VI. Though like Flora thou array thee, All thy fweetness, all thy fhow. She herself a glory greater Than thy golden fun discloses; ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1717. I. WINTER! thou hoary venerable fire, All richly in thy furry mantle clad; What thoughts of mirth can feeble age infpire, II. Now I fee the reason plain, Spring and Summer next fucceeds; III. While from the frofty mellow'd earth So So dufky night and chaos fmil'd On beauteous form their lovely child. O fair variety! IV. What blifs thou doft fupply! V. Our paffions, like the feafons, turn; VI. Safe beneath her mighty master, Plants her loose foundations fafter, And her forrows past forgets. VII. Happy ifle! the care of heaven, Still with love and duty pay him. VIII. Though VIII. Though he parted from thy fhore, ODE TO PEACE, FOR THE YEAR 1718. THO I. · HOU faireft, fweetest daughter of the skies, Indulgent, gentle, life-restoring Peace! With what aufpicious beauties doft thou rise, And Britain's new-revolving Janus bless! II. Hoary winter fmiles before thee, Hours and feafons all adore thee, And for thee are ever young: Ever, goddess, thus appear, Ever lead the joyful year. III. In thee the night, in thee the day is bleft; IV. Awake IV. Awake the golden lyre, Ye Heliconian choir; And melody infpire At heaven and earth's defire. V. Hark, how the founds agree, With due complacency! VI. Who, by nature's faireft creatures, VII. Peace and the are Britain's treasures, CHO RUS CHORUS. Hail, ye celestial pair! Still let Britannia be your care, And Peace and Carolina crown the year. ODE FOR THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY, 1718. I. H touch the ftring, celestial Muse, and say, Is it in Fate, that one distinguish'd day Should with more hallow'd purple paint the East? II. Look on ife and nature's race! III. How had this glorious morning been forgot, Had not our greatest Cæfar been its lot, IV. Now |