And with directed eagle eye

Pervade the lofty spheres, and view the blazing fun.

II. 1.

But hark! o'er all the flower-enamell'd ground

What mufic breathes around!

I fee, I fee the virgin train

Unlock their streams again,

Rolling to many a vale their liquid lapfe along,
While at the warbled fong

Which holds entranc'd Attention's wakeful ear,
Broke are the magic bands of iron sleep.
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 fits on ruin'd cities, war's wide-wafting glory,
Ambition, ceafing the proud pile to rear,
And fighs; unfinish'd leaving half her ample story.
II. 2.

Then once more, fweet enthufiaft, happy lyre,

Thy foothing folace deign awhile to bring.

I ftrive to catch the facred fire,

And

And wake thee emulous on Granta's plain, Where all the Muses haunt his hallow'd spring, And where the Graces fhun the fordid train Scornful of heav'n-born arts which thee and peace inspire: On life's fequefter'd fcenes they filent wait,

Nor heed the baseless pomp of power,

Nor fhining dreams that crowd at Fortune's gate;
But fmooth 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.

But, alas!th' amufive reed

Ill fuits the lyre that afks a mafter's hand,
And fond fancies vainly feed

A breast that life's more active scenes demand.
Sloth ignoble to disclaim

Tis enough : the lyre unftring.

At other feet the victor palm I fling

In Granta's glorious fhrine;

Where crown'd with radiance divine

Her fmiles fhall nurse the Mufe; the Muse shall lift her

[fame.

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A RIO N, an OD E.

By the Same.

I.

UEEN of each facred found, fweet 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 foft bofom of each rolling cloud,
Charming thy list'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 finks 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 Ocean fwell'd his billows high,

By favage hands condemn'd to die,

Rais'd on the stem the trembling Lesbian stood; All pale he heard the tempeft blow,

As on the watry grave below

He fix'd his weeping eyę.

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 founds the sweet musician fings.

III.

From beneath the coral cave

Circled with the filver 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 founds the twisted shell;

And

And you, ye fifter Syrens, hear,
Ever beauteous, ever sweet,

Who lull the lift'ning pilot's ear
With magic fong, and foftly 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 sacred strain When pious mariners your power adore, Daughters of Nereus, hear and fave. IV.

He fung, and from the coral cave,

Circled with the filver wave,

With pitying ear

The Nereids hear.

Gently the waters flowing,

The winds now ceas'd their blowing,

In filence liftening to his tuneful lay.

Around the bark's fea-beaten fide,

The facred dolphin play'd,

And sportive dafh'd the briny tide:

The joyous omen foon the bard furvey'd,

Nor fear'd with bolder leap to try the watry way.