Stourus, whose stream, prolific as it glides, There beauteous Orwell meets his fond embrace; 25 30 35 } Of broider'd arms, and heraldry display'd: 40 45 (By turns they fink below, by turns they mount the fkies) : "And muft, fhe faid "Then paus'd, and drew a sigh of anxious love; "Muft my dear lord this faithlefs ocean prove ; 50 "Efcap'd "Efcap'd the chance of war, and fraud of foes, "Wilt thou to warring waves thy facred life expofe; "Why am I thus divided by the fea, "From all the world, and all the world in thee? "Could fighs and tears the rage of tempefts bind, 59 “With tears I'd bribe the seas, with fighs the wind : Soft-fighing gales thy canvas should inspire ; "But hence, ye boisterous ftorms! far hence retire "To inland woods; there your mad powers appease, "And scour the dufty plains, or ftrip the foreft trees; 60 "Or lodg'd in hollow rocks profoundly fleep, "And reft from the loud labours of the deep! "Why should I fear?. -If heroes be the care 70 "Of heaven above, and heaven inclines to prayer, "Thou fail'ft fecure; my fons with lifted eyes, 65 "And pious vows, for thee have gain'd the skies. "Come then, my much-lov'd lord! No more th'alarms "Of wasteful war require thee from my arms. "Thy fword gives plenteous peace; but without thee, "Peace has no charms, and plenty 's poverty: "At length enjoy, for whom you've fought, the queen "Of islands, bright, majestic, and ferene! "Unveil'd from clouds, which did her form disguise, "And hid a thoufand beauties from thy eyes. "A thousand treasures unfurvey'd invite "Their lord to various fcenes of new delight. "Come fee the dower I brought! My fpacious downs, "My numerous counties, and my ancient towns; "Landskips of rifing mountains, fhaggy woods, "Green vallies, smiling meadows, filver floods, 75 80 "And "And plains with lowing herds enrich'd around, "The hills with flocks, the flocks with fleeces crown'd. "All these with native wealth thy power maintain, "And bloom with bleffings of thy easy reign. "Hafte, hoift thy fails! and through the foamy "brine, "Rush to my arms! henceforth be wholly mine; "After nine toil fome years, let flaughter ceafe, "And flourish now fecure, in the foft arts of peace!" She faid; th' intreated winds her accents bore, And wing'd the meffage to the Belgic shore. The pious hero heard, nor could delay To meet the lovely voice, that fummon'd him away; The lovely voice, whofe foft-complaining charms Before had call'd the fuccour of his arms, 90 Nor call'd in vain; when fir'd with generous rage 95 Like Jove with awful thunder in his hand, And now once more embark'd, propitious gales 105 So So WILLIAM's rays, by turns, two nations chear; 110 Forfaken Belgia, ere the ship withdrew, Shed generous tears, and breath'd this foft adieu; "Since empire calls thee, and a glorious throne, "Thy people's weighty interefts, and thy own; (Though ftruggling love would fain perfuade thy ftay) 115 "Go, where thy better fortune leads the way! "Mean while my lofs, allow me to complain, “And wish—ah no! that partial with were vain. "Though honour'd Crete had nurs'd the thundering "God, "Crete was not always bleft with his abode; "Nor was it fit, that WILLIAM's godlike mind, 110 "For nations born, fhould be to One confin'd. "This only grant, fince I must afk no more, "Revisit once again your native shore ! "That hope my forrows fhall beguile; and thou, "My happy rival! wilt that hope allow; “'Tis all th' enjoyment, fate has left me now. "So may't thou, fair Britannia! ever be "Firm to thy fovereign's love, and his to thee! "While widow'd I"There rifing fighs reprefs'd Her fainting voice, and ftifled-in the reft. 130 Now, while the bounding vessel drives before The gufty gales, and leaves the leffening fhore, Behold the parting clouds to distance fly, 125 And golden glories, pouring from on high One One fhooting beam, like lightning doubly bright, Like Pallas marching to th' awaken'd war! 140 A temper'd blade, that spreads a formidable blaze. 145 For nothing fcapes thy view; to thee 'tis given, 150 A rock there lies, in depth of fea profound; And wreathes the fhells of fish a thousand ways, 155 And, |