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Did foon the terrors of his vengeance prove ;
His injur'd juftice will overtake his foes,
And punifh ail who dare his pow'r oppofe :
Long in a dungeon's dreary depth they lay.
Shut from the radiance of the chearful day ;
Where galFng chains their captive limbs confin'd.
And wafting anguifli prey'd upon the mind.
But when to heav'n they lift their ardent pray*r.
And all the miferies of their itate declare ;
Sincerely fwell the penitential figh.
And for offended mercy loudly cry :
The God of nlercy fends a quick relief.
And fongs of triumph foon difpel their grief :
He breaks their bands, wipes all their tears away.
And on their darknefs pours reviving day.

Oh ! that the nations, with united voice,
W ould in the mercies of the Lord rejoice ;
His holy name in hallelujahs blefs.
And all the wonders of his pow'r confefs !

The guilty wretch is punifli'd for his fm ;
A wouridedconfcience tortures him within;


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With growing horror, aggravated fear,
He fees the ftroke of death already near :
Then, if to God his forrowing foul returns.
And with contrition deep her trefpafs mourns,
The ear of pity waits on his diftrefs,
And ready pardon will repentance blefs :
The hand of mercy ftops the hand of death,
The voice of love recalls his fleeting breath.

Oh ! that the nations, with united voice.
Would in the mercies of the Lord rejoice ;
His holy name in Hallelujahs blefs,
And all the Vv^onders of his pow'r confefs f

Thofe who in fhips purfue their dangerous way
Thro' the vafl empire of tlie tracklefs fea.
Behold the pow'r of Heav'n's almighty king,
And with a fearful awe his praifes fmg.
At his tremendous word the billows rife.
And clouds glide fwiftly thro' the floating fkies j
Sulphureous lightnings dart from pole to pole.
And o'er the burden'd aether heavy thunders roll j
The howling tempefl: feems to fhake the globe,
Whilft troubled nature wears her darkeft robe :
Yet doth the little bark the tumult brave,
And on the white top of the burfling wave
Quivering ?aQ hangs — her mafts the clouds divide.
And from beneath, hell opes her portals wide :
Confufion reigns o'er all the watry realm ;
Th' aftoniih'd feamen quit the ufelefs helm ;

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With growing terrors are their bofoms fill'd.
And in their veins the purple currents chill'd :
In their diflrefs to God they lift their pray'r,
And tho' the tempeft roars, the Lord will hear :
The fame dread word that fweli'd the boiling main,
Commands a calm, and all is fmooth again 5
Their terrors vanilh, whilft propitious gales
Swift to the port impel their fwelling fails.

Oh ! that the nations with united voice.
Would in the mercies of the Lord rejoice ;
His holy name in hallelujahs blefs.
And all the wonders of his pow'r confefs !

The fruitful land is blafled for the fm
Of the rebellious race that dwell therein :
The fprings forget to flow, the clouds to pour.
Upon the parched plains their wat'ry flore ;
In vain the hufbandman with patient toil
Provokes to plenty the unyielding foil ^
The drooping plant withered and barren dies,
Whilil all its vegetative moifture dries.

But unexhaufled plenty from the Lord
Attend on thofe, who by his holy word
Direfl their fteps — for them fliail gardens grow
In defert wilds and bubbling fountains flow :
Their flocks, their herds, their vineyards (hall increafc.
And fmiling plenty dwell with gentle peace.


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Such are the blelTings that await the jufl.
The lot of thofe who place in God their trufl: :
Then let the wife by virtue hope to prove.
The lafting mercies of his endlefs love :
For who can bear of guilt the fecret fting,
Or dare to vengeance Heav'ns almighty king.


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An E L E G Y.

»acre£) to the memory of


X W A S evening mild — the fun^s declining ray.

No longer flamed from the weflern Iky ;
But ftars contended with the fading day.

And creeping twilight boded darknefs nigh.
With wand'ring ftep, flow pace and penfive look,

I fought the filence of the darkfome grove ;
Where weeping forrow fwells the murmuring brook.

And contemplation, lonely, loves to rove:
In the deep gloom the fudden founds I hear

Of dulcet prelude from the warbling lyre -,
The voice of woe flole plaintive on my ear.

And thus accorded to the trembling wire : #

«' Let proud ambition with her faithlefs throng,
As int'refl points, addrefs the venal fong 5
Still in the paths of laboured flattery toil,
And feek for virtue in a barren foil.


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Let it be thine, my artkfs mnfe, to ralfe.

To modeil: merit, well defer ved praife ^

For gocvdnefs loft, to bid thy numbers flow.

In the fmooth ilrains of tinafle<^ed woe,—

From biolTom'd hopes, and life's moft iiow'ry height.

See Martinis fpirit wings eternal fiight ;

Not wifdom, truth, and inaocence combin'd,

A gracefol perfoc, an iaformed mind

Prevent the ilroke — ^hc meets a hady doom ;

Death ihrouds his riilng glories in the tomb ^

Mourn then, my mnfe, in flraios elegiac monrn.

And deck With cjpreis his ontimely urn.

In vain for thee, beloved youth, in vain.
We ftrove the heights of fcience to attain ;
Say, can I e'er forget thofe biiisfui days,
* When hand in hand we trod the fiow^Vy maze?
Say, can I e'er forget the warmth divine
That from thy heart did in each a^ftion ihine ?
Each winmng grace, and all thy pow'r to move
By foft perfaalioQ, liodiilembied love :
Thy ilreagth of reaioQ paffion to contronl.
And tlie fweet temper of thy yielding foul j
Thy Heady friend iMp, ientiments refin'd.
With aii the gentle virtues of thy mind.
Oh ! fate fevere \ jaft to o'ercome the toil
Of early life, and iee the profpecl fmile
With dawning biifs ; — ^but never to enjoy —
Too fudden (hades the rifing fcene deilroy.


♦ He was fellow (Indent with theauthor.

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Twas thus * the Prophet, by divme commaiidj
From Pifgah's top beheld the promised land r
He faw — and died ; for fo did Heav'n ordain —
But Go</isjuft, and let not man complain.

♦ Mofes.


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Ak etpitaph.

For an Infant.

^LEEP on, fweet babe I no dreams annoy thy reft.

Thy fpirit flew unfullied from thy breaft :

Sleep on, fweet innocent ! nor Ihalt thou dread

The pafling ftorm that thunders o'er thy head :

Thro' the bright regions of yon azure iky,

A winged feraph, now (he foars on high ;

Or, on the bofom of a cloud reclin'd.

She rides triumphant on the rapid wind ;

Or from its fource purfues the radiant day i

Or on a fun-beam, fmoothly glides away j

Or mounts aerial, to her bleft abode.

And fmgs, infpir'd, the praifes of her God :

Unveiled, thence, to her extenlive eye,

Nature, and Nature's Laws, expanded lie :

Death, in one moment, taught this infant more

Than years or ages ever taught before.


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I G H raised in aether, from her Hlver thranc.
The moon in melancholy mildnefs fhone ;
Nor voice, nor found difturb'd the mid-night hou%.
Save the fad fouth-wind murm'ringin thebow'r ;
When fable clad, with flow and penfive mien,
Nardja lonely pafs'd the duflcy green :
All wan with wafting grief, forfook her bed.
And fought the filent manfions of the dead 5
Her bofom heavM with many a deep drawn figh.
And the big tear ftood trembling in her eye ;
Then from her lips thus broke the voice of woe— -
Then planets liften'd, and the moon mov'd ilow»


Farewell to all that promised joy j
No flatt'ring hopes my thoughts employ y
A wounded heart bleeds in my breall:,
And death alone can give me reft.


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And thou, lamented youth, farewell I
With thee the fmiring profpecl fell •,
Sad o'er thy grave, broods black defpair,
For all my hopes lie buried there.

But now thy form mov'd in my fight,
I glow'd with love and dear delight •,
Thy bofom burn'd with equal fire.
With equal pangs of foft delire.

But now I deck'd me for thy bride ;
Elate in youth and beauty's pride.
My throbbing heart beat quick alarms,
Whilfl blifs approach'd in Damon^s arms.

A voice foon flrikes my ftartled ear,
Whofe difmal accents yet I hear ;
Forbear, fond maid, forbear, it cries.
For Damon ^ thy lov'd Damon^ dies.

All flrength forfakes my tott'ring frame ;
My tongue fcarce utters Damon's name *,
Proflrate I fall ; my eye-balls roll.
And anguifh wrings my tortur'd foul.

Yet, yet I hear the deep ton'd bell.
With minute flrokes tell out his knell ;
My fwelling heart grows big with grief.
And not one tear vouchfafes relief.

Oh ! if beneath yon pale moon's fphere,
Thy lambent fpirit floats in air,


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WItnefs my fights, hear me complain,
And pity my unequal'd pain.

Whilft bitter grief and pining woe,
And welcome death at lafl: will Ihow,
How hard their fate who ever prove
The pangs of dif appointed love.


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Containing a Dialogue* and Ode, facred to the memory of hii
late gracious majefty George II. — Performed at the public
commencement in the College of Philadelphia, May 1761.

The Ode Jet to mujtc by F H-


W HAT means that look of woe, the head reclin'd,

Thofe folded arms with which I meet Amyntor ?

That eye, which wont with love and fparkling joy,

To beam munificent on ev'ry friend ;

Why bends it thus in forrow to the ground.

As if no view could pleafe but dufl and earth ?


All things, Eugenio, are but dufl and earth !
E'en kings themfelves — thofe demi-gods enthroned,
Rulers of empire, thunder-bolts of war.
At whofe avenging nod the guilty tremble,
Nations are doomM, and millions live or die —
E'en kings, themfelves, are nought but duft and earth !


Who knows not that, Amyntor ? But why damp

This ieflive day with fuch untimely leflures }


* The dialogue bv th« rev. Dr. Smith.

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A M Y N T O R.

What feftive day can Britain or her fons
Now celebrate? The voice of joy is fled.
Let no rafli hand with myrtle or with bay.
Or other flaunting foHage of the grove
Prefume to deck thefe walls. Come baleful yew,
And weeping cyprefs, from your midnight fliades !
None other wreathe but your's from hill or dale
Be pluck'd to circle academic brow.
See pale Britannia on the wave-worn fliore,
Incumbent o'er her mafly trident weeps ;
And fond I'erne^ fifler of her grief,
Calls from her harp fad notes of Doric ftrain.
From pole to pole, far as old ocean heaves
His troubled waves, and bears the Br'itip flag,
The voice of woe is heard. E'en here remote.
The awful genius of thefe barbarous woods.
That wont to roam from Indian height to height
With nature's felf, in frolic ever new.
Tears from his hoary head his feather'd crown,
And breaks his arrows, and his quiver rends.


In myfliic words, and metaphoric fl:rains.
Why would Amyntor fl:rive to hide the caufe
Of fuch unbounded forrow ?


■ No, Eugenio I

Amyntor would not hide, but fpeak the caufe,
Could words be found to meafure forth his grief.


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And eale his lab'ring breaft. The god-like George^
The friend of freedom, and the fcourge of tyrants.
The father of his country — fleeps in diifl: ;
Of import dreadful from Britannia's coaft.
Confirmed and full, the mournful tidings come,

E U G E N I O.

Illuflrious monarch ! not the Roman boail.
The gen'rous Titus^ joy of human kind ;
Nor names of later date, William and Henry^
Or Alfred's felf, (hall fill a brighter page
In fame's eternal roll, than Ihall the name
Of gracious George, Beneath his equal fway
Opprejfion was not ; Jujlice pois'd her fcale ;
No law was trampled, and no right deny'd :
The merchant flourifh'd, and the peafant fmil'd.
And, oh ! my friend, to what amazing height
Of fudden grandeur did his nurling care
Up-raife thefe colonies ; beyond whate'er
Of ancient or of modern times is told.
Prepare we then, due elegies to frame.
Such as may well accord to heart of woe.

A M Y N T O R.

That work is done. Behold the goodly choir.
With voice united to the deep-ton'd note
Of fwelling organ, rife in aft to fing
The confecrated lay — Hark ! hark ! they ftrike ! —


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W HY looks the vifionary maid fo fad.
Ah I why, Britannia^ thus in fable clad ?
Oh ! fpeak the caufe from whence fuch forrows flow,
That, by partaking, we may eafe thy woe.


Lend, lend your tears, ye virgin train.
Let mufic fwell her fofteft flrain !
Oh ! make the folemn dirge refound.
And fpread religious forrow round —
With me the deep-felt lofs deplore —
My fon 1 my fon ! is now no more !


Then let the folemn dirge begin,

"Whilfl: we our voices join.
To fwell the tend' reft note of grief.

And mix our woe with thine.

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A Jlow fymphony.

The glorious fun, Britannia's king,

Withdraws his golden light :
His fetting ray-
Glides fwift away,

And yields to conq'ring night.

Down in the deep and dreary tomb
His mortal part mufl lie •,

And ev'ry bell

Now tolls his knell.
Tears flow from every eye.

Far o'er the wild and wat'ry waftcj
Hear the loud cannons roar j

'Till winds convey

The founds away.
That die along the ftiore.

But, lo ! his fainted foul afcends
High thro' th' etherial road ;

And Briton^s fighs

Like incenfe rife.
To waft him to his God.


How foft the pow'r of mufic to affuage
The pangs of grief ! like balm of coflly price
Pour'd o'er the ftreaming wound. Since then, my friend,
Due tribute has beeu paid to royai worth,

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And royal dnlT: ; it boots us not to fpend
Our fleeting hours in unavailing forrow.
See ! by the bounty of all ruling heav'n,
Another George to happy Britons giv'n :
Gay youth and glory beam around his throne.
And glad Britamna claims him as her own.
Let us embrace what heav*n in kindnefs gives,
Since George the Second in the Third jftill lives.


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Containing a Dialogue * and Ooe, on the accefiion of hisprc-
fent gracious majefty George III, — Performed at a public
commencement in the College of Philadelphia, May, 1763.

The Ode Jet te tniific by F — ^ H"


JljNOUGH, ye fons of fclence ! honours meet
At your maternal fhrlne have now been paid.
From the fair font of Helicon divine
Pure living flreams, enraptured, have ye drawn.
Of claffic lore, and bade them copious flow,
To grace the profpefts of this feflive day.
Meanwhile, each patriot eye with tranfport gaz'd;j
Each friend of worthy of fcience, and of man.
With cheering fmiles their filent plaudit gave.

Say then, my friends, have ye no chaplets weav'd.
No jocund fong prepar'd of fprightlieft ftrain,
To crown the labours of the learned tribe,
And footh with warblings fweet the parting eari

E U G E N I O.

Yes, my Lorenzo, grateful will we pay

F* All

* The dialogue by the rev. Mr. Duche.

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All feemly tribute to this glad occafion :
Nor chaplets gay, nor fong of fprightlieft flraiii
Will we refufe. See good Amyntor's eye
Sparkles with joy, and fpeaks fome rapt'rous theme.

A M Y N T O R.

What theme more joyous, or can better fuit
The glad return of this aulpicious day,
Than that which occupies my prefent thought,
And which the faithful index of my heart
Pointed to thy difcerning ? — Know, Eugenio,
The joy that fports in thy Amyntor's breaft.
And o'er his vifage fpreads this placid fmile,
Springs from no other fource than the loud fame
Of his young monarch's worth. — Be this our theme*


And is it thus, Amyntor ? ah ! how foon
To founds of grief fucceeds the voice of joy !
And gilded trappings to the garb of woe.
Far other fcenes thy lab' ring breaft difclos'd,
When laft I met thee at thefe annual rites :
With vifage wan, with dark and downward brow.
When royal duft receiv'd the duteous tear ;
When trembled with the dirge this ftately dome.
And gloom'd thefe hallow' d walls with wreaths funereal*


Oh ! name it not, my friend ! all cuftom'd dues
To majefty entomb'd were then difcharg'd.
To dwell defponding on the mournful theme,


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Or hang like ftatiies o'er the kingly urn,

Pale, motionlefs as marble ; this were impious 5

A cenfure weak and rafti of heav'n's decree.

Shout then, ye favour'd race, ye fons of freedom,

Bound ev'ry heart with joy, and ev'ry breaft

Pour the warm tribute of a grateful praife !

For o'er the realms of Britain reigns lupreme

The darling of his people, George the Good,

Bright clufl'ring round his throne the virtues fland

In meet array, obfequious at his call,

To fly, triumphant, thro* his wide domain.

And deal their falutary influence round.


Thrice happy monarch ! fkill'd in ev'ry art
To win a nation's fmile, and fix their love.
Thy youthful bloflbms are the earnefl:s fure
Of future glories to thy native land.
Hence, in the mighty rolls of Britijh fame.
Thy reign fhall fhine difl:inguifli'd mid the refl:,
By deeds of valour, piety, and love.

A M Y N T O R.

Nor only in the fphere of royalty.
The wife exertions of his kingly pow'r.
Doth George illufl:rious move : each milder virtue,
Each foft endearing fcene of private Hfe
His tender foul embraces : modefl: worth,
Grace unaflefted, true fimpHcity,
With dignity combin'd, each namelefs joy
That Hymen twines around his filken bands.


He meets with trarifport in his Charlotte* s arms.
The pleafmg partner of his heart and throne.

But let us not in fond and growing parley
Thus wafte the day. — Begin ye choral band,
For whom the feftive fong hath ben prepared.
And with loud Poeans rend the vaulted roof.


BRIGHT afcending to the fkies,

See Britannia s glory rife !

Ceafe your forrows, ceafe your fears,

Night recedes and day appears ;
Another George majeilic fills her throne,
And glad Britannia calls him all her own.


Let the tuneful chorus join,
And high their voices raife.
To celebrate in notes divine.
The youthful monarchs praife.


Rejoicing fcience with each polifh'd art.
Beneath his reign fliall with fuccefs confpirc
To form the manners, humanize the heart.
And virtuous thoughts, and virtuous deeds infpire.


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The fweets of liberty (hall care beguile,
And jiiftice ftill her happy influence fpread,
Religion cheer him with a facred fmile,
And bid the crown fit lightly on his head.


Let the tuneful chorus join,
And high their voices raife.
To celebrate in notes divine
The pious monarch's praife.


See refplendent at his fide,
Joyful fits his royal bride :
Glowing youth and beauty join
To make the fair confpicuous (liine :
Ev'ry virtue warms her bread — ■
How is Britain'' s monarch bleft !
Unfullied blifs fhall crown the royal pair,
The gsod 2Lnd great are heaven's peculiar care.


Let the tuneful chorus join,
And high their voices raife,
To celebrate in notes divine
The happy monarch's praife.


Rough war (hall humbly at his feet
Her bloody laurels lay ;


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Him gentle peace fhall kindly greet,
And fmile beneath his fway.


Hail ! Britain, hail ! thefe golden clays j

Illuftrious fhalt thou fhine ;
For George (hall gain immortal praife.
And, Britain^ George is thine.
To diftant time he fhall extend his name.
And give thy glories to a deathlefs fame.


Let the tuneful chorus join.
And high their voices raife.
To celebrate in notes divine.
The BritiJJj monarch's praife.


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An ode

Defigned for a public commencement in the college of


W^HEN heav'n fpreads bleffings with unfparlng hand,
And fmiling plenty crowns thejoyfuUand,
The happy peafants tune their ruftic lay,
And back to heav'n their grateful tribute pay :
And fhall not we enraptur'd fnatch the lyre,
And fing to ftrains v/hlch thankful hearts infpire,
When heav'n confents, and men unite to blefs
This feat of fcience with enfur'd fuccefs ?


Rife ! rife ! ye fons of fcience, rife !
Your loudefl drains employ ;

With glowing fire,

Attune the lyre
To gratitude and joy.


* Hail to the king ! whofe virtuous heart
Direfts his lib'ral hand.


* His gracious majefty George III. who granted a brief for making
a collection through the kingdoms of England, Scotland and hcland,
for the benefit of this inflitution.

To ft retch o'er wide extending Teas,
And blefs a diftant land.
Oh ! let the numerous throng that daily prove
The iweet eifefirs of his paternal love,
Unite their hearts in one accord and fing
In acclamations loud, Hail u the king !


Rife f rife I ye fons of fcience, rife !
Your loudefl ilrains employ ;
Vfith glowing fire,
Attune the lyre
To gratitude and joy.


* A genVous throng demands our love.

Who in a defer t wild.
Heard infant fcience cry for help,
And nurs'd the drooping child :
Tho* men forget, hcav'n will the deed record,
And to their race extend the blefl reward.


Rife \ rife ! ye fons of fcience, rife !
Your loudefl flrains employ ;

With glowing fire.

Attune the lyre
To gratitude and joy.

Ai r.

♦ The many benefa6tors who freely contributed on this occafion.

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And can the mufe forget his * toll,

Who compafs'd fea and land
To rear the tender plant which oft
Had felt his pruning hand ?
Oh ! let his care and unexampled love,
Our jufl returns of warm afFe£lion move I


Rife ! rife ! ye fons of fcience, rife !
Your loudefl {trains employ j
With glowing fire,
Attune the lyre
To gratitude and joy.


* The rev. Dr. Smith, v/ho carried about the brief and received
t^ie contributions.

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Humbly infcribed to the Trapes, ProwJIy Vice Provojf, and Profejfon
in the College and Academy of Philadelphia.

JDoBrina fed vim pramovet infitam,

Re^ique cultus pe5lora rohorant. HoR.



To the Trufteesy Pro'vojly Vice Provofi, Sec.


It is not without great expe6lations from your candour and in-
dulgence that I am encouraged to lay this little Poem at your feet.

I do not fla'ter myfelf that your inftitution will hereby gain any
auditional liiflre, but I would take tlrs opportunity of publicly
acknowledging my affe61ion and gratitude to that feat of Science,

May all your undertakings for its advancement meet with more
than expc61cd fucccfs ; and may it never want friends to fupport
it with equal zeal, but greater abilities, than I canboaft.

I am, Gentlemen,
Your much obliged

And humble fervant,

F. H.


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'ODDESS fublime ! on whofe adventurous wing.
Like the fweet lark, fleet fancy mounts to fmg *,
Whether it chance to pleafe thee, youthful queen.
With airy flep to grace the rural fcene ;
Or foftly languifh thro' the breezy grove,
In all the dying tendernefs of love :
Whether thro' fome untrodden flow'ry v/ay,
With contemplation mild, thou lov'il to flray ;
Or on a tempeft's rapid fury rife.
And dip thy plumage in thewat'ry fkies ;
Or moon-light wand'ring by the wave worn Ihore
Wait on old Ocean's melancholy roar :
Where'er thou art, once more my pray'r attend j
Once more celeftial mufe thy influence lend.

Fair fcience foft'ning with reforming hand.
The native rudcnefs of a barb'rous land :
Her radiant throne uprais'd by pow'r divine.
Her num'rous fons low bending at her Ihrine.
Joyful I fmg — oh ! may my numbers feem
To flow inlpir'd, and equal to my theme.


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\t friends of learnings patronize my fong,
To you the tributary flrains belong :
But chiefly*, thou beneath whofe gentle fway
The mufe delights to tunc her grateful lay :
Gladfcience, thee, fhall her Maecenas hail,
Wifdom fliall Imile and heav'nly truth prevail I
In yonder dome — it boafts no pompous name.
Yet not the lefs ihall fill the page of fame.
Bright fcience dwells — how honour'd the retreat.
Where fcience deigns to fix her fav'rite feat.
High from the throne Ihe beams celeflial day *,
And diilant lands confefs th' enliv'ning ray :
The graces ever in her prefence fland
And virtue blooms beneath her nurfmg hand.

There firft her youthful vot'ry learns to pleafc
By jufl expreffion and becoming eafe —
Delightful talk, with early care to teach
The lifping tongue propriety of fpeech.
See on the ftage the little hero ftands,
With eyes uplifted, with extended hands :
Or from his lips Pope's liquid numbers flow.
In ftreams mellifluous — See the confcious glow
Burns on his cheek — perhaps the ftrains infpire
The infant raptures of poetic fire :
Perhaps 'tis modefty, with native grace,
Calls forth the rofes in his youthful face :

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