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And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires,
And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all

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,
Or Winter, yelling thro' the troublous air,
Affrights thy fhrinking train,

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,
His fullen fhrines to burn:

But thou, who hear'ft the turning spheres,
What founds may charm thy partial ears,
And gain thy bleft return!

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,
But come to grace thy western isle,
By warlike Honour led!

And, while around her ports rejoice,
While all her fons adore thy choice,

With him for ever wed!

THE MANNERS. AN ODE.

Arewell, for clearer ken defign'd;

The dim difcover'd tracts of mind:
Truths which, from action's paths retir❜d,
My filent fearch in vain requir'd!
No more my fail that deep explores,
No more I fearch those magic fhores,
What regions part the world of foul,
Or whence thy streams, Opinion, roll:
If e'er I round fuch Fairy field,

Some power impart the spear and fhield,
At which the wizzard Paffions fly,
By which the giant Follies die!

Farewell the porch, whose roof is seen,
Arch'd with th' enlivening olive's green:
Where Science, prank'd in tissued vest,
By Reafon, Pride, and Fancy dreft,
Comes like a bride, fo trim array'd,
To wed with Doubt in Plato's fhade!

Youth

Youth of the quick uncheated fight,
Thy walks, Observance, more invite!
O thou, who lov'ft that ampler range,
Where life's wide profpects round thee change,
And,, with her mingled fons allied,
Throw'ft the prattling page afide:

To me in converse sweet impart,
To read in man the native heart,
To learn, where Science fure is found,
From Nature as fhe lives around:
And gazing oft her mirror true,
By turns each fhifting image view!
Till meddling Art's officious lore,
Reverse the leffons taught before,
Alluring from a fafer rule,

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,

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