VI. Though like Flora thou array thee, All thy sweetness, all thy show. VII. She herself a glory greater ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1717. I. WINTER! thou hoary venerable fire, All richly in thy furry mantle clad ; What thoughts of mirth can feeble age inspire, IJ. Now I fee the reafon plain, Spring and Summer next fucceeds; III. While from the frofty mellow'd earth The feafons fpread their rich increase; So So dufky night and chaos fmil'd -On beauteous form their lovely child. O fair variety! IV. What blifs thou doft fupply! V. Our paffions, like the feafons, turn; VI. Safe beneath her mighty mafter, In fecurity fhe fits; Plants her loofe foundations fafter, And her forrows paft forgets. VII. Happy ifle! the care of heaven, Still with love and duty pay him. VIII. Though VIII. Though he parted from thy fhore, While contefting kings attend him; - Could he, Britain, give thee more Than the pledge he left behind him ? ODE TO PEACE, FOR THE YEAR 1718. I. HOU fairest, sweetest daughter of the skies, Tindulgent, gentle, life-reftoring Peace! With what aufpicious beauties dost thou rise, II. Hoary winter fmiles before thee, Hours and feasons all adore thee, And for thee are ever young: ·II. In thee the night, in thee the day is bleft; In thee the dearest of the purple east : Mirth to inspire, and raise the drooping heart : IV. Awake IV. Awake the golden lyre, At heaven and earth's defire. V. Hark, how the founds agree, With due complacency! VI. Who, by nature's fairest creatures, VII. Peace and the are Britain's treasures, - Fruitful in eternal pleasures: } CHORUS CHORU S. Hail, ye celestial pair! Still let Britannia be your care, ODE FOR THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY, 1718. I. H touch the ftring, celestial Muse, and say, Is it in Fate, that one diftinguish'd day Should with more hallow'd purple paint the Eaft? Look onl ife and nature's race! III. How had this glorious morning been forgot, Had not our greatest Cæfar been its lot, ! IV. Now |