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,
That glads the heart of Caroline,
Its grand deposit faithful to restore;
Salute the bark that ne'er shall hold
So rich a freight in gems or gold,
And loaded from both Indies would be poor.

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?
Silence, ye wretched! ye prophane!

Who fhackle prose, and boast of absent Gods ;
Who murder thought, and numbers maim,
Who write Pindarics cold and lame,

And labour ftiff Anacreontic Odes.

Ye founts of Learning! and ye mints of Fame!
You, who file off the mortal part

Of glowing thought, with Attick art,
And drink pure fong from Cam's or Ifis' stream.

IX.

I glow, I burn! the numbers pure,
High-flavour'd, delicate, mature,

Spontaneous ftream from my unlabour'd breast,
As, when full-ripen'd teems the vine,
The generous burfts of willing wine
Diftil nectareous from the grape unprest.

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!"
What shining forms furround his throne,
O Sun! as planets thee !-To my loud ftrain
See Peace, by Wisdom led, advance;

The Grace, the Mufe, the Season, dance;
And Plenty spreads behind her flowing train!

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,
Fair daughters of the fun!-O thou divine,
Bleft Industry! a fmiling earth

From thee alone derives its birth:
By thee the ploughshare and its master shine.

IV.

From thee, maft, cable, anchor, oar,
From thee the cannon and his roar;

On oaks nurft, rear'd by thee, wealth, empire grows;
O golden Fruit! oak well might prove
The facred tree, the tree of Jove;
All Jove can give, the naval oak bestows.

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;
Enervates man, and damns the foil;
Defeats creation, plunges in diftrefs,
Cankers our being, all devours;
A full exertion of our powers!
Thence, and thence only, glows our happiness.

VII.

The ftream may ftagnate, yet be clear,
The fun suspend his swift career,
Yet healthy Nature feel her wonted force;
Ere man, his active springs refign'd,
Can ruft in body and in mind,

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
On thy fixt anchor, push from shore,

Earth lies before thee, every climate court.

And, fee, fhe 's rous'd, abfolv'd from fears,
Her brow, in cloudlefs azure, rears,
Spreads all her fail, and opens every port.

X.

See, cherish'd by her fifter, Peace,
She levies gain on every place,

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