For when thy folding-star arising shows
His paly circlet, as his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who flept in buds the day,
And many a Nymph who wreath her brows with fedge,
And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still,
The penfive Pleasures sweet
Prepare thy fhadowy car.
Then let me rove fome wild and heathy scene,
Or find fome ruin 'midst its dreary dells,
Whofe walls more awful nod
By thy religious gleams.
Or if chill-bluftring winds, or driving rain,
Prevent thy willing feet, be mine the hut,
That from the mountain's fide,
Views wilds, and fwelling floods,
And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd fpires,
And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw
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, Or Winter, yelling thro' the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes:
So long regardful of thy quiet rule,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, fmiling Peace, Thy gentleft influence own,
And love thy favourite name!
ODE TO PEACE
THOU, who bad' thy turtles bear Swift from his grafp 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'st 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, Goddess sweet,
Lies stretch'd on earth to kiss thy feet,
And own thy holier reign.
Let others court thy transient 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!
AREWELL, for clearer ken defign'd;
The dim-discover'd tracts of mind:
Truths which, from action's path retir'd,
My filent fearch in vain requir'd!
No more my fail that deep explores,
No more I search those magic shores,
What regions part the world of foul,
Or whence thy ftreams, Opinion, roll:
If e'er I round fuch Fairy field,
Some power impart the fpear and shield,
At which the wizzard Paffions fly,
By which the giant Follies die!
Farewell the porch, whofe roof is feen,
Arch'd with th' enlivening olive's green:
Where Science, prank'd in tissued vest,
By Reason, Pride, and Fancy drest,
Comes like a bride, so trim array'd,
To wed with Doubt in Plato's fhade!
Youth of the quick uncheated fight,
Thy walks, Obfervance, 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'st 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 shifting image view!
Till meddling Art's officious lore,
Reverse the lessons taught before,
Alluring from a fairer rule,
To dream in her enchanted school;
Thou, heaven, whate'er of great we boat,
Haft bleft this focial fcience most.
Retiring hence to thoughtful cell,
As Fancy breathes her potent spell,
Not vain fhe finds the charmful task,
In pageant quaint, in motley mask,
Behold, before her mufing eyes,
The countless Manners round her rise;
While ever varying as they pass,
To fome Contempt applies her glass:
With these the white-rob'd Maids combine,
And those the laughing Satyrs join!
But who is he whom now fhe views,
In robe of wild contending hues?
Thou by the paffions nurs'd; I greet
The comic fock that binds thy feet!
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