From all the futile cares of business free;
Not fond of life, but yet content to be:
Here mark the fleeting hours; regret the paft;
And seriously prepare, to meet the last,

So fafe on fhore the penfion'd failor lies;
And all the malice of the ftorm defies:
With ease of body bleft, and peace of mind,
Pities the restlefs crew he left behind;
Whilft, in his cell, he meditates alone
On his great voyage, to the world unknown.

The blifsful feat of peace and love,
Ten thousand beauties round me rife,
And mingle pleasure with furprize.

This paradife of blooming joys

Each raptur'd fenfe, at once, employs.

II.

But when I view the radiant queen,
Who form'd this fair enchanting scene;
Pardon ye grots! ye cryftal floods!
Ye breathing flow'rs! ye fhady woods!

Your coolness now no more invites ;
No more your murmuring stream delights;
Your fweets decay, your verdure's flown
My foul's intent on her alone,

OW long fhall tyrant Custom bind

HOW

long fall to the human mind?

How long fhall falfe fantaftic Honour draw

The vengeful fword, with fury fell,

And ranc'rous Malice dark as hell,
In fpight of Reason's rule, and Nature's eldest law?

Too many gallant youths have bled;
Too much of British blood been shed
By Britons' fwords, and that foul monfter's laws;
Youths that might elfe have nobly dar'd;

More glorious wounds and dangers shar'd

For Britain's juft defence, and virtue's injur'd cause,

So

So when the fierce Cadmean youth Sprung from the dragon's venom'd tooth, Each chief arose in shining armour drest : With rage infpir'd, the furious band Soon found a ready foe at hand,

And plung'd the pointed steel each in a brother's breast.

Has Britain then no other foes,

That thus her fons their lives expose
To private war, and feuds, and civil fray?
Does Spain infult her flag no more?
Does Lewis yet his thoughts give o'er

Of univerfal rule, and arbitrary fway?

'Tis Britons' to fupport the law; 'Tis theirs ambitious kings to awe, And equal rights of empire to maintain. For this our fathers, brave and stout, At Agincourt and Creffy fought,

And heap'd fam'dBlenheim's field with mountains of the flain.

How will the Gallic monarch smile,

To see the fons of Albion's ifle

Their country's blood with ruthless weapons drain!
Themselves avenge the glorious day

When Marlb'rough swept whole hofts away,
And fent the frighted Danube purple to the main !

O fay,

O fay, in this inglorious strife

Thy arm had robb'd thy friend of life,

What pangs, what anguish had thy bofom prov'd?
How hadft thou curs'd the cruel deed,

That caus'd the gallant youth to bleed,

Pierc'd by thy guilty fword, and flain by him he lov’d?

How did the fair Maria blame

Thy high-bred fpirit's eager flame,
That courting danger flighted her foft love?
Far other wreaths for thee fhe twin'd;

Far other cares for thee defign'd;

And for the laurel crown, the myrtle chaplet wove.

If not for her's, for Britain's fake,
Forbear thy precious life to ftake;

Nor taint thy honour with fo foul a deed.
One day thy country may require

Thy gallant arm and martial fire:

Then may'ft thou bravely conquer, or as bravely bleed.

ODE

ODE to NIGHT.

HE bufy cares of day are done;

TH

In yonder western cloud the fun
Now fets, in other worlds to rise,
And glad with night the nether skies.

With ling'ring pace the parting day retires,
And flowly leaves the mountain tops, and gilded fpires.

Yon azure cloud, enrob'd with white,

Still shoots a gleam of fainter light:
At length defcends a browner shade;

At length the glimm'ring objects fade:
"Till all fubmit to NIGHT's impartial reign,
And undistinguish'd darkness covers all the plain.

No more the ivy-crowned oak

Refounds beneath the wood-man's ftroke.
Now Silence holds her folemn fway;

Mute is each bush, and ev'ry spray :

Nought but the found of murm'ring rills is heard, Or from the mould'ring tow'r, NIGHT's folitary bird.