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Come, then, immortal Spirit of the stage,
When Peleus' son, untaught to yield,
So Chatham, whose exalted soul Pervaded and inspir'd the whole, Where far, by martial glory led, Britain her sails and banners spread, Retires (though Wisdom's God dissuades) And seeks repose in rural shades : Yet thither comes the God confess'd; Celestial form! a well-known guest.
Nor slow he moves with solemn air,
While the wing'd Hours obedient stand, And instant speed the dread command.
Chearful he came, all blythe and gay, Fair blooming like the son of May; Adown his radiant shoulder hung A harp, by all the Muses strung: Smiling he to his friend resign'd This soother of the human mind.
BY MR. GARRICK.
To Holdernesse, the Muses three,
Give ear, my Lord, while we complain,
Could he, who serves and loves the nation, So little weigh its reputation, As in this scarcity of merit, To damp with grace poetic spirit : But be assurd your scheme is vainHe must, he shall be ours again: Nor crape nor lawn shall quench his fires, We'll fill his breast with new desires ; In vain you plead his ordination, His cassock, gown, and grave vocation, Whate'er he now has sworn, he swore, With stronger zeal to us before : He pass'd our forms of consecration, His lips receiv'd our inspiration; To him were all our rites reveal'd, From him no myst'ry was conceal'dEach kindred pow'r obey'd our call, And grac'd the solemn festival ! The Loves forsook their Cyprian bow'rs, And round his temples wreath'd their flow'rs; The Graces danc'd their mystic maze, Our Father struck him with his rays ; And all our Sisters one by one, Gave him full draughts of Helicon! Thus bound our servant at the shrine, Ordain'd he was, and made divine.