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Back to her native sky,

And with directed eagle eye
Pervade the lofty spheres, and view the blazing fun.

II. 1.
But hark! o'er all the flower-enamellid ground

What music breathes around!'.
I fee, I see the virgin train

Unlock their streams again,
Rolling to many a vale their liquid lapse along,

While at the warbled fong
Which holds entranc'd Attention's wakeful ear,
Broke are the magic bands of iron Neep.
Love, wayward child, oft wont to weep,

In tears his robe to steep
Forgets ; and Care that counts his store,

Now thinks each mighty business o'er ;
While sits on ruin'd cities, war's wide-wasting glory,

Ambition, ceasing the proud pile to rear,
And sighs; unfinish'd leaving half her ample story.

. II. 2.
Then once more, sweet enthusiast, happy lyre,
Thy foothing folace deign awhile to bring.

I ftrive to catch the facred fire,


And wake thee emulous on Granta's plain,
Where all the Muses haunt his hallow'd spring,

And where the Graces thun the fordid train Scornfulof heav'n-born arts which thee and peace inspire: On life's sequester'd scenes they silent wait,

Nor heed the baseless pomp of power,
Nor shining dreams that crowd at Fortune's gate ;

But smooth th' inevitable hour .
Of pain, which man is doom'd to know,

And teach the mortal mind to glow
With pleasures plac'd beyond the shaft of Fate.

II. 3. i
But, alas ! th' amusive reed
Ill suits the lyre that asks a master's hand,

And fond fancies vainly feed
A breast that life's more active scenes demand.

Sloth ignoble to disclaim i

"Tis enough: the lyre unftring. At other feet the victor palm I Aing .

In Granta's glorious fhrine ; . Where crown'd with radiance divine Her smiles shall nurse the Muse; the Muse shall lift her


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UEEN of each sacred found, sweet child of air,

Who fitting thron'd upon the vaulted sky,
Doft catch the notes which undulating fly,
Oft wafted up to thy exalted sphere,
On the soft bofom of each rolling cloud,

-: Charming thy lift'ning ear.
With strains that bid the panting lover die ;
Or laughing mirth, or tender grief inspire,

Or with full chorus loud ..., Which lift our holy hope, or fan the hero's fire: . Enchanting Harmony, 'tis thine to cheer :

The foul by woe which links oppreft, . .

From forrow's eye to wipe the tear, And on the bleeding wound to pour the balmy rest.

II. 'Twas II.

'Twas when the winds were roaring loud,
And Oceán swell'd his billows high,

By savage hands condemnd to die,
Rais'd on the stem the trembling Lesbian stood;

All pale he heard the tempest blow,
As on the watry grave below

He fix'd his weeping eye.
Ah! hateful luft of impious gold,

What can thy mighty rage withhold,
Deaf to the melting powers of Harmony !

But ere the bard unpitied dies,
Again his foothing art he tries,

Again he sweeps the strings,

Slowly fad the notes arise,
While thus in plaintive sounds the sweet musician sings.

From beneath the coral cave

Circled with the silver wave,
Where with wreaths of emerald crown'd .
Ye lead the festive dance around,
Daughters of Venus, hear, and fave.

Ye Tritons, hear, whose blaft can swell "With mighty sounds the twisted fhell;


And you, ye sifter Syrens, hear,

Ever beauteous, ever sweet, '. '
Who lull the liftning pilot's ear
With magic fong, and softly breath'd deceit.

By all the Gods who subject roll
From gushing urns their tribute to the main,

By him who bids the winds to roar,

By him whose trident shakes the shore,
If e'er for you I raise the facred strain
When pious mariners your power adore,
Daughters of Nereus, hear and save.

He sung, and from the coral cave,
Circled with the silver wave,

With pitying ear

The Nereids hear.
Gently the waters flowing,
The winds now ceas'd their blowing,
In filencé listening to his tuneful lay.
Around the bark's fea-beaten fide,

The sacred dolphin play'd, .'
And sportive dash'd the briny tide :
The joyous omen soon the bard survey'd,
Nor fear’d with bolder leap to try the watry way.


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