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 depofit 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

V.

poor.

My foul! to thee, she spreads her fails; Their bofoms fill with facred gales; With infpiration from the godhead warm.; Now bound for an eternal clime

O fend her down the tide of Time, Snatch'd from oblivion, and fecure from form.

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 fweet found,

I am her pilot, and her port the skies!

• The veffel that brought over the King.

VII. Dare

VII.

Dare you to fing, ye tinkling train ?
Silence, ye wretched! ye profane !
Who fhakle profe, and boast of abfent Gods;
Who murder thought, and numbers maim,

Who write Pindarics cold and lame,
And labour stiff Anacreontic Odes.

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

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

IX.

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

Spontaneous ftream from my unlabour'd breaft,

As, when full-ripened teems the vine, The generous burfis of willing wine Diftil nectareous from the grape unpreft.

VOL. LXII.

R

STRAIN

STRAIN THE FIRST.

THE ARGUMENT.

How the King attended. A prospect of happiness. Industry. 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, abufe, end. The variety of nature. The final moral caufe of it. The benefit of man's neceffities. Britain's naval ftores. She makes all Nature serviceable to her ends. Of reafon. Its excellence. How we should form our estimate of things. Reason's difficult task. Why the firft glory hers. Her effects in old Britain.

I.

"OUR Monarch comes! nor comes alone!" What fhining forms surround his throne, O Sun! as planets thee !-To my loud strain See Peace, by Wisdom led, advance;

The Grace, the Mufe, the Seafon, 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 smiling 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 nurst, rear'd by thee, wealth, empire grows; O golden Fruit! oak well might prove

The sacred 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 forest, and the next, a fleet.

VI.

Is floth indulgence? 'Tis a toil;
Enervates man, and damns the foil;
Defeats creation, plunges in distress,
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 fufpend his swift career,
Yet healthy Nature feel her wonted force;
Ere man, his active fprings 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;

Hare, was Trade born, here bred, here flourish'd long:
And ever fhall fhe flourish here:

What though fhe languish'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, she's rous'd, abfolv'd from fears,
Her brow, in cloudless 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, cuftom, tongue, and name!

Again, the travels with the fun,

Again, fhe draws a golden zone

Round earth and main; bright zone of wealth and fame!

XI. Ten