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But when fuperior Neptune leaves his bed,
His trident fhakes, and fhews his awful head;
The madding winds are hufh'd, the tempefts ceafe,
And every rolling furge refides in peace.
And now the facred leaf a landskip wears,
Where, heaven ferene, and air unmov'd appears.
The rofe and lily paint the verdant plains,
And palm and olive shade the fylvan scenes.
The peaceful Thames beneath his banks abides,
And foft, and ftill, the filver furface glides.
The Zephyrs fan the fields, the whispering breeze
With fragrant breath remurmurs through the trees.
The warbling birds, applauding new-born light,
In wanton meafures wing their airy flight.
Above the floods the finny race repair,
And bound aloft, and bask in upper air;
They gild their scaly backs in Phoebus' beams,
And fcorn to fkim the level of the ftreams.
Whole Nature wears a gay and joyous face,
And blooms and ripens with the fruits of peace.
No more the labouring hind regrets his toil,
But chearfully manures the grateful foil;
Secure the glebe a plenteous crop will yield,
And golden Ceres grace the waving field.
Th' adventurous man, who durft the deep explore,
Oppofe the winds, and tempt the fhelfy fhore,
Beneath his roof now taftes unbroken reft,
Enough with native wealth and plenty bleft.
No more the forward youth purfues alarms,
Nor leaves the facred arts for ftubborn arms.
No more the mothers from their hopes are torn,
Nor weeping maids the promis'd lover mourn.
No more the widows' fhrieks, and orphans' cries,
Torment the patient air, and pierce the skies;
But peaceful joys the profperous times afford,
And banish'd virtue is again restor❜d.
And he whofe arms alone fuftain'd the toil,
And propp'd the nodding frame of Britain's ifle;
By whose illustrious deeds, her leaders fir'd,
Have honours loft retriev'd, and new acquir'd,
With equal fway will virtue's laws maintain,
And good, as great, in awful peace shall reign;
For his example still the rule fhall give,
And thofe it taught to conquer, teach to live.
Proceeding on, the Father still unfolds
Succeeding leaves, and brighter still beholds;
The latest feen the fairest seems to shine,
Yet fudden does to one more fair refign.
Th' Eternal paus'd-
Nor would Britannia's fate beyond explore;
Enough he faw befides the coming ftore.
Enough the hero had already done,
And round the wide extent of glory run :
Nor further now the fhining path pursues,
But like the fun the fame bright race renews.
And shall remorfelefs Fates on him have power!
Or Time unequally fuch worth devour!
Then, wherefore fhall the brave for fame contest?
Why is this man distinguish'd from the reft?
Whose foaring genius now fublime afpires,
And deathlefs fame the due reward requires.
Approving Heaven th' exalted virtue views,
Nor can the claim which it approves refufe.
The great Creator foon the grant refolves,
And in his mighty mind the means revolves.
He thought; nor doubted once, again to chufe,
But fpake the word, and made th' immortal Muse,
Ne'er did his power produce so bright a child,
On whofe creation infant Nature fmil'd.
Perfect at firft, a finish'd form fhe wears,
And youth perpetual in her face appears.
Th' affembled gods, who long expecting staid,
With new delight gaze on the lovely maid,
And think the wifh'd-for world was well delay'd.
Nor did the fire himself his joy disguise,
But ftedfast view'd, and fix'd, and fed his eyes,
Intent a space, at length he filence broke,
And thus the god the heavenly fair bespoke.
"To thee, immortal Maid, from this blefs'd hour, "O'er Time and Fame, I give unbounded power, "Thou from Oblivion fhalt the hero fave; "Shalt rife, revive, immortalize the brave. "To thee, the Dardan Prince fhall owe his fame; "To thee, the Cæfars their eternal name.
Eliza, fung by thee with Fate fhall strive, "And long as Time in facred verfe furvive. "And yet, O Mufe, remains the nobleft theme; "The firft of men, mature for endless fame,
Thy future fongs fhall grace, and all thy lays, "Thenceforth, alone fhall wait on William's praise. "On his heroic deeds thy verfe fhall rife;
"Thou fhalt diffufe the fires that he supplies.
Through him thy fongs fhall more fublime aspire ; "And he, through them, fhall deathlefs fame acquire: "Nor Time nor Fate his glory fhall oppose, "Or blaft the monuments the Mufe beftows." This faid; no more remain'd.
Again impatient crowd the cryftal.coaft.
The Father, now, within his fpacious hands,
Encompass'd all the mingled mafs of feas and lands;
And, having heav'd aloft the ponderous fphere,
He launch'd the world to float in ambient air.
ON MRS. ARABELLA HUNT, SINGING.
ET all be hufh'd, each fofteft motion cease, Be every loud tumultuous thought at peace, And every ruder gasp of breath
Be calm, as in the arms of death.
And thou, moft fickle, most uneafy part,
Thou reftlefs wanderer, my heart,
Be ftill; gently, ah leave,
Thou bufy, idle thing, to heave.
Stir not a pulse; and let
That turbulent, unruly flood,
Be foftly stay'd:
Let me be all, but my attention, dead.
Go, reft, unneceffary fprings of life,
Leave your officious toil and ftrife;
For I would hear her voice, and try
If it be poffible to die.
Come, all ye love-fick maids and wounded swains,
And liften to her healing ftrains.
A wondrous balm between her lips fhe wears,
Of fovereign force to foften cares ;
And this through every ear the can impart,
(By tuneful breath diffus'd) to every heart.
Swiftly the gentle charmer flies,
And to the tender grief foft air applies,
Which, warbling mystic sounds,
Cements the bleeding panter's wounds,
But ah! beware of clamorous moan:
Let no unpleafing murmur, or harsh groan,
Your flighted loves declare :
very tendereft moving fighs forbear, For even they will be too boisterous here. Hither let nought but facred Silence come,
And let all faucy praise be dumb.
And lo! Silence himfelf is here;
Methinks I fee the midnight god appear,
In all his downy pomp array'd,
Behold the reverend fhade:
An ancient figh he fits upon,