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The leafless Aock, that Fortune dooms
To wither, with returning spring

(While the glad flocks of Freedom sing) Profuse of promis'd sweets, with double vigour

blooms.

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Hark! hark ! 'tis Brutus' name I hear,

Join'd with his fair, heroic bride ;
To Honour's hallow'd fane they steer

Along the favourable tide ;
To her and Safety there to place
The tablet, vow'd to human race :

Blow, every kind and gentle gale
Of gratitude, and fan the swelling sail.

High on a fleecy couch reclin’d,

Of white and amber clouds confin'd, Rome's genius lifts his august head;

Now slow descending nearer draws,

Hail'd with the popular applause,
And bids the solemn pageantry proceed.
Go, the triumphal ornaments display :
Ye sacred Salii lead the way:
Next led the order of Patrician blood,

In awful march a num'rous train compose,
And follow'd by the jubilating crowd ;

As Cybelé thro' Phrygian cities goes,
Majestic, and with golden turrets crown'd:
A hundred gods her gorgeous car surround,
A thousand tongues acclaim; the clanging cym-

bals sound.

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EXPATIATE long in nice debate,
On Chance, Necessity, and Fate:

With learn'd Lucretius stray
In Epicurus' magic grove,
Where the self-motion'd atoms rove

In mazy mystic play.

Some vain hypothesis admit,
The specious cobweb-work of wit;

And daringly deny
What every object round avows,
What every

act of Reason shews,
An All-wise Deity.

The clearest evidence contest,
Divinely stampt on every breast,

Since Time was taught to roll;
In Errors gloomy coverts stray,
From Truth's indisputable ray

Remote, as pole from pole.

So shuts the moping bird of night
Her feeble eyes against the light,

That glads the cheerful day ;
And when prevailing darkness reigns,
Thro' groves obscene, or dreary plains,

She wings her dubious way.
Consult the blue expanse on high,
The blush that paints the morning sky,

The cloud that nimbly rides,
The orbs that mark with lustre bright
The spangled mantle of the night,
Who there

supreme

resides.
Question the gaudy Aowers around,
That scent the air, or paint the ground,

Whose influence they obey :
Whose hand imparts the various dyes,
At whose command they bud and rise,

At whose command decay.
Say ye, on down, or mountain steep,
That stately tread, or lowly creep;

And ye aerial throng,
That cheer the woodland scene and fields
With vocal strains ; whose bounty yields,

Or sustenance or song :

Who, in the ocean's waste domain,
The tenants of the watry plain

With liberal hand supplies ?

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The floods in icy fetters binds,
Smooths the rough surge, and lulls the winds,

Or bids the tempest rise?
Nature in every mystic scene
Declares a plastic author's reign :

Above the morning's wings, Beyond the sea's remotest tides, Beneath the daedal earth resides

Th' Almighty King of Kings.

ODE IV.

THE ENTHUSIAST.

BY WILLIAM WHITEHEAD, ESQ.

(Late Poet-Laureat. )

Once, I remember well the day, •Twas ere the blooming sweets of May

Had lost their freshest hues: When every flower on ev'ry hill, In ev'ry vale had drank its fill

Of sun-shine and of dews.

In short, 'twas that sweet season's prime,
When Spring gives up the reins of Time

To Summer's glowing hand,
And doubting mortals hardly know,
By whose command the breezes blow

Which fan the smiling land.

'Twas then, beside a green-wood shade, Which cloth'd a lawn's aspiring head,

I urg'd my devious way,
With loitering steps regardless where,
So soft, so genial was the air,

So wondrous bright the day.

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