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to Thames's banks, which fragrant breezes fill, or where ye Muses sport on Cooper's Hill. (On Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall grow, 265 while lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall dow.) I seem through consecrated walks to rove, I hear soft music die along the grove: led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade, by godlike poets venerable made :
270 here his first lays majestic Denham sung; there the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue. O early lost! what tears the river shed, when i he sad pomp along his banks was led ? his drooping swans on ev'ry note expire, 275 and on his willows hung each muse's lyre.
Since Fate relentless stopp'd their heav'nly voice, no more the forests ring, or groves rejoice; who now shall charm the shades where Cowley strung bis living harp, and lofty Denham sung? 280 But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings! Ire these reviv'd ? or is it Granville sings? tis yours, my Lord, to bless our soft retreats, ind call the Muses to their ancient seats; o paint anew the flow'ry sylvan scenes, 285 o crown the forests with immortal greens : nake Windsor-hills in lofty numbers rise, ind lift her turrets nearer to the skies; o sing those honours you deserve to wear, nd add new lustre to ber silver star.
290 Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage, Urrey, the Granville of a former age: latchless his pen, victorious was his lance, old in the lists, and graceful in the dance : I the same shades the Cupids tuu'd his lyre, 295 the same notes, of love, and soft desire:
fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Mira now.
Oh wouldst thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, what kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, or raise old warriors, whose ador'd remains 301 in weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! with Edward's acts adorn the shining page, stretch his long triumphs down through ev'ry age, draw monarchs chain'd, and Cressi's glorious field, the lilies blazing on the regal shield:
306 then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, and leave inanimate the naked wall, still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear, and bleed for ever under Britain's spear. 310
Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn, and palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps, and, fast beside him, once fear'd Edward sleeps : whom not th' extended Albion could contain, 315 from old Belerium to the northern main, the grave unites; where ev’n the great find rest, and blended lie th' oppressor and th’opprest!
Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known, (obscure the place, and uninscrib’d the stone); 320 oh fact accurs'd! what tears has Albion shed, Heav'ns! what new wounds! and how her old have she saw her sons with purple death expire, [bled! her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire, a dreadful series of intestine wars,
325 inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars. At length great anna said, “ Let discord cease!" she said; the world obey'd, and all was peace !
In that blest moment from his oozy bed old father Thames adranc'd his reverend head; 334
bis tresses dropp'd with dews, and o'er the stream his shining horns diffus'd a golden gleam: grav'd on hisoarn appear'd the moon, that guides his swelling waters, and alternate tides; the figur'd streams in waves of silver roll'd, 335 and on her banks Augusta rose in gold. Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood, who swell with tributary urns his flood : first the fam'd authors of his ancient name, the winding Isis, and the fruitful Thame: 340 the Kennet swist, for silver eels renown'd; the Loddon slow, with verdant alders crown'd; Cole, whose dark streams his flow'ry islands lave; and chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave: the blue, transparent Vandalis appears;
345 the gulphy Lee his sedgy tresses rears; and sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood; and silent Darent, stain'd with Danish blood.
High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd, (his sea-green mantle waving with the wind), 350 the god appear’d: he turn'd his azure eyes where Windsor domes and pompous turrets rise; . then bow'd and spoke; the winds forget to roar, and the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore.
Hail, sacred Peace! hail, long expected days, 355 that Thames's glory to the stars shall raise ! tho' Tyber's streams inmortal Rome behold, tho' foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, from heav'n itself though sevenfold Nilus flows, and harvests on a hundred realms bestows; 360 these now no more shall be the muse's themes, lost in my fame, as in the sea their streams. Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shine, and groves of lauces glitter on the Rhine,
let barb'rous Ganges arm a servile traio ; be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign. No more my sons shall dye with British blood red Iber's sands, or Ister's foaming flood: safe on my shore each unmolested swain shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain; 370 the shady empire sball retain no trace of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace; the trumpet sleep, while cheerful horns are blown, and arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone. Behold th' ascending villas on my side,
375 project long shadows o'er the crystal tide; behold! Augusta's glitt'ring spires increase, and temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace. I see, I see, where two fair cities bend their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend ! 380 there mighty nations shall inquire their doom, the world's great oracle in times to come; there kings shall sụe, and suppliant states be seen once more to bend before a British Queen.
Thy trees, fair Windsof! now shall leave their and half thy forests rush into the floods, [woods bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display to the bright regions of the rising day; tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll, where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole; or under southern skies exalt their sails,
391 led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales ! for me the balm shall bleed, and amber fow, the coral redden, and the ruby glow, the pearly shell it's lucid globe infold,
395 and Phoebus warm the rip’ning ore to gold. The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind, unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, wbole nations enter with each swelling tide,
and seas but join the regions they divide; 400 Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, and the new world launch forth to seek the old. Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide, and feather'd people crowd my wealthy side, and naked youths and painted chiefs admire
405 our speech, our colour, and our strange attire! Oh stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to shore, till conquest cease, and slav'ry be no more; till the freed Indians in their native groves reap their own fruits, and woo their sable loves; 410 Peru once more a race of kings behold, and other Mexicos be roof'd with gold. Exild by thee from earth to deepest hell, in brazen bonds, shall barb'rous Discord dwell; gigantic pride, pale terror, gloomy care,
415 and mad Ambition, shall attend her there: there purple vengeance, bath'd in gore retires, her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires : there hated envy her own snakes shall feel, and persecution mourn her broken wheel: 420 there faction roar, rebellion bite her chain, and gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain.
Here cease thy flight, nor with unballow'd lays, touch the fair faine of Albion's golden days: the thoughts of gods let Granville's verse recite, and bring the scenes of op’ning fate to light. 426 My humble muse, in unambitious strains, paints the green forests and the flow'ry plains, where Peace descending bids her olive spring, and scatters blessings from her dove-like wing. 430 Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days, pleas'd in the silent hade with empty praise ; enough for me, that to the listning swains first in these fields I sung the sylvan strains.