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The hand of industry employ'd no more, What royal power, from his superior late,
And commerce flying to some safer shore; Sees public happiness his own create ;
All property reduc'd, to power a prey,

But kens those patriot souls, to which he owes And sense and learning chas'd by zeal away? of old each source, whence now each bletha Who honours not each dear departed ghost,

flows? That Atrove for liberty so won, so loft :

And if such spirits from their heaven descend, So well regain'd when godlike William rose, And blended fame, to point one glorious end; And first entail'd the blessing George bestows? Flame from one breast, and thence to Britain fhise May Walpole still the growing triumph raise, What love, what praise, o Walpole, then is thin: And bid these emulate Eliza's days; Still serve a prince, who, o'er his people great, As far transcends in virtue, as in Itate!

The muse pursues thee to thy rural seat; Ev'n there shall liberty inspire retreat.

When solemn cares in flowing wit are drown'd,
And sportive chat and social laughs go round:

No. I.
Ev'n then, when pausing mirch begins to fail,
The converse varies to the serious tale.

On ber Majesty's Birth-day, 1731- 2.
The tale pathetic Speaks some wretch that owes
To fome deficient law reliefless woes.

Twice twenty tedious moons have roll'd away, What instant pity warms thy generous breast ! Since nope, kind Aatterer ! tun'd my pensive lay, How all the legislator stands confess'd!

Whispering, that you, who rais'd me from despaNow springs the hint! 'tis now improv'd to Meant, by your smiles, to make life worth a thought !

care; Now ripe ! and now to public welfare brought! With pitying hand an orphan's tears to screen, New bills, which regulating means bestow,

And o'er the motherless extend the queen. Justice preserve, yet softenirg mercy know: 'T'will he-the prophet guides the poet's strain Justice shall low vexatious wiles decline,

Grief never touch'd a heart like your's in vain : And still thrive molt, when lawyers most repine, Heaven gave you power, because you love to bleís Justice from jargon shall refin'd appear,

And pity, when you feel it, is redress. To knowledge through our native language clear. Two fathers join'd to reb my claim of one! Hence we may learn, no more deceiv'd by law, My mother too thought fit to have no son! Whence wealth and life their best assurance draw. The senate next, whose aid the helpless own,

The freed insolvent, with industrious hand, Forgot my infant wrongs, and mine alone! Strives yet to satisfy the just demand :

Yet parents pityless, nor peers unkind, Thus ruthless men, who would his powers re

Nor titles lolt, nor woes mysterious joind, strain,

Strip me of hope---by heav'n thus lowly laid, Oft what severity would lose obtain.

To find a Pharoah's daughter in the shade. These, and a thousand gifts, thy thought ac

You cannot hear unmov'd, when wrongs in quires, Which liberty benevolent inspires.

Your heart is woman, though your mind be more From liberty the fruits of law increase,

Kind, like the power who gave you to our prayers Plenty, and joy, and all the arts of peace.

You would not lengthen life to sharpen cares; Abroad the merchant, while the tempests rave,

They, who a barren leave to live bestow, Adventurous fails, nor fears the wind and wave;

Snatch but from death to sacrifice to woe. At home untir'd we find th'auspicious hand Hated by her from whom my life I drew, With flocks, and herds, and harvests, bless the land : Whence should I hope, if not from heaven and you? While there, the peasant glads che grateful soil, Nor dare I groan beneath affli&ion's rod, Here mark the shipwright, there the mason toil, My queen my mother, and my father---God. Hew, square, and rear, magnificent, the lone, The pitying muses saw me wit pursue ; And give our oaks a glory not their own! A balard-fon, alas! on that lide too, What life demands by this obeys her call,

Did not your eyes exalt the poet's fire, And added elegance consummates all.

And what the muse denies, the queen inspire ? Thus stately cities, statelier navies rise,

While rising thus your heavenly soul to view, And spread our grandeur under distant skies. I learn, how angels think, by copying you. From liberty each nobler science sprung,

Great princess ! 'tis decreed--once every year A Bacon brighten'd, and a Spenser sung:

I march uncall'd your Laureat Volunteer ; A Clarke and Locke new tracks of truth explore, Thus shall your poet his low genius raise, (prais. And Newton reaches heights unreach'd before. And charm the world with truths too valt for

What trade sees property that wealth maintain, Nor neod I dwell on glories all your own, What industry no longer dreads to gain; Since surer means to tempt your smiles are known, What tender conscience kneels with fears resign’d, Your poet shall allot your lord his

part, Enjoys her worship, and avows her mind; And paint him in his noblest throne. -- your beurt. What genius now from want to fortune climbs, Is there a greatness that adorns him beft, Aad to safe science every thought sublimes ; A sising with, that ripens in his breal?


Has he foremeant fome diftant age to bless, Clear, and more clear, through all my lays refine; Disarm oppreffion, or expel distress ?

And there let heaven and her reflected thine ! Plans he some scheme to reconcile mankind,

As, when chill blights fronı vernal suns retire, People the feas, and busy every wind?

Cheerful the vegetative world aspire, Would he by pity the deceiv'd reclaim,

Put forth unfolding bloonis, and waving try And smile concending factions into thame? Th' enlivening influence of a milder sky; Would his example lend his laws a weight, So gives her birth (like yon approaching fpring) And breathe his own soft morals o'er his state? The land to flourish, and the muse to ling. The muse shall find it all, ihall make it seen, 'Twas thus, Zenobia, on Palmyra's throne, And teach the world his praise, to charm his In learning, beauty, and in virtue shone; queen.

Beneath her rose, Longinus, in thy name, Such be the annual truths my verse imparts, The poet's, critic's, and the patriot's fame! Nor frown, fair favourite of a people's hearts ! Is there (so high be you, great princess, prais'd) Happy if, plac'd, perchance, beneath your eye, A woe vopitied, or a worth unrais'd? My muse, unpension'd, might her pinions try; Art learns to foar by your sweet influence taught; Fearless to fail, whilft you indulge her flame, In life well cherish'd ; nor in death forgot : And bid me proudly boast your Laureat's name; In death, as life, the learn'd your goodness tell ! Renobled thus by wreaths my queen bestows, Witness the sacred busts of Richmond's cell! I lose all memory of wrongs and woes.

Sages, who in unfading light will thine ;

Who grasp'd at science, like your own, divine ! No. II,

The muse, who hails with song this glorious

morn, On ber Majesy's Birth-day, 1732-3.

Now looks through days, through months, through

years unborn; * GREAT princess, 'tis decreed ! once every year,

All white they rise, and in their course express'd "I march uncall’d, your Laureat Volunteer." A king by kings rever'd, by subjects blest! So sung the muse; nor sung the muse in vain : A queen, where'er true greatness spreads in fame; My queen accepts, the year renews the strain. Where learning towers beyond her sex's aim ; Ere first your influence shone with heavenly aid,

Where pure religion no extreme can touch, Each thought was terror ; for each view was fhade. Of faith too little, or of zeal coo much; Fortune to life each flowery path deny'd;

Where these behold, as on this blets'u of morns, No science learn'd to bloom, no lay to glide.

What love protects then, and what worth adorns ; Jostead of hallow'd hill, or vocal vale,

Where'er diffusive goodness smiles, a qucen Or stream, sweet-echoing to the tunesul tale ; Still prais'd with rapture, as with wonder seen! Damp dens confin'd, or barren deserts spread, Sec nations round, of every with poffels'd! With spectres haunted, and the mules fled; Life in cach eye, and joy in every breaft' Ruins in pensive emblem feem to rise,

Shall I, on what I lightly touch’d, explain? And all was dark, or wild, to fancy's eyes.

Shall I (vain thought !) attempt the tinith'd strain ?
But hark! a gladdening voice all nature cheers: No!-let the poet stop unequal lays,
Disperse, ye gloomis! a day of joy appears !

And to the jul historian yield your praise.
Hail, happy day!---'Twas on thy glorious morn,
The first, the faireft of her sex was born!

No. 111.
How swift the change! Cold, wintery sorrows fly!
Where'er she locks, delight surrounds the eye!

On ber Majesty's Birth-day, 1734-5.
Mild shines the sun, the woodlands warble round,
The vales fwcet echo, sweet the rocks resound! In youth no parent nurs'd my infant fongs,
In cordial air, soft fragrance floats along;

'Twas mine to be inspir'd alone by wrongs; Each scene is verdure, and each voice is song! Wrongs, that with life their fierce attack began,

Shoot from your orb divine, ye quickening rays! Drank infant tears, and fill pursue the man. Boundless, like her benevolence, ye blaze!

Life Icarce is lite-Dejection all is mine ; Soft emblems of her bounty, fall ye showers ! The power, that loves in lonely shades to pine; And (weer ascend, and fair unfold ye flowers ! Of fadıng check, of unelated views; Ye roses, lilies, you we earliest claim,

Whose weaken's eyes the rays of hope refuse. In whiteness, and in fragrance, match her fame! 'Tis mine the mean, inhuman pride to find; *Tis yours to fade, to fame like hers is due Who shuns th' cppress'd, to fortune only kind; Undying sweets, and bloom for ever acw. Whose pity's insult, and whose cold respect Ye blossoms, that one varied landscape rise, Is keen as scorn, ungenerous as neglec. And send your sceniful tribute to the skies; Void of benevolent, obliging grace, Diffusive like yon royal branches (mile,

Ev'n dubious friendship half averts his face. Grace the young year, and glad the grateful ille ! Thus sunk in sickness, thus with woes opprest, Atiend, ye mules ! mark the feather'd quires ! How shall the fire awake within my breaft? Those the spring wakes, as you the queen in- How thall the muse her flagging pinions raise? Spires

How tune her voice to Carolina's praise ? , let her praise for ever swell your song! From jarring thought no tuneful raptures flow; bwect let your sacred Ruscams thc notes prolong,

These with dair days and gentle seasons glow :

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Such give alonc sweet Philomel to sing,

Hence thy just praise, thou mild, majestic Thames And Philoinel's the poet of the spring.

Rich river ! richer than Pactolus' streams! But soft, my soul! see yon celestial light! Than those renown'd of yore, by poets roll'd Before whose lambent lustre breaks the night. O'er intermingled pearls, and fands of gold. It glads me like the morning clad in dews, How glorious thou, when from old ocean's urn, And beams reviving from the vernal muse: Loaded with India's wealth, thy waves return ! Inspiring joyous peace, 'tis fe ! 'tis the

Alive thy banks! along each bordering line, A franger long to misery and me.

High cultur'd blooms, inviting villas shine : Her, verdant mantle gracefully declines, And while around ten thousand beauties ginu, And, flower-embroider'd, as it varies, shines. These till o'er those redoubling luftre throw. To form her garland, zephyr, from his wing, “ Come then (so whisper'd the indulgent male? Throws the first flowers and foliage of the spring. “ Come then, in Richmond groves thy fortcai Her looks how lovely! health and joy have lent

“ lore! Bloom to her cheek, and to her brow content. i Come then, and hymn this day! The pkabang Behold, sweet-beaming her etherial eyes!

scene Soft as the Pleiades o'er the dewy skies.

“ Shows, in each view, the genius of thy queen. She hlunts the point of care, alleviates woes, “ Hear nature whispering in the breeze her fooz And pours the balm of comfort and repose; “ Hear her sweet warbling through the feather Bids the heart yield to virtue's silent call,

“ throng! And shows ambition's sons mere children all; " Come, with the warbling world thy notes unik, Who hunt for toys shich please with tinsel shine ; “ And with the vegetable smile delight! For which they squabble, and for which they pine. “ Sure such a scene and song will soon restore Oh, hear her voice, more mellow than the gale, " Lost quiet, and give bliss unknown before; That breath'd through shepherd's pipe enchants Receive it grateful, and adore, when given, the vale !

“ The goodness of thy parent, queen, and heaven. Hark! the invites from city snioke and noise, “ With me each private virtue lifts the voice; Vapours impure, and from impurer joys;

“ While public spirit bids a land rejoice : From yarious evils, that, with rage combin'd, " O’er all thy queen’s benevolence descends, Untune the body, and pollute the mind :

“ And wide o'er all her vital light extends. From crowds, to whom no social faith belongs,

“ As winter softens into spring, to you Who tread one circle of deceit and wrongs; « Blooms fortune's season, through her smile, anco. With whom politeness is but civil guile,

“ Still for past bounty, let new lays impart And laws oppress, exerted by the vile.

“ The sweet effufions of a grateful heart! To this oppos'd, the muse presents the scene ; “ Cast through the telescope of hope your eye! Where fylvan pleasures ever smiles serenc; " Thore goodness infinite, supreme, descry! Pleasures that emulate the blest above,

“ From him that ray of virtue stream'd on earth,
Health, innocence, and peace, the muse, and love; “ Which kindled Caroline's bright soul to birth.
Pleasures that ravish, while alternate wrought “ Behold, he spreads one universal spring!
By friendly converse, and abstracted thought. “ Mortals, transform’d to angels, then shall ling;
These soothe mythrobbing breast. No lofs I mourn; “ Oppression then shall Ry with want and Mame,
Though both from riches and from grandeur corn. “ And blessing and existence be the same!"
Weep I cruel mother? No-I've seen,
From heaven, a pitying, a maternal queen.

No. IV.
One gave me life; but would no comiort grant;
She more than life resum'd by giving want.

On ber Majesty's Birth-Day, 1735-6.
Would fe the being which the gave destroy?
My queen gives life, and bids me hope for joy. Lo! the mild sun falutes the opening spring,
Honours and wealth I cheerfully refiga;

And gladdening nature calls the mule to fing; Il competence, if learned ease be mine!

Gay chirp the birds, the bloomy sweets exhale, If I by mental, heart-fele joys be fir'd,

And health, and song, and fragrance fill the gale. And in the vale by all the muse inspir'd!

Yet, mildest suns, to me are pain fevere, Ilere cease my plaint-See yon enlivening scenes! And music's self is discord co my ear! Child of the spring! Behold the best of queens ! 1, jocund spring, unsympathifing, fee, Softness and beauty rose this heavenly morn, And health, that comes to all, comes not to me. Dawn'd wisdom, and benevolence was born. Dear health once fled, what fpirits can I fint! Joy, o'er a people, in her influence rose;

What solace meet, when fled my peace of mind? Like that which spring o'er rural nature throws. From absent hooks what studious hint devise? War to the peaceful pipe religns his roar,

From abfent friends, what aid to thoughe can rile? And breaks his billows on some distant shore.

A genius whisper'd in my ear-Go feck Domestic discord finks beneath her smile,

Sonic man of flaie! - The mute your wrongs may And arts, and trade, and plenty, glad the ille.

speak. Lo, industry surveys, with feasted eyes,

But will such listen to the plaintive (train? His due reward, a plenteous harvest rise! The happy feldom heed th' unhappy's pain. Nor (taught by commerce) joys in that alone; To wealth, to honours, wherefore was I born? But fees the harvest of a world his own.

Why left to poverty, repulfe, and scorn?

Why was I form'd of elegant desiresi

But, o la neist d change the lay must flow Thought, which beyond a vulgar flight aspires ! From gratelul rapture now to grateful woc. Why, by the proud, and wicked, crush'd to earth? She, to this day, who joyous lustre gave, Better the day of death, than day of birth!

Descends for ever to the filent grave. Thus I exclaim'd : a little cherub smild; (child! She, born at once to charm us and to mend, * Hope, I am callid (said he), a heaven-born Of human race the pattern and the friend. Wrongs fure you have; complain you justly may : To be or fondly or severely kind, But let wild forrow whirl not thought away! To check the rath or promp: the better mind, No--trust to honour! that you ne'er will stain Parents shall learn from her, and thus hall draw From peerage-blood, which fires your filial vein. From filial love aline a filial awe. Trust more to Providence ! from me ne'er swerye! Who seek in avarice wisdom's art to save; Once to distrust, is never to deserve.

Who often squander, yet who never gave; Did not this day a Caroline disclose ?

From her those knew the righteous mean to find, I promis'd at her birch, and blesling rofe!

And the mild virtue fold on half inankind. (Blelling, o'er all the lecter'd world to shine, The lavish now caught frugal wisdom's lore, la knowledge clear, beneficence divine !)

Yet still, the more they sav'd, bestow'd the more. 'Tis hers, as mine, to chafe away despair;

Now misers learn'd at others woes to melt, Woe undeservd is her peculiar care.

And saw and wonder'd at the change they felt. Her bright benevolence sends me to grief: The generous, when on her they turn'd their On want sheds bounty, and on wrong relief."

view, Then calm-ey'd Patience, horn of angel-kind, The generous ev’n themselves more generous grew, Open'd a dawn of comfort on my mind.

Learu'd the shunn'd haunts of shame.fac'd want to With her came Fortitude, of godlike air !

trace These arm to conquer ills; at least to bear : [dain, To goodness, delicacy, adding grace, Arm'd thus, my queci, while wayward faces or The conscious cheek no rising blush confess'd, My life to lengthen, but to lengthen pain ; Nor dwell one thought to pain the mode. breast; four bard, his sorrows with a smile endures; Kind and more kind did thus her bounty flower, Since to be wretched, is-to be made yours.

And knew no limit but a bounded power.

This truth the widow's fighs, alas proclaim; No. V.

For this the orphan's tears embalm her fame.

The wise beheld her learning's summit gain, On ber Majesty's Birtb-day, 1736-7.

Yet never giddy grow, nor ever vain :

But on one science point a fedfast eye,
Ye spirits bright, that æther rove,

That science-how to live and how to die.
That breathe che vernal soul of love;
Bid health descend in balmy dews,

Say, Memory, while to thy grateful light

Arise her virtues in unfading lighi, And life in every gale diffuse;

What joys were ours, what sorrows now remain : That give the flowers to thine, the birds to sing ;

Ah ! how sublime the bliss! how deep the pain ! Oh glad this natal day, the prime of spring! The virgin snow-drop first appears;

And thou, bright princess, feated now on high,

Next one, the fairest daughter of the sky, Her golden head the crocus rears.

Whose warm-felt love is to all beings known, The flowery tribe, profuse and gay,

Thy fifter Charity' next her thy throne; Spread to the soft, inviting ray.

See at thy tomb the Virtues weeping lie! So arts shall bloom by Carolina's smile,

There in dumb forrow seem the Arts to die. So shall her fame waf: fragrance o'er the idle.

So were the sun o'er other orbs to blaze, The warblers various, sweet and clear,

And from our world, like thee, withdraw his rays, From bloomy (prays salute the year.

No more to viGt where he warm'd before, O muse, awake! ascend, and sing!

All life mult cease, and nature be no more. Hail the fair rival of the spring!

Yer shall the muse a heavenly height eflay To woodland honours woodland hymns belong;

Beyond the weakness mix'd with mortal clay; To her, the pride of arts! the muse's song.

Beyond the loss, which, though the bleeds to fee, Kind, as of la:e her clement (way, The reason sheds a trepid ray.

Though ne'er to be redeem'd, the loss of thce! The storms of Boreas rave no more;

Beyond ev'n this, she hails with joyous lay, The storms of faction cease to roar,

Thy better birth, thy firit true natal day;

A day, that sees thee borne beyond the comb, At vernal suns as wintery tempests cease,

To endless health, co youth's eternal bloom; She, lovely power! (miles faction into peace.

Borne to the mighty dead, the souls sublime

of every famous age, and every clime ; No, VI.

To goodness fix'd by truth's unvarying laws, FOR THE FIRST OF MARCII, 1737-8. To bliss that knows no period, knows no pause Sacred to the Memory of her late Majelly, bumbly ad.

Save when thine eye, from yonder pure serene, dressed to bis Majesty.

Sheds a fost eye on this our gloomy scene.

With me now liberty and learning mourn, Ort has the muse, on this distinguish'd day, From all aclief, like thy lov'd confort, corn; Tun'd to glad harmony the vernal lay;



For where can prince or people hope relief, Nuw vanish sens, whence vapourş tife so more, When'each contend to be supreme in grief? Whose agueifh influence tainted heaven before. So vy'd thy virtues, that could point the way,

The solid isthmus links a watery space, So well to govern; yet so well obey.

And wonders, in new state, at saval grace. Deign one look more ! ah! see thy consort dear Where the flood deepening rolls, or wide extends, Wishing all hearts, except his own, to cheer. From road to road yon arch, connective bends: Lo! ftill he bids thy wonted bounty how

Where ports were chok'd; where mounds in vain, To weepiog families of worth and woe.

arose; He stops all tears, however fast they rise, There harbours open, and there breaches close; Save those that still must fall from grateful eyes, To keels, obedicni, spreads cach liquid plain, And, spite of griefs that so usurp his mind, And bulwark moles repel the boisterous main. Still watches o'er the welfare of mankind.

When the sunk fun no homoword fail befriends, · Father of those, whose righte thy care defends, On the rock's brow the light-house kind ascenza, Still most their own, when most their fovereign's And from the shoaly, o'er the gulfy way, friends;

Points to the pilot's eye the warping ray. Then chiefly brave, from bondage chiefly free, Count Nill, ny muse (to count, what mufee When molt they trust, when most they copy thee; cease ?) Ah! let the lowest of thy subjects pay

The works of public spirit, freedom, peace! His honest heart-felt tributary lay;

By them shall plants, in forests, reach the kics; In anguish happy, if permitted here,

Then lose their leafy pride, and navies rise. One figh to vent, to drop one virtuous tear; (Navies, which to invasive foes explain, Happier, if pardon'd, should he wildly moan, Heaven throws not round us rocks and seas in vain): And with a monarch's forrow mix his own. The fail of commerce in each sky aspires,

And property assures what toil acquires.

Who digs the mine or quarry, digs with glee; No flave ! –His option and his gain are free :

Him the fame laws the same protedion yield, OF PUBLIC SPIRIT

Who ploughs the furrow, or who owns the field.

Unlike, where tyranny the rod maintains O'er curfless, leaflels, and uncultur'd plains, Here herbs of food and physic plenty showers

Gives fruits to blush, and colours various fiowers 4r Epifle to bis Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Where sands or stony wilds once starv'd the year, Vales.

Laughs the green lawn, and nods the golden ear

White line the fleecy race, which fate thall doom CONTENT 3.

The feast of life, the treasure of the loom.

On plains now bare fhall gardens wave their Of reservoirs, and their use ; of draining fons, and

groves; building bridges, cutting canals, repairing þar

While settling songsters woo their feather'd loves. bours, and stopping inundations, making rivers

Where pathless woods no grateful openings kocs, navigable, building light-houses; of agriculture, Walks tempt the step, and vistas court the vict. gardening, and planting for the noblest uses;

See the parterre confess expansive day; of commerce; of public roads; of public buildings, viz. squares, streets, manfions, palaces, Up yon green lope a length of terrace lies,

The grot, elusive of the noon-tide ray. courts of justice, senate-houses, theatres, hospi. Whence gradual landscapes fade in diftant skies. tals, churches, colleges; the variety of worthies

Now the blue lake reflected heaven displays; produced by the latter; of colonies. The lave

Now darkens, regularly-wild, the maze. trade censured, &c.

Uros, obelisks, fancs, statues intervene;

Now centre, now commence, or end the scene. GREAT hope of Britain ! -Here the muse essays Lo, proud alcoves! lo, soft fequefter'd bowers! A'theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.' Retreats of social, or of studious hours ! Be her's a zenl of public spirit known

Rank above rank here hapely greens ascend; A princely zeal !--a spirie all your own!

There others natively-grotesque depend.
Where never science beam'd a friendly ray, The rude, the delicate, immingled tell
Where one 'vast blank'neglected nature lay; How art would nature, nature art excel;
From public spirit there, by arts employ'd, And how, while these their rival charms impat,
Creation, varying, glads the cheerless void, Art brightens nature, nature brightens art;
Hail, arts ! where lafety, treasure, and delight, Thus, in the various, yet harmonious space,
On land, on wave, in wondrous works unire! Blend order, fymmetry, and force, and grace.
Those wondrous works, O muse! fucceffive raise, When these from public spirit smile, we fee
And point their worth, their dignity, and praise ! Free-opening gates, and bowery pleasures free;

What though no streans, magnificently play'd, For sure great souls une truth can never miss,
Rise a proud column, fall a grand cascade; Bliss not communicated is not bliss.
Through nether pipes, which' nobler ule renowns, Thus public spirit, liberty, and peace,
co: ductile rivulets vif: distant towns :

Carve, build, and plant, and give the land increase;

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