The truly good but with the verse fincere:
They court no flattery, who no cenfure fear.
Such Naffau is, the fairest, gentleft mind,
In blooming youth the Titus of mankind.
Crouds, who to hail thy wish'd appearance ran,
Forgot the prince, to praise and love the man.
Such fenfe with sweetness, grandeur mix'd with ease !
Our nobler youth will learn of thee to please:
Thy bright example shall our world adorn,
And charm, in gracious princes, yet unborn.
Nor deem this verse from venal art proceeds,
That vice of courts, the foil for baneful weeds.
Her candor dwells; here honeft truths are taught,
To guide and govern, not difguife, the thought.
See thefe enlighten'd Sages, who prefide
O'er learning's empire; fee the youth they guide:
Behold, all faces are in transport drest !
But those most wonder, who discern thee best.
At fight of thee, each free-born heart receives
A joy, the fight of princes rarely gives;
From tyrants sprung, and oft themselves defign'd
By Fate, the future Neroes of their kind :
But though thy blood, we know, tranfmitted springs
From laurel'd heroes, and from warrior-kings,
Through that high feries, we, delighted, trace
The friends of liberty, and human race!
Oh, born to glad and animate our Ifle!
For thee, our heavens look pleas'd, our seasons smile. For thee, late object of our tender fears,
When thy life droop'd, and Britain was in tears,
All-chearing Health, the goddess rofy-fair,
Attended by foft funs, and vernal air,
Sought thofe fam'd fprings, where, each afflictive hour,
Difeafe, and age, and pain, invoke her power:
She came; and, while to thee the current flows,
Pour'd all herself, and in thy cup arose.
Hence, to thy cheek, that inftant bloom deriv'd!
Hence, with thy health, the weeping world reviv'd!
Proceed to emulate thy race divine:
A life of action, and of praise, be thine,
Affert the titles genuine to thy blood,
By Nature, daring; but by reafon, good,
So great, fo glorious thy forefathers fhone,
No fon of theirs must hope to live unknown :
Their deeds will place thy virtue full in fight;
Thy vice, if vice thou haft, in ftronger light.
If to thy fair beginnings nobly true,
Think what the world may claim, and thou must do:
The honours, that already grace thy name,
Have fix'd thy choice, and force thee into fame.
Ev'n fhe, bright Anna, whom thy worth has won,
Infpires thee what to feek and what to fhun:
Rich in all outward grace, th' exalted fair
Makes the foul's beauty her peculiar care.
O, be your nuptials crown'd with glad encrease
Of fons, in war renown'd, and great in peace;
Of daughters, fair and faithful, to fupply
The patriot-race, till Nature's felf shall die!
VERSES Occafioned by Dr. FRAZER'S rebuilding Part of the University of ABERDEEN.
N times long paft, ere Wealth was Learning's foe, And dar'd defpife the worth he would not know; Ere mitred pride, which arts alone had rais'd, Thofe very arts, in others faw, unprais'd;
Friend to mankind, a prelate, good and great,
The Mufes courted to this fafe retreat:
Fix'd each fair virgin, decent, in her cell,
With learned leifure, and with peace to dwell.
The fabric finish'd, to the † fovereign's fame,
His own neglecting, he transfer'd his claim.
Here, by fucceffive worthies, well was taught
Whate'er enlightens, or exalts the thought.
With labour planted, and improv'd with care,
The various tree of knowledge flourish'd fair :
Soft and ferene the kindly feasons roll'd,
And Science long enjoy'd her age of gold.
Now, dire reverfe! impair'd by lapfe of
A falling waste the Mufes' feat appears.
O'er her gray roofs, with baneful ivy bound,
Time, fure destroyer, walks his hoftile round
Silent, and flow, and ceaseless in his toil,
He mines each wall, he moulders every pile!
+ Calling it King's College, in compliment to James IV.
Ruin hangs hovering o'er the fated place :
And dumb Oblivion comes with mended pace.
Sad Learning's genius, with a father's fear,
Beheld the total defolation near :
Beheld the Muses stretch the wing to fly;
And fix'd on heaven his forrow-ftreaming eye!
From heaven, in that dark hour, commiffion'd came Mild Charity, ev'n there the foremost name.
Sweet Pity flew before her, softly bright;
At whofe felt influence, Nature smil'd with light. "Hear, and rejoice! — the gracious Power begun➡ "Already, fir'd by me thy favourite fon, "This ruin'd scene remarks with filial eyes; "And, from its fall, bids fairer fabrics rise.
"Ev'n now, behold! where crumbling fragments grey, In duft deep-bury'd, loft to memory lay,
"The column fwells, the well-knit arches bend,
"The round dome widens, and the roofs afcend!
"Nor ends the bounty thus: by him bestow'd,
"Here, Science fhall her richeft ftores unload.
"Whate'er, long-hid, Philofophy has found;
"Or the Mufe fung, with living lawrel crown'd ;.
"Or History defcry'd, far-looking fage,
"In the dark doubtfulness of diftant age;
"Thefe, thy beft wealth, with curious choice combin'd,
"Now treafur'd here, fhall form the ftudious mind?
"To wits unborn the wanted fuccours give,
"And fire the Bard, whom Genius means to live.
"But, teach thy. fons the gentle laws of peace;
Let low Self-love and pedant-Discord ceafe:
"Their object Truth, Utility their aim,
"One focial spirit reign, in all the fame.
"Thus aided arts hall with fresh vigour shoot;
"Their cultur'd blossoms ripen into fruit;
"Thy faded star dispense a brighter ray,
"And each glad Mufe renew her nobleft lay."
WHEN arts and arms, beneath Eliza's finile, Spread wide their influence o'er this happy ifle; A golden reign, uncurs'd with party-rage, That foe to taste, and tyrant of our age; Ere all our learning in a libel lay,
And all our talk, in politics, or play:
The fatesman oft would foothe his toils with wit,
What Spenfer fung, and Nature's Shakespeare writ;
Or to the laurel'd grove, at times, retire,
There, woo the Muse, and wake the moving lyre.
As fair examples, like afcending morn,
The world at once enlighten and adorn;
From them diffus'd, the gentle arts of peace
Shot brightening o'er the land, with fwift encreafe:
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