Mark but the ruthless Indian's soul, By Beauty, Fancy's loveliest child, Behold the powerful charm assuage rage He owns the wanton fire; : And lordly roaming o'er the plain, To feed the loose desire! But wouldst thou feel a purer flame Than ev'n the warmest wish can frame, By much too fine to cloy; Far, far beyond that aching breast, With which the village hind's opprest, Who idly terms it joy? Has heaven, indulgent to thy make, Canst thou with wild Othello glow Tell me, can Pindar's lofty strain, See'st thou the warmth, the grace divine, That breathes thro' mild Correggio's line, By heaven's peculiar care? Does Guido wrap thee in delight? Can Titian's colours charm thy sight? Or Julio's godlike air? Say, does thy heart with rapture spring, Subdues the ravish'd ear? Canst thou with Freedom's sons rejoice But fails his bolder fire-O say, Can Tully charm each sense away, And baffle reason's aid? Canst thou, with pity mov'd, bewail Where learning, taste, and love combine, A nobler flame impart ? The Muse in mild melodious lays Should Hope her lenient aid refuse, Music her sister arts may aid, And Poetry o'er light and shade Meek suppliants all at Beauty's shrine, The Pencil, Muse, and Lyre. ODE IV. ΤΟ CONCORD. BY THE REV. MR. HUDSON. SOUL of the world, first mover, say, From thee what glorious being came, Powerful to raise this universal frame? Who taught the ponderous wheels to play? Gave beauty to look forth with radiant eyes, And cloath'd with ambient day the chrystal skies? 'Twas Concord, who enthron'd above, With sevenfold adamantine chains The path of wandering orbs restrains, Kindles the genial fire of love, And walks the courts of genuine light, (While all heaven hails the wonders of her sight) Where Bliss has banish'd Chance, and sore Annoy, And Goodness fills the cup of general joy. |