Lov'st thou yon calm and filent flood, From each tempeftuous wind that blows? An altar on its bank fhall rife, Where oft thy votary shall be found; What time pale Autumn lulls the skies, And fickening verdure fades around. Ye bufy race, ye factious train, That haunt Ambition's guilty shrine No more perplex the world in vain, But offer here your vows with mine. And thou, puiffant Queen be kind : - If e'er I fhar'd thy balmy pow'r; If e'er I fway'd my active mind, To weave for Thee the rural bow'r; Diffolve in fleep each anxious care; And only let me wake to share ; The sweets of Friendship and of Love. ODE 1 ODE to HEALTH, 1730. By the Same. HEALTH, capricious maid! Why doft thou fhun my peaceful bow'r, Where I had hope to share thy pow'r, And bless thy lafting aid? Since thou, alas! art flown, It'vails not whether Mufe or Grace, Age not forbids thy ftay; Thou yet might'st act the friendly part; Thou fcorn'ft the city-air; I breathe fresh gales o'er furrow'd ground, O falfe! O partial fair! B2 33 I plunge There was, there was a time, I did not rue the crime. Who Who then more bleft than me? When the glad school-boy's tafk was done, How jovial then the day! What fince have all my labours found, Wert thou, alas! but kind, Methinks no frown that Fortune wears, Whate'er my stars include; Repair this mouldering cell, Temperance fhould guard the doors; From room to room should Memory firay, And, ranging all in neat array, Enjoy her pleafing ftores 'There H! what is Science, what is Art, A or what the pleafure thefe impart ? Or Ye trophies which the Learn'd purfue What can the tedious tomes bestow, Say, wretched Fancy! thus refin'd The |