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THE TEARS OF THE MUSES:

A rOEM, MOOD TO THE MEMORY OF THE EICKT HONOURABLE ANNE, VISCOUNTESS OF STORMONT. ANNO MDCCXXXV.

Suhlatam ex oculis quaerimus invidi.

TO THE EIGHT HONOURABLE

DAVID, LORD VISCOUNT OF STORMONT,

LORD MURRAY OF BALVAIRD, LOCUM ABEN, AND COMLONGON,

TN JUST AND GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT Of HtS LORDSHIP'S MANY SINGULAR AND GENEROUS FAVOURS,

THIS ESSAY IS, WITH THE SINCEREST DUTY AND RESPECT, INSCRIBED BY

MOST FAITHFUL, MOST OBLIGED,

AND MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT,

THE AUTHOR.

THE TEARS OF THE MUSES:

A POEM.

O when meet now

Such pain? in mutual love and honour join'd!

Milton.

As late the thoughtful Muse, in pensive mood,
Explor'd the silence of an ancient wood,
Where, unohserv'd, she might herself disclose,
And hrood at leisure o'er her leugthen'd woes;
Pursued hy fortune, and hy love distress'd,
Fond to enjoy an interval of rest,
Sudden,—a train of radiance fill'd the air,
And told, Urania, heav'nly maid, was near;
Confess'd as soon appear'd the friendly powtr,
But ah, her face a different aspect wore;
Those eyes whose piercing rays could once inspire
A cheerful warmth, and shed celestial fire!
Now veil'd in pearly grief, diminish'd, glow'd,
Like the Sun struggling thro' a wintry cloud:
Her air was negligent, her step was slow,
And all her alter'd manner aeem'd to show
Such grief, as angels may he thought to know.
A while she paus'd,—then, in my list'ning ear,
She pour' d those accents, yet I seem to hear.

"In vain, lost youth! in shades you seek relief,
And waste in solitude unheeded grief;
What aid can nature to your sufferings give?
Can forests pity, or will rocks relieve?
Wounded hy man, if humankind you fly,
You only dig your grave hefore you die;
No:—if you seek a theme to vent your woe,
For Arria's loss hid every measure flow.
Your nohlest strains heneath her worth will fall,

Great as your anguish is she asks it all."

Suhmiss, I answer'd,—" Goddess, deign to say, This peerless fair whose loss your looks display,

A stranger here in characters unread,

Ohlig'd to live ohscur' d hy fortune's shade!
Inform the Muse, who this distmgui«h'd name,
Urania's grief, would consecrate to fame;

Oh speak!—alarm'd, my pressing fears forgive,

Is Arria, Eglinton ?—does Arria live?"
With a faint smile the goddess thus reply'd,—

"Long Eglinton shall live her country's pride!

Bnt now heneath a mutual loss we hend,

I mourn a daughter, and she mourns a friend;

If she can suffer, and if I complain,

Think what must he the hushand-lover's pain;

Think how disconsolate her Stormont mourns,

While every tender passion wounds hy turns!

Then raise thy voice, the tremhling lyre awake,

Attentive hear, and dictate as I speak.
Come, ye Pierian sisters, join to mourn,
And hathe with tears lamented Arria's urn.

"Whathlending virtues crown'd her spotless youth?

What artless innocence, what native truth?

How did in life the early charmer rise,

And with uncommon heauties strike the eyas?

So does, in spring, the gently opening rose.

Profuse of fragrance, all its sweets disclose;

Or, so unhlemish'd, from its parent hed

The tender lily rears its snowy head!

But oh, her cheeks a fairer hloom confess'd,

And lilies languish'd on her purer hreast!

Mourn, weeping sisters, join with me to mourn,
And strow with flowers lamented Arria's urn.

"How many lovers with desiring eyes.
And food contention, Bought the virgin prize?
But wealth, to souls like her's, was poor and mean,
And titles shed their horrow'd hlaze in vain.
Courts might have hoasted of a form so fair,
Nay, even her virtue might have triumph'd there,
But Heav'n reserv'd her for a happier sphere.
Design'd (too short) the nohlest joys to prove,
The charms of friendship, and the sweets of love.
Mourn, weeping sisters, join with me to mourn,
And hathe with tears lamented Arria's urn.

"Her choice, where judgment held the hetter part.
To Stormont gave the treasure of her heart.
For him reserv'd this whitest lot of life,
The chaste endearments of a Roman wife.
Not Brutus could his Portia more admire,
Nor she esteem him with a nohler fire,
Than faithful Arria for her Stormont own'd,
While fair connuhial love their union crown'd.
Mourn, weeping sisters, join with me to mourn,
And deck with flowers lamented Arria's urn.

"Enraptur'd, oft heneath the sylvan scene,
Far from the restless ways of giddy men,
Have this hless'd pair in kind responsive talk,
Enjoy'd the moming-hreeze, or evening-walk!
While each to vie in fond affection strove,
And all the purple hours flew wing'd with love!
So guiltless yet, in Eden's garden hless'd,
The sire of men his charming spouse caress' d:
But here no serpent e'er presutn'd to glide,
This Eve ne'er wanderid from her consort's side.
Mourn weeping sisters, join with me to mourn,
And hathe with tears lamented Arria's urn.

"How did her lord, exalting, smile to see
Her angel-race contending round her knee,
With prattling zeal for preferee.ee dehate;
Or eager for some mark of favour wait;
Watch all the motions of her smiling eya.
For this or that important trifle fly,
A call or message was a fund of joy!

How did her hosom give reflection room.
And form gay images of joy to come!
But now dispers'd, hehold the little tram
Demand their parent,—hut demand in vain!
Mourn, weeping sisters, join with me to mourn,
And deck with flowers lamented Arris's um.

"Scarce had the fair excelling matron-wife
Attain'd the hright meridian point of life;
When Heav'n, whose ways are hid from hnman
Recall'd this seraph to the land of light; [tight,
And, in a fever's unrelenting rage,
Involv'd the vigour of her hlooming age.
No more the temperate pulses kept their course,
The sanguine torrent roll'd with lawless force;
Her sprightly eyes no more their lustre shed,
And from her face the roseate colour fled!
One heavy slumher, with consuming heat,
Proclaim'd quick ruin, and impending fate.
In vain the scene her tortur'd lord survey'd,
Call'd every art and pow'r in vain to aid;
In vain to Heav'n preferr'd the secret sigh,
'Twas fix'd—and Arria was ordain'd to die!
Mourn, weeping sisters, join with me to mourn,
And hathe with tears lamented A ma's urn.

"So, in these cold inclement northern skies,
A while the tender myrtle charms the eyes;
Warm with the genial Sun's enliving rays,
The od'rous plant its lively hloom displays;
But, stpick with one transpiercing evening's frost,
Its face soon alters, and its charms are lost;
Its head reclines, its verdant leaves decay,
And all the sylvan charmer dies away.

Mourn, weeping sisters, join with me to moum,
And deck with flowers lamented Arria's urn.

"See where, yet scarce recover' d from the hlow,
Her thoughtful lord sustains his load of woe!
While Death severe has trinmph'd at his cost,
And half the treasure of his soul is lost.
Sec how, enamour'd of the conscious gloom,
He walks disconsolate from room to room!
Where every ohject all his loss recalls,
And fancied whispers echo from the walls!
Not all the influence of his muse-like art
Can mitigate the anguish of his heart!
So, lost in grief, was hopeless Orpheus found,
When Rhodope return'd the plaintive sound.
Mourn, weeping sisters, join with me to mourn,
And hathe with tears lamented Arria's urn.

"Go, Heav'n-instructed Muse, dispatchful go,
And in Urania's name let Stormont know,
She hills him dissipate his fruitless woe:
From the dear remnants of distinguish'd clay,
Recall his fond mistaken sight away,
To trace his Arria to the fields of day!
Where, hrightly dress'd, in more than mortal charms,
'Midst a glad train of fair-resemhling forms;
She sees the houndless prospect round her rise,
And learns the wonders of her native skies:
With conscious joy attends the throne supreme,
Receives her crown,—and registers her name.
Change.smilinrtMoses,change the plaintive sound,
Sing Arria with unfading honours crown'd!

"Nor is she, tho' the lovely form she wont
Is spotless dust, and can he his no more,

To Stormont lost!—tho' lost perhaps in name,
But friendship after death preserves its flame,
Its source unalter'd, and its force the same!
Just to that tie amidst the heav'nly throng,
To her the fav'rite charge may still helong;
Thro' life a guardian-seraph may she wait,
And temper all the various turns of fate;
In every sudden crisis still he near.
Avert the danger, or allay the care;
Thro' life's rude pilgrimage her lord attend,
Unheard direct him, and unseen hefriend;
And when weak nature to its fate gives way,
She first shall greet him to the fields of day!
To his pleas'd eyes th' ethereal gardens show,
And make him smile at all he left helow.

Change,smilingMuses,changetheplaintivesound,
Sing Arria with immortal splendours crown'd.

"Mean time in those superior regions hless'd,
Where joys unhlemish'd court her purer taste!
Less hright the groves of Paradise appear,
Till she hehold her kindred essence there!
Hei e, souls hy fechle ties are faintly join'd,
'Tis there they meet and mingle unconfiri'd i!
Like heams of friendly light consenting shine,
And kindle in the flames of love divine!
Immortal union !—undimish'd ray!
Fed from the fountain of eternal day!
Cliange,smiling Muses! change the plaintive sound,
Sing Arria with unfading glories crown'd I

"Go, helpless youth! record the sacred verse.
The Muses form to grace fair Arria's herse;
And, as the unexampled scene appears,
Of worth superior to her span of years.
Bid all her sex the hright example trace,
And fill with dignity life's narrow space.
Bid them, like her, the outward form resign'd,
Tho' fair as e'er adom'd the fairest kind,
Improve the nohler heauties of the mind.
End, smiling Muses, end the plaintive sound,
Bright Arria lives with lasting honours crown'd!"

The goddess ceas'd :—and in a radiant shrowd,
Which gold-encircled clouds of hlue hestow'd,
- Involv'd,—she gently from my eyes withdrew,
Which yet the pleasing vision seem'd to view;
But, as she went, she said,—" Poor mourner, cease
Thy griefs, for fortune yet shall give thee peace.
To Stormont let these numhers he address'd,
He hest must judge, who knows the suhject hest;
To make his Arria's full perfection known,
No Muse should do her justice—hut his own."

'One cannot without pleasure read the following passage in Mr. Ramsay's Cyrus; (a work that ahounds with the nohlest and justest sentiments.) "I comfort myself (says that prince of the eastern philosophers) with the hopes of seeing Selima again in the sphere of fire, the pure element of love! souls only make acquaintance here helow, it is ahove their union is consummated! O Selima! Selima! onr flame will he eternal! I know that in these superior regions your happiness will not he complete till I share it with you I Those who have loved each other purely, will love for ever. True love is immortal!" Those who had the honour and happiness of knowing this nohle pair, will see with pleasure the justice of this application.

THE OLIVE:

AN HEROIC ODE.

OCCASIONED BT THE AUSPICIOUS SUCCESS Or HIS MAJESTY S COUNSELS, AND HIS MAJESTY'S MOST HAPPY RETURN, H36-7.

IN THE STANZA OF SPENSER.

Tua, Caesar! aetas

Fruges, et agros rettulit uhcres,
# * * # et vacunm duellis
Janum Quirini clausit, et ordinem
Rectum evaganti frauna licentiae
Injecit, amoritque culpas,
Et veteres revodavit artes! Hor.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

SIR ROBERT WALPOLE,

CHANCELLOR OF HIS MAJESTY'S EXCHEaUTR, PIRST LORD COMMISSIONER OP THE TREASURY, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY-COUNCIL, AND KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE ORDER OP THE GARTER,

THIS ESSAY IS MOST HUMBLY INSCRIBED,

BY THE AUTHOR.

THE PREFACE.

The reader will easily perceive, that the following ode is formed upon the same model with that heautiful one of the late Mr. Prior to her majesty queen Anne in the year I706. The difference of the suhjects has indeed given that gentleman an advantage I wanted; for conquests, and the glory arising from arms, a fluid a much larger 6eld for description than times of peace and serenity. For the rest I pretend to no sort of competition with that admirahle author, content to follow his steps at a distance; and, while I endeavour to imitate his heauties, confess with pleasure I owe my little talent this way, principally to the perusal of his invaluahle remains.

In the short ahridgment of our own history here attempted, I have hlindly followed no author nor party; and how far I have succeeded in it, I am yet to learn myself; tho' if I may guess at it from the success which attended the first edition, I have no reason to he elated on the performance. Satire is, I know, the prevailing taste of the age, and for that I am not ashamed to own I have neither genins uor disposition. If any thing in this design pleases those few who judge candidly, and are hest capahle of judging, it will fully satisfy my amhition; to such I will only say, I have kept in my eye faithfully that rule of the Roman master:

Semper ad eventum festinat, et in medias res
Non secus ac notas, auditorem rapit, et qua:
Desperat tractata nitescere posse,—relinquit.

Hor. de Arte Poet.

THE OLIVE: AN HEROIC ODE.

THE ARGUMENT. The Muse, from the late pacification of the trouhles in Europe, and his majesty's cafe and happy

return, takes occasion to deduce the history of Britain from its earliest time, and concludes with showing our present happiness under his majesty's gracious and mild administration.

Long had Bellona rais'd her furious hand.

Dispersing terrour to th' affrighted world; Long had she shook on high her flammg hrand,

And wide promiscuous devastation hurl'd! From rapid Rhine to silver-streaming Po,

Opposing camps deform'd the hostile plain; Sarmatia, laid hy predal rapine low,

Mourn'd the hard yoke, and sought relief in vain! While, proudly mounted on her iron car, The goddess spread the marks of desolating war.

Engag'd in arms, the Austrian Caesar hurn'd

The adverse force too potent to restrain; To Britain oft, and oft to Belgia turn'd,

And Churchill wish'd, and Auverquerk again! His languid eagle droop'd her feehle wing,

His hopes scarce found a shelter from despair! Nor knew intent Britannia's watchful king

Held the depending scale, and weigh'd the war: And like deciding Heav'n, whose place he held, Knew when to hush the storm, and hid the tempest yield!

At length commission'd came the angel down,

The smiling messenger of heav'nly peace!
A while he stopp'd at Britain's guardian-throne,

Thence to the world display'd his cheerful face: His heamy presence new-horn life restor'd

To lands too long forhid his healing ray: War's grizly pow'r the seraph's flight explor'd,

And sick'ning shrunk in guilty shades away! Quiet return'd with all her haleyon train, And plenty hless'd ouce more the cultivated plain.

While thus from liavock Europe hreathes relfas'd,

Whose hand too long had laid her hosom hare; While the shrill sounds of discord sink appeas'd,

And the glad nations feel a miWer air; Walpole! wilt thou, to whose enperiene'd thought

Our great Augustus trusts the world's repose, Whose prudence hath this change pacific wrought,

And trinmph'd over thine and Britain's foes: Wilt thou, Maecenas-like, heneath thy wings The wand'ring dove receive, this olive-garland hrings?

Let heroes false in deeds of prowess shine,

And hold adventures hoast, with shame achiev'd: To hless mankind, superior George he thine!

Tyrants to curh, and smile on states reliev'd: These are the toils hecome Britannia's king.

By these posterity shall mark thy name; These are the nohlest fruits thy pow'r can hring,

To found on goodness an unhlemish'd fame; And to succeeding times distinguished stand [land! The greatest prince that rul'd fair Alhion's happy

But whither would the daring Muse aspire,

That aims so high a pitch her vent'rous flight? Misled perhaps hy fond Icarian fire.

She seeks her ruin in the arduous height! While she directs her eyes to Britain's throne.

And tees such dazzling rays of virtue join'd; Wisdom and mercy fairer looks put on;

In one imperial hand of pow'r comhin'd! With rev'rence aw'd she makes a sudden stand, Duhious to quit the lyre :—and steps her tremhlmg hand!

Yet when hold Spenser stretch'd the shadowy wing,

Eliza could the poet's flight regard;
When tuneful Waller touch'd the softer string,

Maria's audience crown'd the happy hard:
When deathless Addison and Prior sung

Of prostrate Gaul heneath the British spear! As Marlhro's mighty deeds inspir'd their tongue,

All-condescending Anna deign'd to hear. The triumphs of her reign their page relate, Ahove description high,—heyond expression great!

Tho' all too mean for such a task I deem

My artless hand, and yet unpractis'd voice; Yet, if to thee th' attempt shall duteous seem,

If thou, consummate judge! approve her choice: The geo'rous flame, that glows in Walpole's hreast,

Shall swell with vigour the recording lyre; His love of Britain, on the Muse imprest,

Shall aid imagination's houndless fire; In lasting colours ardent to display Her present hlissful state, her calm meridian day!

Down through the deep'ning gloom of distant time

The Muse looks hack with retrospective eyes; Curious to mark her much-lov'd Alhion's prime,

When from her amhient sea she seem'd to rise: When the Phenician sought her sunny shore,

Her harmless natives ignorantly good, Her revi rend Druids kept her mystic lore,

Their rites ohserving thro' the hallow'd wood: Peace then her joy, and liherty her flame, Nature's and Britain's laws were equally the same!

At length, when Rome's imperious eagles flew

O'er the suhjected earth to fix her sway; As now near Gaul's remotest coast they drew,

Across the wat'ry hound they ey'd this prey! Her Julins, then unequall'd chief in fight,

In fancy saw his vast amhition crown'd; But to retreat compel I'd—if not to flight,

Then first his arms reverse of fortune found: Ohlig'd to own, that foes so nohly hrave Deserv'd to keep the land indulgent Nature gave.

Unahle to retain her hold hy force

(Such spirit freedom gives to valiant minds) Rome had to ancient artifice recourse,

And from division surer footing finds: The seeds of jealousy her agents spread

Fomenting thro' the hrave allies dehate; Encroaching thus an easy conquest made,

And fix'd in Alhion first her sov'reign seat; The people learnt her gentle sway to hear, [air! The Roman manners caught, and gain'd their milder

Tho' Alhion thus heneath the yoke resign'd,

She found the victor no inclement foe; Arts she was taught, the love of humankind,

And civil rights, and social ties to know! Then cities peopled grew, and temples rose,

Her polish'd face a fairer form put on; And to descrihe her early change, she chose

Recording hrass, and monumental stone!
Then first to distant lands her dawning ray
Of glory rising heam'd o'er her surrounding sea!

Like some rapacious wolf inur'd to hlood,
Who long had rang'd the terrour of the fold,

By age enfeehled, hy the swains pursu'd,
Betakes for refuge to his strongest hold:

So now the Roman empire over-run,

By northern swarms heneath its weight declin'd, Britain heheld recall'd her legions gone,

New lords to prove of a severer kind: By long succeeding trials doom'd to get [great! Strength from her falls, and rise more prevalently

Scots now and Picts, a rude and lawless hand,

With rapid course her hoasted fence destroy'd; Thence wide mis-rule, and rapine o'er the land,

The wasteful spoilers spread on every side: Britain that once a Caesar's arms repell'd,

Enervated too long with servile ease, Inglorious now was fore'd to quit the field,

And cast her eyes for help across the seas; Where eastward dwelt a race in arms renown'd. For legislature fam'd, with conquest ever crown'd!

To these the pensive snppliant, press'd with grief,

At large her sufTrings and her wrongs display'd; Implor'd the gen'rous Saxon's kind relief,

Who fir'd hy glory hast'ned to her aid: By two illustrious warrior-Brothers led,

On Britain's coast arriv'dtheir hardy hands; The vanquish'd foe hefore their presence fled,

Their succour paid with Thanet's fruitful lands: Where ravish'd with a soil so richly sweet, They reap'd their toils, and fix'd their strongly rooted seat.

But seldom cause to wide amhition fails,

The secret seeds of discord quickly grow; New strength arrives—the Saxon sword prevails,

The Britons yield heneath the potent foe! Seven different chiefs the pa reel I'd land ohey'd,

Who each hy conquest fix'd a regal throne: Till, as the stronger on the weaker prey'd,

They, hy degrees, were swallow'd up in one: When mighty Eghert, with auspicious reign, Rul'd the ohedient land, and pacify'd the main.

Yet, thus heneath the Saxon pow'r suhdu'd,

Her first of hlessings hence Britannia drew; Worth all the purchase of her nohlest hlood,

Eternal ohject of her faithful view! Freedom! the genial sun, whose heav'nly heams

With douhle lustre gild her happy isle! Freedom ! thespring, whose clear refreshing streams

Make her glad vales with endless plenty smile! The privilege with life her children claim, Characteristic dear! each Briton's fa v'rite name.

Hence the mild sweets of temperated sway,

Princes hy just prerogative confin'd; The people hence with willing heart ohey [join'd:

Laws, which to dictate, they themselves have Our constitution hence its hirth receiv'd,

The latent principles of lasting life; Which all diseases, all attacks has hrav'd,

A nd secret wounds defied, and civil strife: By Brunswie's race secur'd, shall keep its pow'r, As mountains lift their heads, when storms can hlow no more!

Like some fair virgin cloth'd in Nature's dress,

The simple majesty of artless charms; Contending suitors for her favour press,

Her heauty draws new dangers to her arms: So England next the lustful Dane survey'd,

Allur'd, the predal raven took his flight, Her coasts at first attempting to invade,

And violate her sweets with rude delight:

Each taste renew'd, hut 6r'd the rohber's soul, Nor ccaa'd his wild pursuit, till he enjoy'd the whole!

Nor long the ravisher his prize detain'd,

(Compulsion seldom wios a gentle heart) The Saxon soon his plighted hride rrgain'd,

The hold intruder was constrain'd to part: Short were their joys—from the Armoric shore

New clouds arising threat'ned short repose; The Norman came with well-appointed pow't,

And cut his passage to the throne, he rose; Acknowledg'd king, the conqu'ror left his place, Inheritance devolv'd—his lasting line to grace! Yet not of new advantages devoid,

Britain heheld the stranger seize her throne; New sanctions hence her former rights enjoy'd,

The fix'd estate more safe was handed down: The law with higher rev'rence arm'd her hand,

To curh wild riot, and oppressive sway; Justice enlarg'd her course, and through the land

Progressive, shed her more immediate ray: And property and freedom still ally'd. In more enduring hands, their friendly union ty'd! Power oft to mortals spreads hewitching charms,

Alluring to extend its hounds too wide; This to restrain, the harons oft in arms,

Emhattled strong, the regal sword defy'd: Wii h difTrent aspect long the contest held,

Was often pacify'd, and oft renew'd; Till on fair Running's celehrated field,

Britain her charter got, unstain'd with hlood: In which acknowledg'd all her rights were shown Tli' eternal rule, hy which her monarchs held their crown.

From hence to warlike Edward's glorious reign,

Britannia rose through various turns of fate; Then foreign princes first endur'd her chain,

And vanquish'd nations own'd her fame complete! On Crecy's plain, and Poitier's well-fought field,

In air her sanguine cross victorious flew! By arms transplanted to her ampled shield,

The Gallic lilies took a fairer hue: And, like her matchless king's estahlish'd star, Her morning lustre heam'd, and spread its glory far!

A darker period next displays its pow'r,

Scenes, the sad Muse in silence would conceal! When social discord, in ill-omen'd hour,

Bade desolation o'er the land prevail:
When York's and Lancaster's contesting line,

Aspiring to the sweets of envied reign,
In arms for rolling years were seen to shine,

And many a hloody field with slaughter stain:
Then faintly dim appeai'd Britannia's heam,
As April suns through clouds disclose their sickly
gleam!

Then Britain moum'd for many a nohle life,

In the contending houses' quarrel lost; For't is the genuine curse of civil-strife,

Still to last longest, and to rage the most! Beav'n smil'datlast:—and hade the tempest cease,

Returning industry along the plain Shed from her hands the healing halm of peace,

The wounds of war relenting clos'd again; And gently twin'd round Henry's prosp'rous head, The rival-roses twin'd, increasing fragrance shed! Ascending, now the prospect fairer grows,

As from the height of some advantage ground, The weary pilgrim pauses as he goes,

And forward looks on different heauties round!

So hence from hlameless Edward's placid ray,
(The short-liv'd cloud of Mary's rigour past)

To the hright splendour of Eliza's day,

Britain hegan her new-gain'd ease to taste;

And conscious felt heneath her equal reign,

For forty rolling years, tranquillity serene!

Britannia sav'd from Rome's tyrannic yoke,

Hihernia civiliz'd, and Belgia freed; Iheria's mighty pow'r for ages hroke,

Shall shine to future days Eliza's deed! Between contending kings her steady hand

And prudent eye sustain'd the duhious scale; And undisturh'd preserv'd this happy land,

When war did o'er the continent prevail: In her expir'd Planlagenct's high race. As sets in liquid gold the Sun's augmented face!

Now to the widow'd rose, as next ally'd,

Its hranch the northern thistle nearer drew; In closer hands their kindred union ty'd,

Engrafted thus more flourishing they grew: Around the hlushing flow'r its pointed arms

The hardy plant defensive fondly spread; The hlushing flow'r, with ornamental charms,

And fruitful sweets, enrich'd its consort's hed! Britain, till then, hy diffring int'rests sway'd, Divided now no more, one rightful rule ohey'd!

Whether too rough to suit so rich a soil,
Or grown luxuriant from too wild a shoot:

Not long the thistle felt the southern smile.

Soon sickness seiz'd, and storms destroy'd the root. [en'd eyes.

Then hled great Charles !——o'er Britain's dark-
Black usurpation spred its dreadful night;

Till monarchy reviving clear'd the skies,
As Chaos fled of old the face of light:

The law its ancient channels re-assum'd,

Andwith redouhled grace returning freedom hloom'd!

Sadly intentive as the Muse surveys

These recent marks of heauteous Britain's scars, With honest warmth insph'd she ardent prays,

Heav'n long may shield her from intestine jars! Blasted hy fate, detested hy the skies,

By earth deserted he th' accursed hand! That open force or secret faction tries.

To plunge in civil wars his native land: Let Walpole's care this worst of ills repetl, And guard that liherty, he knows and loves so wall!

Wisely would men improve the ills of fate.

The frowns of Heav'n were not hestow'd in Tain: Kings then would learn, the secret to he great

Was in their suhjects' hearts to fix their reign! Had hut the royal pair this wisdom known,

Charles had not sacrifie'd his darling ease; His hrother then had fiil'd a peaceful throne.

Nor in a second exile clos'd his days: Doom'd an eternal monument to prove, A prince's hest defence lies in his people's lore!

As when the shore intrusive jets too far,

Encroaching on the empire of the deep; Th' assemhled waves hegin the wintry war.

And o'er the weak harrier impetuous sweep! So when alarm'd Britannia saw the crown

Attempt th' estahlish'd hars which Freedom laid: Eager to keep that hlessing still her own,

To Nassau's virtue she apply'd for aid: Timely the hero interpos'd to save, And nohly gain'd the style, the rescued nation gave!

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