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« Vaft happiness enjoy thy gay allies!
“ A youth of follies; and old age, of cares :

“ Young, yet enervate ; old, yet never wise ;
“ Vice wastes their vigour, and their mind impairs.

« Vain, idle, delicate, in thoughtless eafe
« Reserving woes for age their prime they spend ;

“ All wretched, hopeless, in the evil days “ With forrow to the verge of life they tend. « Griev'd, with the present; of the past, alham'd: They live, and are despis'd: they die, nor more are nam'd.

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< But with the gods, and godlike men, I dwell: “ Me, his supreme delight, th' almighty Sire

“ Regards well-pleas'd: whatever works excel, 6 All or divine or human, I inspire.

“ Counsel with strength, and industry with art, • In union meet conjoin’d, with me reside :

My dictates arm, instruct, and mend the heart; « The furelt policy, the wifeft guide. “ With me, true friendfip dwells: she deigns to bind * 'Those generous souls alone, whom I before have join’d.


« Nor need my friends the various coftly feast; “ Hunger to them th' effects of art supplies;

“ Labour prepares their weary limbs to reft ; “Sweet is their sleep: light, chearful, Itrong they rise.

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« Thro' health, thro’joy, thro' pleasure and renown, “ They tread my paths; and by a soft descent,

“ At length to age all gently finking down, " Look back with transport on a life well-spent : « In which, no hour few unimprov'd away; « In which, fome generous deed distinguish'd every day.


« And when, the destin'd term at length compleat, “ Their alhes rest in peace; eternal Fame

« Sounds wide their praise: triumphant over fate, “ In facred song, for ever lives their name.

“ This, Hercules, is happiness! Obey
“ My voice, and live. Let thy celestial birth

« Lift, and enlarge, thy thoughts. Behold the way “ That leads to fame; and raises thee from earth « Immortal! Lo, I guide thy steps. Arise, “ Pursue the glorious path; and claim thy native skies.”

Her words breathe fire celestial, and impart
New vigour to his soul, that sudden caught

The generous flame : with great intent his heart
Swells full ; and labours with exalted thought:

The mist of error from his eyes dispell’d,
Thro' all her fraudful arts in clearest light

Sloth in her native form he now beheld;
Unveild, she stood confess'd before his fight;
False Siren! All her vaunted charms, that shone
So fresh erewhile, and fair: now wither’d, pale, and gone.

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No more, the rofy bloom in sweet disguise
Masks her dissembled looks : each borrow'd

grace Leaves her wan cheek; pale fickness clouds her eyes Livid and sunk, and passions dim her face.

As when fair Iris has awhile display'd
Her watry arch, with gaudy painture gay;

While yet we gaze, the glorious colours fade,
And from our wonder gently steal away:
Where shone the beauteous phantom erít so bright,
Now lowers the low-hung cloud; all gloomy to the fight.

But Virtue more engaging all the while
Disclos'd new charms; more lovely, more serene

Beaming sweet influence. A milder smile
Soften'd the terrors of her lofty mien.

“ Lead, goddess, I am thine! (transported cry'd
Alcides :) “ O propitious pow'r, thy way

“ Teach me! poffefs my soul; be thou my guide: " From thee, O never, never let me stray !” While ardent thus the youth his vows address'd; With all the goddess fill'd, already glow'd his breast.


The heav'nly maid, with strength divine endu'd
His daring soul; there all her pow’rs combin'd:

Firm conftancy, undaunted fortitude,
Enduring patience, arm'd his mighty mind.



Unmov’d in toils, in dangers undismay'd,
By many a hardy deed and bold emprize,

From fiercest monsters, thro' her pow'rful aid,
He free'd the earth : thro' her he gain’d the skies.
'Twas Virtue plac'd him in the blest abode;
Crown'd with eternal youth; among the Gods, a God.

An i O DE,



In Imitation of the Sixth ODE of the Third Book

of HORACE. Written in 1746.

1. RITON! the thunder of the wrath divine, [thine,

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Shall burst with tenfold rage on thy devoted head;

Unless with conscious terrors aw'd,

By meek, heart-struck repentance led,
Suppliant thou fall before th' offended God:

If haply yet thou may'st avert his ire;
And stay his arm out-stretch'd to launce the avenging fire.


Did not high God of old ordain,
When to thy grasp he gave the scepter of the main,

That empire in this favour'd land,
Fix'd on religion's folid base should stand?

When from thy struggling neck he broke
Th' inglorious, galling, papal yoke,

Humbled the pride of haughty Spain,
And free'd thee by a woman-hero's hand;

He then confirm’d the strong degree :
" Briton, be virtuous and be free

“ Be truth, be fanctity thy guide : “ Be humble: fear thy God; and fear thou none beside."



Oft has th' offended Pow'r his rifing anger shown:

Led on by his avenging hand
Rebellion triumphs in the land:

(thrown. Twice have her barbarous fons our war-train'd hosts o'er

They fell a cheap inglorious prey;
Th' ambitious victor's boast was half suppreft,

While heav'n-bred fear, and wild dismay, Unman'd the warrior's heart, and reign'd in every breast.


Her arms to foreign lands Britannia bore;

Her arms, auspicious now no more! With frequeut conquests where the fires were crown'd; The fons ill-fated fell, and bit the hostile ground:

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