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If thou from Albion's sea-girt shore,
Advent'rous muse, wilt deign to rove, Inclined remotest realms to explore
And soothe the savage soul to love ; Hither wave thy wandering pinion, Here be fix'd thy last dominion.
Warbling in Sylvania's grove, Bright-eyed Euphrosyne ! attend.
If genial peace can aught avail, With all thy graceful charms descend,
And o’er the youthful lyre prevail. Bounteous peace with lavish hand,
To every shore thy blessings strew, O veil the blood-polluted land,
And all thy grateful joys renew. Thy blissful pregnant reign restore,
Ånd calm the breasts of angry kings; Thy horn of Amalthean store
Ope, and expand thy golden wings; Till trade secure her treasure beams,
And science reassumes her shades;
And hinds enjoy their native glades;
And virtuous social deeds inspire;
Form'd this new world, and rear'd her infant fame, Extend anew thy mitigating sway,
And quell the hero's battle-breathing flame. Ye fragrant myrtles, ope your peaceful bowers,
And charm the warrior with your pleasing scenes, Shield him with woodbine's aromatic flowers,
And for his sopha spread your velvet greens.
Too long has war's terrific train,
(The barbed spear and reeking blade)
Made nations rue their chieftains slain,
And sanguined every muse's shade.
To Canada's high towering woods,
From whence the effulgent god of day
To where his setting lustres play-
How has bold Clive, with martial toil,
For Brunswick gain'd the distant soil,
And dash'd th' aspiring hopes of France ?
Heroic Keppel's acts proclaim,
Resound to future times his name.
Britannia's chiefs have conquering shone.
His monarch's high illustrious throne;
Witness, ye plains bedew'd with gore,
So late ambitious Gallia's boast,
Was seen the genius of the coast.
Her fallen towers and vanquish'd host
“ As Niobe (when Juno's hate
I moan my offspring's hopeless fate,
Than did the breast of Hector's sire,
And Ilium blazed with Grecian fire.
Is Louisbourg a ruin'd pile!
Are whelm'd in dust and ashes vile.
Imperial Lawrence heaves with woe, VOL 1. 10
Of many a Gallic chief the grave,
To hoary Neptune's coral cave,
ground. “ What force can Albion's warlike sons dismay,
Dauntless who mingle in the embattled plain ? What toils dishearten, or what dangers stay?
Not rocks, nor deserts, nor the boisterous main! How torn my laurels, by her Wolfe's dread arm!
O’er mountains huge, who chased my armed band, Roused the fierce savage with dire war's alarm,
And hurld his thunder o'er my carnaged land ! No more gay trophies shall emblaze my name, Nor Gallia's realms re-echo with my fame. Lost are those honors which my heroes gain'd, With blood my temples and my domes are stain’d; But men directed by a heavenly hand, 'Tis vain, 'tis mad, 'tis impious to withstand.”'She spoke, and mounting from a lofty height, Westward she wing'd her solitary flight.
Thus has Britannia's glory beam’d,
Where'er bright Phæbus, from his car, To earth his cheerful rays hath stream'd,
Adown the crystal vault of air. Enough o'er Britain's shining arms, Hath victory display'd her charms,
Amid the horrid pomp of warDescend then, Peace, angelic maid,
And smooth Bellona’s haggard brow; Haste to diffuse thy healing aid,
Where'er implored by scenes of woe. Henceforth, whoe'er disturbs thy reign,
Or stains the world with human gore, Be they from earth (a gloomy train :)
Banish'd to hell's profoundest shore ; Where vengeance, on Avernus' lake,
Rages, with furious Até bound; And black rebellion's fetters shake,
And discord's hideous murmurs sound;
Where envy's noxious snakes entwine
Her temples round, in gorgon mood,
Along the flame-becurled flood!
Thus driven from earth war's horrid train
O Peace, thou nymph divine, draw near! Here let the muses fix their reign,
And crown with fame each rolling year. Source of joy and genuine pleasure, Queen of quiet, queen of leisure,
Haste thy votaries to cheer! Cherish'd beneath thy hallow'd rule,
Shall Pennsylvania's glory rise ; Her sons,
bred up in Virtue's school, Shall lift her honors to the skiesA state thrice blest with lenient sway,
Where liberty exalts the mind ; Where plenty basks the live long day,
And pours her treasures unconfined. Hither, ye beauteous virgins tend,
With Arts and Science by your side, Whose skill the untutor'd morals mend,
And to fair honor mankind guide ; And with you bring the graces three,
To fill the soul with glory's blaze; Whose charms give charms to poesy,
And consecrate the immortal laysSuch as, when mighty Pindar sung, Through the Alphean village rung ; Or such as, Meles, by thy lucid fountains flow'd, When bold Mæonides with heavenly transports glow'd. To such, may Delaware, majestic flood,
Lend, from his flowery banks, a ravish'd ear; Such note as may delight the wise and good,
Or saints celestial may endure to hear! For if the muse can aught of time descry,
Such notes shall sound thy crystal waves along,
Nor pure Ilissus boast a nobler song.
Shall rise-and justice light her holy flame.
All hail then, Peace! restore the golden days,
ODE TO MY INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR THOMAS GODFREY.
WHILE you, dear Tom, are forced to roam,
O’er bogs, o'er seas and mountains ;
Of silver prattling fountains,
Must mingle with the bustling throng,
Like any other sinner:
And go without a dinner?
these degenerate days,
Scarce one receives in twenty.
Well might the Roman swan, along
When bless'd with ease and quiet;
And in Falernian riot.
But, dearest Tom ! these days are past,
Where few the muse can relish;
Alone can man embellish.
Then since 't is thus, my honest friend,