Well as I can my tedious part I bear, And wait for my difmiffion without fear JOD VA An Addrefs of the STATUES at STOWE, to Lord COBHAM, on his Return to his Gardens. F ROM every Muse and every art thy own, Thy bow'rs our theatres, thy mind our throne !.. Hail to thy virtues manumiz'd from ftate Hail to thy leifure to be wifely great. Fetter'd by duties and to forms enflav'd, How timely have thy years a remnant fav'd! So Scipio (Carthage fall'n) refign'd his plume, O greatly bless'd! whose evening fweeteft fhines, Wan'd from hot noon-tide and a troubled sky, Divides Divides life well: the largest part, long known Through the dark throng difcern huge flaves of pride Thwarted and push'd and lab'ring into name, And lop th' exub'rance of fome ftraggling spray; And from the bursting bubbles fhade thy fight. Yet where thou fhin'ft, like heav'n behind a cloud, Moving like light, all piercing, though not loud; The Muse fhall find thee in thy bleft retreat, And breathe this honeft wifh at Cobham's feet: Fresh as thy lakes, may all thy pleasures flow! And breezy like thy groves, thy paffions blow! Wide as thy fancy, be thy spreading praise ! And long and lovely as thy walks, thy days! An L ET others hail the rifing fun, I bow to that whofe courfe is run, Whose rays benignant blefs'd this ifle, No bounty paft provokes my praise, I catch th' alarm from Britain's fears, And join a nation's woe. POPE. See See as you pass the crowded street, If thus each Briton be alarm'd, By Nature's dearest tyes poffefs'd The Hufband, Father, Friend! What! mute ye bards? no mournful verfe, To crown the good and just? Your flowers in warmer regions bloom, No laurels from the duft. When pow'r departed with his breath, Such infects fwarm at noon. Not Not for herself my Mufe is griev'd, She never nor e'er receiv'd, One ministerial boon. Hath fome peculiar ftrange offence, Uncheck'd by fhame, unaw'd by dread, The evil angel stalks at large, The good fubmits, refigns his charge, The fame fad morn to church and state, (So for our fins 'twas fix'd by fate) A double stroke was giv'n; The 6th of March, 1754, was remarkable for the publication of the works of a late Lord, and the death of Mr. Pelham. Black |