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So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace,

Thy gentlest influence own,
And love thy favourite name !


Ver. 49. So long, sure-found beneath the sylvan shed,

Shall Fancy, Friendship,Science, rose-lipp'd Health,

T'hy gentlest influence own,
And hymn thy favourite name!


O Thou, who badest thy turtles bear
Swift from his grasp thy golden hair,

And sought'st thy native skies ;
When War, by vultures drawn from far,
To Britain bent his iron car,

And bade his storms arise !


Tired of his rude tyrannic sway,
Our youth shall fix some festive day,

His sullen shrines to burn :
But thou who hear'st the turning spheres,
What sounds may charm thy partial ears,

And gain thy blest return!



O Peace, thy injured robes up-bind!
O rise! and leave not one behind

Of all thy beamy train;
The British Lion, goddess sweet,
Lies stretch'd on earth to kiss thy feet,

And own thy holier reign.


Let others court thy transient smile,
But come to grace thy western isle,

By warlike Honour led;
And, while around her ports rejoice,
While all her sons adore thy choice,

With him for ever wed !




FAREWELL, for clearer ken design'd,
The dim-discover'd tracts of mind;
Truths which, from action's paths retired,
My silent search in vain required !
No more my sail that deep explores ;
No more I search those magic shores ;
What regions part the world of soul,
Or whence thy streams, Opinion, roll :
If e'er I round such fairy field,
Some power impart the spear and shield,
At which the wizard Passions fly;
By which the giant Follies die !



Farewell the porch whose roof is seen
Arch'd with the enlivening olive's green:
Where Science, prank'd in tissued vest,
By Reason, Pride, and Fancy drest,
Comes, like a bride, so trim array'd,
To wed with Doubt in Plato's shade!

Youth of the quick uncheated sight, Thy walks, Observance, more invite !


O thou who lovest that ampler range,
Where life’s wide prospects round thee change,
And, with her mingling sons allied,
Throw'st the prattling page aside,
To me, in converse sweet, impart
To read in man the native heart;
To learn, where Science sure is found,
From nature as she lives around;
And, gazing oft her mirror true,
By turns each shifting image view!
Till meddling Art's officious lore
Reverse the lessons taught before ;
Alluring from a safer rule,
To dream in her enchanted school :
Thou, Heaven, whate'er of great we boast,
Has blest this social science most.




Retiring hence to thoughtful cell,
As Fancy breathes her potent spell,
Not vain she finds the charmful task,
In pageant quaint, in motley mask;
Behold, before her musing eyes,
The countless Manners round her rise;
While, ever varying as they pass,
To some Contempt applies her glass :
With these the white-robed maids combine;
And those the laughing satyrs join!
But who is he whom now she views,
In robe of wild contending hues ?


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