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EPISTLES

DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE.

EPISTLE I.

VERTUMNUS.

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MR. JACOB BOBART,

[Professor of Botany, at Oxford.]

FROM

ABEL EVANS, D.D.

THANK Heaven! at last our wars are o'er ;
We're very wise, and very poor:
All our campaigns at once are done :
We've ended where we just begun,
In perfect peace: long may it last,
And pay for all the taxes past!
Refill th' Exchequer, chace our fears,
And dry up all the ladies' tears,
For husbands, sons, and lovers lost;
In duels some, in battles most.

Rise, rise, ye Britons, thankful rise! Extol your Empress to the skies; Crown her with laurels ever green, With olives fair inwove between:

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Her courage drew the conquering sword;
Her wisdom banish'd peace restor❜d.

Long, wondrous Anna! may'st thou live, T'enjoy those blessings which you give : To guard thy friends, confound thy foes, And fix the Church and State's repose: And late, for peace to Britain given, Be crown'd with endless peace in Heaven!

Farewell, ye camps and sieges dire, With all your cannons, smoke, and fire ! Ye victories and trophies vain,

A certain loss, uncertain gain.

Ye squadrons and battalions brave,
Who first your foes, then friends enslave.
Ye gallant leaders, who delight,
For glory less, than gold, to fight.
Ye public patriots plac'd on high,
To sell those votes, which first ye buy.
And bards, whose mercenary lays
Such heroes and such statesmen praise.

An honest Muse alike disclaims
Such authors and their impious themes;
And, with a more becoming grace,
Her song impartial will address,
Bobart, to thee, the Muses' friend:
Bobart, the promis'd song attend.
And where no difference appears

Betwixt the subject, and the verse;
But he who praises, and is prais'd,
On equal eminence are rais'd:
No flatteries thence are to be fear'd,
Nor hopes encourag'd of reward.

Such is our case :-I honor thee

For something, thou for something me; Sincerely both our thoughts the same, Of courtiers, fortune, and of fame ; Alike (in pity to mankind)

To peace, to heavenly peace, inclin’d.

To peace, my Friend! that thou and I,
No colors fluttering in the sky;
With frightful faces, glittering arms
(Bellona's military charms);

May undisturb'd and studious rove,
O'er every lawn, through every grove.

See various Nature, in each field,
Her flowers and fruits luxuriant yield ;
While the bright God of day presides
Aloft, and all the seasons guides;
Jocund to run his annual course,
With never-tiring speed and force.

With golden hair the God of day
Wings from the east his fervid way;
The stars, applauding as he flies,
To see him stretch along the skies;

To see him roll his fiery race

Athwart the vast aethereal space;
Unbind the frosts, dissolve the snows,
As round the radiant Belt he goes.

Mild Zephirus the Graces leads,
To revel o'er the fragrant meads;
The mountains shout, the forests ring,
While Flora decks the purple Spring :
The Hours attendant all the while
On Zephirus and Flora smile:
The vallies laugh, the rivers play,
In honor of the God of day.

The birds, that fan the liquid air, To tune their little throats prepare ; The joyous birds of every shade, For loitering, love, and music made, Their voices raise on every spray, To welcome in the God of day.

The vegetable earth beneath'

Bids all her plants his praises breathe:
Clouds of fresh fragrance upwards rise,
To cheer his progress through the skies;
And heaven, and earth, and air unite,
To celebrate his heat and light:
That light and heat which on our world
From his gay chariot-wheels are hurl'd;
And every morn do rosy rise,

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