III. Though Fate and Time have damp'd my strains, Though youth no longer fires my veins, Though flow their streams in this cold climate run; The royal eye difpels my cares, Recals the warmth of blooming years, Returning George fupplies the diftant fun. IV. Away, my foul! falute the * Pine, V. My foul! to thee, he fpreads her fails; Their bofoms fill with facred gales; With inspiration from the godhead warm ; Now bound for an eternal clime, O fend her down the tide of Time, 'Snatch'd from oblivion, and secure from storm. VI. Or teach this flag, like that to foar, Which Gods of old and Heroes bore; Bid her a British conftellation rife The fea fhe fcorns; and, now, fhall bound On lofty billows of sweet sound, I am her pilot, and her port the skies! VII. Dare * The vessel that brought over the King. VII. Dare you to fing, ye tinkling train? Who fhackle prose, and boast of absent Gods ; And labour ftiff Anacreontic Odes. Ye founts of Learning! and ye mints of Fame! Of glowing thought, with Attick art, IX. I glow, I burn! the numbers pure, Spontaneous ftream from my unlabour'd breast, VOL. III. R STRAIN STRAIN THE FIRST. THE ARGUMENT. How the King attended. A profpect of happiness. Induftry. A furprizing inftance of it in old Rome. The mifchief of floth. What happiness is. Sloth its greatest enemy. Trade natural to Britain. Trade invoked. Defcribed. What the greatest human excellence. The praise of wealth. Its ufe, abuse, end. The variety of nature. The final moral cause of it. The benefit of man's neceffities. Britain's naval ftores. She makes all Nature ferviceable to her ends. Of reafon. Its excellence. How we should form our estimate of things. Reafon's difficult task. Why the first glory hers. Her effects in old Britain. I. "OUR Monarch comes! nor comes alone!" The Grace, the Mufe, the Season, dance; II. "Our Monarch comes! nor comes alone:" New glories kindle round his throne, The vifions rife! I triumph as I gaze : By Pindar led, I turn'd of late The volume dark, the folds of Fate; And, now, am present to the future blaze. III. By III. By George and Jove it is decreed, The mighty months in pomp proceed, From thee alone derives its birth: IV. From thee, maft, cable, anchor, oar, On oaks nurft, rear'd by thee, wealth, empire grows; V. What cannot Industry compleat? When Punick war firft flam'd, the great, Bold, active, ardent, Roman fathers meet : "Fell all your groves, a Flamen cries; As foon they fall; as foon they rife; One moon, a foreft, and the next, a fleet. VI. Is floth indulgence? 'Tis a toil; VII. The ftream may ftagnate, yet be clear, Yet tafte of blifs, of which he choaks the fource. VIII. Where, Industry! thy daughter fair? Recal her to her native air; Here, was Trade born, here bred, here flourish'd long; And ever shall fhe flourish here: What though the languifh'd? 'twas but fear, She 's found of heart; her constitution strong. IX. Wake, fting her up. Trade! lean no more Earth lies before thee, every climate court. And, fee, fhe 's rous'd, abfolv'd from fears, X. See, cherish'd by her fifter, Peace, Religion, habit, custom, tongue, and name! Again, the travels with the fun, Again, the draws a golden zone Round earth and main; bright zone of wealth and fame! XI. Ten |