"Longa eft injuria, longæ "Ambages; fed fumma fequar faftigia rerum." Virg. HOW have we wander'd a long difinal night, Led through blind paths by each deluding light! Now plung'd in mire, now by sharp brambles torn, With tempefts beat, and to the winds a fcorn! Loft, weary'd, fpent! but fee the Eastern star And glimmering light dawns kindly from afar : Bright goddess, hail! while we by thee survey The various errors of our painful way; While, guided by fome clew of heavenly thread, The labyrinth perplex'd we backward tread, Through rulers' avarice, pride, ambition, hate, Perverfe cabals, and winding turns of state, The fenate's rage, and all the crooked lines As, after Winter, Spring's glad face appears, What shouts, what triumph, what unruly joy, Of fo erect a mind, and foul fo great! No danger threatening from the peaceful tide; Να No diminution to his honour thought, T'enjoy the pleasure of the calm he brought. Byrfa his name, bred at the wrangling bar, He now fets up for kinfman of the throne; *Earl of Clarendon. G 3 And |