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“ Swift on th' insulting Gaul, thy native foe
“ (For he is Freedom's) let that wrath be hurld; “ To his perfidious ports direct thy prow', “ Arm every bark, be every sail unfurl'd;
“ Seize this triumphant hour, “ When, bright as gold from the refining fame, - Flows the clear current of thy KEPPEL's fame.
“ Give, to the Hero's full command, “ Th' imperial ensigns of thy naval pow'r:
“ So shall his own bold auspices prevail,
“ Nor Fraud's insidious wiles, nor Envy pale " Arrest the force of his victorious band. 66 The Gaul subdu’d, fraternal strife shall cease, 5. And firm, on Freedom's base, be fixt an Empire's
Μή νυν, οτι φθονεραι
'Tis May's Meridian reign; yet EURUs cold
Or hang with silver buds her rural throne;
Hoar frost arrests the genial dew;
To wake, to warble, and to woo,
Shall then the Poet strike the lyre,
When mute are all the feather'd quire,
He shall : for what the sullen Spring denies,
That moral dawn be his inspiring flame.
Hark, from his lyre the strain ascends,
Which but to Freedom's fav’rite friends That lyre disdains to sound.
Hark, and approve! as did thy sire,
The lays which once with kindred fire His Muse in Attic mood made Mona's oaks rebound.
Long silent since, save when in Keppel's name, Detraction, murd'ring Britain's naval fame,
Rous'd into sounds of scorn th’indignant string. But now, replenish'd with a richer theme, The vase of Harmony shall
pour Fann'd by free Fancy's rainbow-tinctur’d wing.
Thy country too shall hail the song,
Her echoing heart the notes prolong; While they alone with envy sigh,
Whose rancour to thy parent dead
Aim'd, ere his fun’ral rites were paid,
From earth and these the Muse averts her view,
A beam to which the blaze of noon is pale;
In purpling circles now the glory spreads,
Ah see, two white-rob'd seraphs lead
Thy Father's venerable shade!
While they, the ministers of light,
Bear from his breast a mantle bright, And with the Heav'n-wove robe thy youthful limbs
“ Receive this mystic gift, my Son! (he cries) “ And (for so wills the Sov’reign of the skies)
“ With this receive, at Albion's anxious hour, “ A double portion of my patriot zeal, “ Active to spread the fire it dar'd to feel “ Thro' raptur'd Senates, and with awful pow'r
“ From the full fountain of the tongue
“ To roll the rapid tide along,
“So on thy Sire shall Heav'n bestow
“ A blessing Tully fail'd to know, “ And redolent in thee diffuse thy father's fame.
“ Nor thou, ingenuous Boy! that Fame despise, " Which lives and spreads abroad in Heav’n’s pure eyes,
“ The last best energy of noble mind; “ Revere thy Father's shade ; like him disdain “ The tame, the timid, temporizing train,
“ Awake to self, to social int'rest blind :
“ Young as thou art, Occasion calls ;
“ As thou and thy coni patriots strive ;
“ That trembling Albion deemd her last ; “O knit the union firm, and bid an Empire live.
“ Proceed, and vindicate fair Freedom's claim, “Give life, give strength, give substance to her name;
“ The native rights of Man with Fraud contest; “Yes, snatch them from Corruption's baleful pow'r, “ Who dares, in Day's broad eye, those rights devour,
“ While Prelates bow, and bless the Harpy feast.
“ So shall thy toil in conquest end.
“ That hang upon the smile of Kings, - Be thine the Muse's wreath ; be thou the PEOPLE'S