Let them in vain, your martial hope to quell,
Of new refinements, fiercer weapons tell,
And mock the old fimplicity, in vain :
To the time's warfare, simple or tefin'd,
The time itself adapts the warrior's mind;
And equal prowess still shall equal palms obtain.
XVI.

Say then; if England's youth, in earlier days,
On Glory's field with well-train'd armies vy'd,
Why shall they now renounce that generous praise?
Why dread the foreign mercenary's pride?
Though Valois brav'd young Edward's gentle hand,
And Albert rufh'd on Henry's way-worn band,
With Europe's chofen fons in arms renown'd,
Yet not on Vere's bold archers long they look'd,
Nor Audley's fquires, nor Mowbray's yeomen
brook'd:

They faw their standard fall, and left their monarch

bound.

XVII.

Such were the laurels which your fathers won; Such Glory's dictates in their dauntless breast : -Is there no voice that speaks to every fon? No nobler, holier call to You addrefs'd? O! by majestic freedom, righteous laws, By heavenly truth's, by manly reafon's caufe, Awake; atttend; be indolent no more: By Friendship, focial Peace, domestic Love, Rife; arm; your country's living safety prove; And train her valiant youth, and watch around her shore.

ODE

O DE

XII.

ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS.

TH

IN THE COUNTRY.

M DCC LVIII.

I.

HY verdant fcenes, O Goulder's hill,
Once more I feek, a languid gueft:

With throbbing temples and with burden'd breast
Once more I climb thy fteep aërial way.
O faithful cure of oft-returning ill,
Now call thy fprightly breezes round,
Diffolve this rigid cough profound,

And bid the fprings of life with gentler movement play.

II.

How gladly 'mid the dews of dawn
By weary lungs thy healing gale,

The balmy weft or the fresh north, inhale!
How gladly, while my mufing footsteps rove
Round the cool orchard or the funny lawn,
Awak'd I ftop, and look to find

What fhrub perfumes the pleasant wind,
Or what wild fongfter charms the Dryads of the grove.

III. Now,

III.

Now, ere the morning walk is done,
The diftant voice of Health I hear

Welcome as beauty's to the lover's ear.

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Droop not, nor doubt of my return," she cries; "Here will I, 'mid the radiant calm of noon,

"Meet thee beneath yon chefnut bower,
"And lenient on thy bofom pour

"That indolence divine which lulls the earth and "fkies."

IV.

The goddess promis'd not in vain.
I found her at my favorite time.

Nor wish'd to breath in any fofter clime,

While (half-reclin'd, half-flumbering as I lay)

She hover'd o'er me.

Then, among her train

Of nymphs and zephyrs, to my view

Thy gracious form appear'd anew

Then firft, O heavenly Mufe, unfeen for many a day.

V.

In that foft pomp the tuneful maid
Shone like the golden ftar of love.

I faw her hand in careless measures move;
I heard fweet preludes dancing on her lyre,
While my whole frame the facred found obey'd.
New funshine o'er my fancy fprings,

New colours clothe external things,

And the last glooms of pain and fickly plaint retire.

VI.

O Goulder's hill, by thee restor'd

Once more to this inliven'd hand,

My harp, which late refounded o'er the land
The voice of glory, folemn and fevere,

My Dorian harp fhall now with mild accord
To thee her joyful tribute pay,

And fend a lefs-ambitious lay

Of Friendship and of Love to greet thy mafter's ear. VII.

For when within thy fhady feat

First from the fultry town he chofe, And the tir'd fenate's cares, his wifh'd repofe, Then waft thou mine; to me a happier home For focial leifure: where my welcome feet, Eftrang'd from all the intangling ways In which the reftlefs vulgar ftrays, Through nature's fimple paths with ancient faith might

roam.

VIII.

And while around his fylvan fcene

My Dyson led the white-wing'd hours, Oft from the Athenian Academic bowers Their fages came: oft heard our lingering walk The Mantuan mufic warbling o'er the green: And oft did Tully's reverend fhade, Though much for liberty afraid,

With us of letter'd cafe or virtuous glory talk.

IX. But

IX.

But other guests were on their way,
And reach'd erelong this favor'd grove;
Even the celestial progeny of Jove,
Bright Venus, with her all-fabduing fon,
Whofe golden fhaft moft willingly obey
The best and wifeft. As they came,
Glad Hymen wav'd his genial flame,

And fang their happy gifts, and prais'd their spotlefs

throne.

X.

I faw when through yon festive gate
He led along his chosen maid,

And to my friend with fmiles presenting faid; Receive that faireft wealth which Heaven affign'd "To human fortune. Did thy lonely state "One wish, one utmost hope confess ? "Behold, fhe comes, to adorn and bless : "Comes, worthy of thy heart, and equal to thy mind."

ODE

XIII.

TO THE AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF THE HOUSE

TH

OF BRANDENBURGH.

MDCCLI.

L.

HE men renown'd as chiefs of human race, And born to lead in counfels or in arms, Have feldom turn'd their feet from Glory's chace, To dwell with books, or court the Mufe's charms.