For if he sees the blaze expire,
Locke's words he'll fling to wake the fire, And put him out of pain,
The mitred peers, with holy song,
(As the procession moves along)
Kneel to their Faith's Defender;
And pray him to pursue that plan,
Which made all Scotia, to a man,
Abjure their own Pretender.
WILLIAM WINDHAM, ESQ.
OF FELBRIDGE, NORFOLK, 1778.
Musis amicus, tristitiam et metus
Tradam protervis in mare Creticum
Protare ventis.
To Windham tune no venal lyre;
His name shall every note inspire,
And consecrate my lays :
Let Freedom's sons no more complain,
Again they'll hear his manly strain,
And join in heart-felt praise.
Shall Windham fall, in bloom of youth,
Endued with genius, knowledge, truth,
Fitted for virtue's shrine ?
-O Jebb! appease the fever's strife, (Britain owes you her Gloster's life) I'll sing your skill divine.
No more in festive mirth we sit,
Nor relish humour, wine, or wit,
Slow move the languid hours:
Of thee, my friend, alone we speak,
Whilst Sorrow dews the pallid cheek,
And on each visage lowers.
For you the timid blushing maid
With tenderest wishes fervent pray'd,
(Love every accent wings ;)
But now she tunes her grateful voice,
And makes the vocal lyre rejoice,
While rapture wakes the strings.
O! born to bless the common-weal,
To emulate a Keppel's zeal,
In time's proud annals bright:
When each indignant sailor rav'd,
And VICTORY's signals vainly wav'd
To call the Recreant Knight:
I've seen thy Roman spirit rise,
I've mark'd the light'ning of thine eyes
Along the embattled line:
Ardent, fair Freedom's sword to wield,
To lead her offspring to the field,
And like a Hambden shine.
Again we'll turn the classic page,
Where Greece defies a tyrant's rage,
And soars above control :
Then liberty her sons could charm,
Nerve every hardy Chieftain's arm,
And fire his generous soul.
Townshend, with quick sensations blest,
Will snatch you to a soldier's breast,
By ancient friendship ty'd ;-
Who knew, who lov'd thy noble sire,
To all his fame sees thee aspire,
And feels a father's pride.
Around you will the patriot band
With transport throng to press your hand,
And mutual welcomes blend:
From Burke the tear of joy will start,
Ca'ndish will clasp you to his heart,
And Saville hail his friend.
WELCOME One Arnold to our shore!
Thy deeds on Fame's strong pinions bore,
Spread loyalty and reason:
O! had success thy projects crown'd,
Proud Washington had bit the ground,
And Arnold punish'd treason.
Around you press the sacred band,
Germain will kneel to kiss your hand,
Galloway his plaudits blend:
Sir Hugh will hug you to his heart,
The tear of joy from Twitcher start,
And Cockburn hail his friend.
Since you the royal levees grace,
Joy breaks thro' Denbigh's dismal face,
Sir Guy looks brisk, and capers;
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