194 No!---The contending nations sung his praise; Exert their most triumphant lays, No thought too great, no diction too sublime. No diminution can receive; Thou, mighty man! art still the same, Thy purer gold eludes the flame; This fiery trial makes thy virtue shine, And persecution crowns thy brows with rays divine. Of all our cares, and prop the state? O best deserving Chief! and therefore best belov'd? III. To your own Blenheim's blissful seat A gift unequal to that hero's worth 80 Who from the peaceful Thames led our bold Britons To free the Danube and the Rhine; Who by the thunder of his arms Shook the proud Rhone with loud alarms, [forth 91 And rais'd a tempest in the trembling Seine. After the long fatigues of war Repose your envy'd virtues here; Enjoy, my Lord, the sweet repast A pleasure that shall ever last, The mighty comfort that proceeds From the just sense of virtuous deeds; 100 Content with endless fame, contemn the meaner Pomona calls and Pan invites To rural pleasures, chaste delights; [spoils. The orange and the citron grove Will by your hand alone improve; And wait your presence to revive the year. Laugh at the vulgar's senseless hate, The politician's vain deceit, The fawning knave, the proud ingrate. Revolve in your capacious breast The various unforeseen events, And unexpected accidents 110 That change the flatt'ring scene, and overturn the Frail are our hopes, and short the date Of grandeur's transitory state. Corinthian brass shall melt away, And Parian marble shall decay: The vast Colossus, that on either shore Arts and artificers shall die, And in one common ruin lie. [great. 120 Behold your own majestic palace rise The gilded globes, the pointed spires; Yet Vulcan's spite, or angry Jove, Its painted glories soon efface, 130 Divide the pond'rous roof, and shake the solid base. Material structures must submit to Fate; But virtue, which alone is truly great, Virtue like your's, my Lord, shall be No foreign force, nor factious rage, Time shall mysterious truths declare, In glorious actions, in a glorious cause, Deserving, yet retiring, from applause, 149 150 Can claim in freeborn souls a just esteem, Rever'd by late posterity, The hero's pattern and the poet's theme. 155 ODE, OCCASIONED BY THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH'S YE Pow'rs who rule the boundless deep, Propitious hear Britannia's pray'r; 10 On your glad waves, proud of the glorious load," Thro' these your wat'ry realms in yearly triumph rodę. To winds and seas, distress'd, he flies, From storms at land, and faction's spite: Tho' the more fickle crowd denies, The winds, the seas, shall do his virtue right. Be hush'd, ye Winds! be still, ye Seas! And in your rocky caverns rest; Let all be calm as the great hero's breast. Here no unruly passions reign, Nor servile fear nor proud disdain, Each wilder lust is banish'd hence, Where gentle Love presides, and mild benevolence, Conscious honour still supplies Friendly hope and peace of mind, Such as dying martyrs find. Serene within, no guilt he knows, While all his wrongs sit heavy on his foes, II. Say, Muse! what hero shall I sing, What great example bring, To parallel this mighty wrong, And with his graceful woes adorn my song? Before the haughty Persian's throne? 20 30 40 |