And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil. While Spring fhall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing treffes, meekeft Eve! While Summer loves to fport Beneath thy lingering light: While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, And rudely rends thy robes: So long regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentleft influence own, And love thy favourite name! ODE TO PEACE. Thou, who b.d'ft thy turtles bear Swift from his grasp thy golden hair, And fought'ft thy native skies: When War, by vultures drawn from far, To Britain bent his iron car, And bad his storms arife! Tir'd of his rude tyrannic sway, Our youth fhall fix fome feftive day, But thou, who hear'ft the turning spheres, O Peace, thy injur'd robes up-bind! O rife, and leave not one behind Of all thy beamy train: The British lion, Goddefs fweet, Lies stretch'd on earth to kifs thy feet, And own thy holier reign. Let Let others court thy tranfient smile, And, while around her ports rejoice, With him for ever wed! THE MANNERS. AN ODE. Arewell, for clearer ken defign'd; The dim difcover'd tracts of mind: Some power impart the spear and fhield, Farewell the porch, whose roof is seen, Youth Youth of the quick uncheated fight, To me in converse sweet impart, To dream in her enchanted school; Thou, heaven, whate'er of great we boast, Haft bleft this focial science moft. Retiring hence to thoughtful cell, As Fancy breathes her potent fpell, |