmile,
Whether the piercing lights that fly
From the dark heaven of Myrto's eye,
Haply thy fancy then beguile.

VIII.

For fo it is. Thy ftubborn breast,
Though touch'd by many a lighter wound,
Hath no full conqueft yet confefs'd,
Nor the one fatal charmer found.

But lo, to Sappho's melting airs
Delcends the radiant queen of love:
She imiles, and afks what fonder cares
Her fuppliant's plaintive measures move:
Why is my faithful maid diftreis'd?
Who, Sappho, wounds thy tender breast!
Say, flies he?---Soon he fhall pursue:
Shuns he thy gifts?---He foon fhall give :
Slights he thy forrows?---He fhall grieve,
And foon to all thy wishes bow.

II. Z.
But, O Melpomene, for whom
Awakes thy golden fhell again?
What mortal breath fhall e'er prefume
To echo that unbounded strain?

Yet then did Pleasure's lawless throng,
Oft rushing forth in loofe attire,
Thy virgin dance, thy graceful fong,
Pollute with impious revels dire.
O fair, O chafte, thy echoing fhado
May no foul difcord here invade :
Nor let thy ftrings one accent move,
Except what earth's untroubled ear
'Mid all her focial tribes may hear,
And Heaven's unerring throne approve
III. 2.

Queen of the lyre, in thy retreat
The fairest flowers of Pindus glow;
The vine alpires to crown thy feat,
And myrtles round thy laurel grow:
Thy firings adapt their varied ftrain
To every pleafure, every pain,
Which mortal tribes were born to prove
And ftrait our paffions rife or fall,
As at the wind's imperious call
The ocean fwells, the billows move.
III. 3.

When midnight liftens o'er the fluinbering

earth,

Let me, O mufe, thy folemn whispers hear:
When morning fends her fragrant breezes forthy
With airy murmurs touch my opening ear.
And ever watchful at thy fide,
Let Wildom's awful fuffrage guide
The tenor of thy lay:

To her of old by Jove was given
To judge the various deeds of earth and heaven
'Twas thine by gentle arts to win us to her way
IV. L.

Oft as, to well-earn'd eae refign'd.
I quit the maze where fcience toils,
Do thou refresh my yielding tind
With all thy gay, delufive fpoils.
But, O indulgent, come not nigh
The buty teps, the jealous eye

Of wealthy care or gainful age;
Whole barren fouls thy inys difdain,
And hold as foes to realon's reign
Whone'er tay lovely works engagti
† Pindar.