Whose numbers ftealing thro' thy darkning vale, As mufing flow, I hail Thy genial lov'd return! For when thy folding-ftar arifing shows And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with fedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The penfive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy fhadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy fcene, Whofe walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or Or if chill bluftring winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, Views wilds, and fwelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd fpires. The gradual dusky veil. While Spring fhall pour his fhowers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing treffes, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light: While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, And rudely rends thy robes: So long regardful of thy quiet rule, Thy gentleft influence own, And love thy favourite name! ODE ODE TO PEACE. Thou, who bad'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 ftorms arife! Tir'd of his rude tyrannic fway, Our youth shall fix some festive day, His fullen fhrines to burn: But thou, who hear'ft the turning spheres, O Peace, thy injur'd robes up-bind! Of all thy beamy train; The British lion, Goddefs fweet, Lies ftretch'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, THE THE MANNERS. AN ODE. Arewell, for clearer ken defign'd; FAre · The dim-difcover'd tracts of mind: Some power impart the fpear and shield, Farewell the porch, whose roof is seen, To wed with Doubt in Plato's fhade! Youth |