XI. O shame to human life, to human laws! The loose adventurer, hireling of a day, Who his fell sword without affection draws, Whose God, whose country, is a tyrant's pay, This man the lessons of the field can learn ; Can every palm, which decks a warrior, earn, And every pledge of conquest: while in vain, To guard your altars, your paternal lands, Are social arms held out to your free hands: Too arduous is the lore; too irksome were the pain. XII. Meantime by Pleasure's lying tales allur'd, From the bright sun and living breeze ye stray; And deep in London's gloomy haunts immur'd, Brood o'er your fortune's, freedom's, health's decay. O blind of choice and to yourselves untrue! The young grove shoots, their bloom the fields renew, The mansion asks its lord, the swains their friend; While he doth riot's orgies haply share, Or tempt the gamester's dark, destroying suare, Or at some courtly shrine with slavish incense bend. XIII. And yet full oft your anxious tongues complain That lawless tumult prompts the rustic throng: That the rude village-inmates now disdain Those homely ties which rul'd their fathers long Alas! your fathers did by other arts Draw those kind ties around their simple hearts, Won them the ancient manners to revere, To prize their country's peace, and heaven's due rites fulfil. XIV. But mark the judgment of experienc'd Time, Tutor of nations. Doth light discord tear A state? and impotent sedition's crime? The powers of warlike prudence dwell not there; The powers who to command and to obey, Instruct the valiant. There would civil sway The rising race to manly concord tame? Oft let the marshal'd field their steps unite, And in glad splendour bring before their sight One common cause and one hereditary fame. XV. Nor yet be aw'd, nor yet your task disown, Though war's proud votaries look on severe; Though secrets, taught erewhile to them alone, They deem profan'd by your intruding ear. Let them in vain, your martial hope to quell, Of new refinements, fiercer weapons tell, And mock the old simplicity, in vain : To the time's warfare, simple or refin'd, The time itself adapts the warrior's mind; And equal prowess still shall equal palms obtain. XVI. Say then, if England's youth, in earlier days, Why dread the foreign mercenary's pride? They saw their standard fall, and left their monarch bound. XVII. Such were the laurels which your fathers won; Such glory's dictates in their dauntless breast: Is there no voice that speaks to every son? No nobler, holier call to you address'd? O! by majestic Freedom, righteous Laws, By heavenly Truth's, by manly Reason's cause. Awake; attend; be indolent no more: By friendship, social peace, domestic love, Rise; arm; your country's living safety prove; And train her valiant youth, and watch around her shore. ODE XII. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS, I. THY verdant scenes, O Goulder's Hill, And bid the springs of life with gentler movement play. II. How gladly 'mid the dews of dawn What shrub perfumes the pleasant wind, grove. III. Now, ere the morning walk is done, The distant voice of Health I hear Welcome as beauty's to the lover's ear. "Droop not, nor doubt of my return," she cries; "Here will I, 'mid the radiant calm of noon, Meet thee beneath yon chestnut bower, And lenient on thy bosom pour [skies." That indolence divine which lulls the earth and IV. The goddess promis'd not in vain. I found her at my favourite time; Nor wish'd to breathe in any softer clime, While (half-reclin'd, half-slumbering as I lay) She hover'd o'er me. Then, among her train Of Nymphs and Zephyrs, to my view Thy gracious form appear'd anew, [day. Then first, O heavenly Muse, unseen for many a V. In that soft pomp the tuneful maid I saw her hand in careless measures move; New colours clothe external things, VI. O Goulder's Hill, by thee restor'd Once more to this enliven'd hand, My harp, which late resounded o'er the land And send a less-ambitious lay Of friendship and of love to greet thy master's car. |