By custom guided to pursue Or wealth, or honors, fame, or ease, What others wish he wishes too, Nor from his own peculiar choice, 'Till ftrengthen'd by the public voice, His very pleasures please. III. How oft, beneath fome hoary shade Prefer'd to heaven thy fav'rite vow, "Nor all those vain connections know "Which fetter down the free-born mind "The flave of intereft, or of fhow; "Whilft yon gay tenant of the grove, "The happier heir of Nature's love, "Can warble unconfin'd." IV. Yet fure, my friend, th' eternal plan But man himself for all mankind. Then by th' apparent judge th' unfeen; To one great end, howe'er withftood, Directing Directing it's impartial course. All labour for the general good. V. That bird, thy fancy frees from care, With many a fear, unknown to thee, Muft rove to glean his scanty fare His lot, united with his kind, Alarm by turns his anxious breast, VI. And tell me, has not Nature made Some fpring, fome wheel which asks thy aid New blifs from new attentions rife ; Till, happier in thy wider sphere, Thou quit thy darling schemes of ease ; Nay, glowing in the full career Ev'n wifh thy virtuous labours more; Nor 'till the toilfome day is o'er Expect the night of peace. ODE. TO INDEPENDENCY. H By Mr. MASON. I. ERE, on my native fhore reclin'd, While Silence rules this midnight hour, I woo thee, GODDESS. On my musing mind And bid thefe ruffling gales of grief fubfide: While the hush'd breeze its laft weak whisper blows, II. Come to thy Vot'ry's ardent pray'r, Unfullied Honor decks thine open brow, III. As Thou heard'st him, Goddefs, ftrike the tender ftring, Strait these refponfive fhores forgot to ring, With Beauty's praife, or plaint of flighted Love; And led the war, 'gainst thine, and Freedom's foes. Pointed with Satire's keeneft fteel, The fhafts of Wit he darts around; Ev'n + mitred Dulness learns to feel, pos And fhrinks beneath the wound. In aweful poverty his honest Muse 2 Walks forth vindictive thro' a venal land: In vain Oppreffion lifts her iron hand ; He fcorns them both, and, arm'd with truth alone, Bids Luft and Folly tremble on the throne. V. Behold, like him, immortal Maid, The Mufes veftal fires I bring: Here at thy feet the fparks I spread; Propitious wave thy wing, * Andrew Marvell, born at Kingfton upon Hull in the year 1620. + Parker, bishop of Oxford. And fan them to that dazzling blaze of Song, Now meets mine ear with warbles wildly free, VI. "Fond Youth! to MARVELL's patriot fame, Thy humble breast muft ne'er afpire. "Yet nourish ftill the lambent flame; "Still ftrike thy blameless Lyre : "Led by the moral Muse securely rove; "And all the vernal sweets thy vacant Youth "Can cull from bufy Fancy's fairy grove, "O hang their foliage round the fane of Truth: "To arts like thefe devote thy tuneful toil, "And meet its fair reward in D'ARCY's fmile." ""Tis he, my Son, alone fhall chear "Thy fick'ning foul; at that fad hour, Thy duteous Sorrows shower : "At that fad hour, when all thy hopes decline; "When pining Care leads on her pallid train, "At that fad hour fhall D'ARCY lend his aid, VIII." This |