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Though youth no longer fires my veins,
The royal eye dispels my cares,
Recals the warmth of blooming years,
That glads the heart of Caroline,
Salute the bark that ne'er shall hold
So rich a freight in gems or gold,
My soul! to thee, jhe spreads her sails;
Their bosoms fill with sacred gales; With inspiration from the godhead warm ;
Now bound for an eternal clime,
O send her down the tide of Time,
Which Gods of old and Heroes bore;
The sea she scorns; and, now, shall bound
On lofty billows of fweet found, I am her pilot, and her port the skies !
VII. Dare * The vessel that brought over the King.
Silence, ye wretched ! ye prophane !
Who murder thought, and numbers maim,
Who write Pindarics cold and lame, And labour stiff Anacreontic Odes.
Of genuine title to the skies;
You, who file off the mortal part
Of glowing thought, with Attick art,
I glow, I burn! the numbers pure,
High-flavour'd, delicate, mature, Spontaneous stream from my unlabour'd breast,
As, when full-ripen'd teems the vine,
The generous bursts of willing wine Distil nectareous from the grape unpreft.
STRAIN THE FIRST.'
How the King attended. A prospect of happiness.
Induftry: A surprizing instance of it in old Rome. The mischief of Noth. What happiness is. Sloth its greatest enemy. Trade natural to Britain. Trade invoked. Described. What the greatest human excellence. The praise of wealth. Its use, abuse, end. The variety of nature. The final moral cause of it. The benefit of man's necessitiese Britain's naval stores, She makes all Nature serviceable to her ends. Of reason. Its excellence. How we should form our estimate of things. Reason's difficult task. Why the first glory hers. Her effects in old Britain.
What shining forms surround his throne,
—To my loud strain
The Grace, the Muse, the Season, dance;
New glories kindle round his throne,
By Pindar led, I turn'd of late
The mighty months in pomp proceed,
Blest Industry! a smiling earth
From thee alone derives its birth :
From thee, maft, cable, anchor, oar,
From thee the cannon and his roar; On oaks nurst, rear’d by thee, wealth, empire grows;
O golden Fruit ! oak well might prove
The sacred tree, the tree of Jove ;
What cannot Industry compleat ?
When Punick war first flam’d, the great, Bold, active, ardent, Roman fathers meet :
“ Fell all your groves,” a Flamen cries;
As soon they fall; as soon they rise ;
Enervates man, and damns the foil;
Cankers our being, all devours ;
A full exertion of our powers !
The fun suspend his swift career,
Ere man, his active springs resign'd,
Can rust in body and in mind,
Recal her to her native air;
And ever shall she flourish here:
What though she languifh'd ? 'twas but fear,
On thy fixt anchor, push from shore,
And, fee, The 's rous’d, absolu'd from fears,
Her brow, in cloudless azure, rears,
She levies gain on every place,
Again, se travels with the sun,
Again, the draws a golden zone Round earth and main; bright zone of wealth and fame!