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Thee the voice, the dance obey,
With antic Sports, and blue-ey'd Pleafures,
Frisking light in frolic meafures;
Now purfuing, now retreating,
Now in circling troops they meet;
To brilk notes in cadence beating,
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare t
Where'er she turns, the Graces homage pay.
With arms fublime, that float upon the air,
In gliding state lhe wins her eafy way:
O'er her warm cheek, and rifmg bofom, move
The bloom of young defire, and purple light of love.
Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and penury, the racks of pain, Difeafe, and forrow's weeping train; And death, fad refuge from the storms of fate; The fond complaint, my fong, difprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her fpectres, wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they fpy,and glitt'ring shafts of waj. II. 9. v
In climes beyond the folar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Mufe has broke the twilight gloom, To cheer the fliiv'ring native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundlefs forests laid, She dpigns to hear the favage youth repeat, Isl loofe numbers, wildly fweet, Their fcather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddefs roves, Glory purfues, and gen'rous lhame, Tli' unconquerable mind, and Freedom's holy 1
Woods, that wav'd o'er Delphi's steep;
Far froiji the fun and fummer-gale,
Nor fecond he, that rode fublime
With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long refounding pace*
Mark, his hands the lyre explore!
tti, lyre divme! what daring fpirit
Thy fpirit, Independence, let me lharef
JLord of the lion-heart aud eagle-eye,
Thy steps I follow, with my bofom bare,
Kor heed the storm that howls along the (kyi
Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
A Goddefs, violated, brought thee forth,
Immortal Liberty, whofe look fublime
Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in ev'ry varying clime;
What time the iron-hearted Gaul,
With frantic Superstition for his guide,
jkrm'd with the dagger and the pall,
The fon* of WoUeu to the sield defy'd;
The ruthlefs hag, by Wefer's flood,
In Heaven's name tirg'd th' infernal blow;
And red the ftream began to flow:
The vanquish'd were baptiz'd with blood.*
The Saxon prince in horror fled
The Curlieu fcream'd; the Tritons blew
* Charlemagne obliged 4000 Saxon prisoners to embrace the Christian religion, and immediately after they were baptized ordered their throats to be cut. Their prince V'itikl&d ted fut shelter to Gotrick kiug of Denmark.