I. 2. Ö nurfe of freedom, Albion, fay, Than that where truth, by Hoadly's aid, To him the Teacher blefs'd Who fent religion, from the palmy field By Jordan, like the morn to cheer the west, And lifted up the veil which heaven from earth conceal'd, To Hoadly thus He utter'd his behest: "Go thou, and rescue my dishonour'd law "From hands rapacious and from tongues impure: "Let not my peaceful name be made a lure "The fnares of favage tyranny to aid: "Let not my words be impious chains to draw "The free-born foul, in more than brutal awe, "To faith without affent, allegiance unrepaid." II. t. No II. 1. No cold nor unperforming hand Was arm'd by heaven with this command. II. 2. Then drew the lawgivers around, Sires of the Græcian name renown'd) And listening afk'd, and wondering knew, What private force could thus fubdue From the dread bonds of many an age, And to new habits mould the public mind. Mr. Locke died in 1704, when Mr. Hoadly was beginning to diftinguish himself in the caufe of civil and religious liberty: Lord Godolphin in 1712, when the doctrines of the Jacobite faction were chiefly favoured by thofe in power: Lord Somers in 1716, amid the practices of the nonjuring clergy against the proteftant establishment; and lord Stanhope in 1721, during the controverfy with the lower houfe of convocation. II. 3. For not a conqueror's fword, Nor the strong powers to civil founders known, To freedom) freedom too for others fought. Could longer guard from reason's warfare fage; Nor fynods by the papal Genius taught, But where shall recompence be found? For look on life's laborious scene: What rugged spaces lie between And her triumphal throne! The shade Wears the bright heroine her expected spoils. III. 2. Yet III. 2. Yet born to conquer is her power: We 'attend thy reverend length of days, And hail Thee in our public ways III. 3. While thus our vows prolong Thy steps on earth, and when by us refign'd Thou join'ft thy seniors, that heroic throng Who refcu'd or preferv'd the rights of human kind, O! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue Thee ftill, her friend and benefactor, name: O! never, Hoadly, in thy country's eyes, May impious gold, or pleasure's gaudy prize, Make public virtue, public freedom vile; Nor our own manners tempt us to disclaim That heritage, our nobleft wealth and fame, Which thou haft kept intire from force and factious C 3 [guile. INSCRIP INSCRIPTIONS. T By the Same. I. For a GROTTO. O me, whom in their lays the fhepherds call Actæa, daughter of the neighbouring stream, This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine, Which o'er the rocky entrance downward fhoot, Were plac'd by Glycon. He with cowflips pale Primrose, and purple Lychnis, deck'd the green Before my threshold, and my shelving walls With honeysuckle cover'd. Here at noon, Lull'd by the murmur of my rifing fount, I flumber here my clustering fruits I tend ; Or from the humid flowers, at break of day, Fresh garlands weave, and chace from all my bounds Each thing impure or noxious. Enter-in, O ftranger, undifmay'd. nor bat nor toad |