"Who longs to reach the radiant plain "Must onward urge his course amain; "For doubly swift the shadow flies, "When 'gainst the gale the pilgrim plies, "At least be firm and undismay'd "Maintain your ground! the fleeting shade "Erelong spontaneous glides away, "And gives you back th' enlivening ray. "Lo, while I speak, our danger past ! "No more the shrill horn's angry blast "Howls in our ear; the savage roar "Of war and murder is no more. "Then snatch the moment fate allows, "Nor think of past or future woes." He spoke; and hope revives; the lake That instant one and all forsake, In sweet amusement to employ The present sprightly hour of joy. Now from the western mountain's brow Compass'd with clouds of various glow, The sun a broader orb displays, And shoots aslope his ruddy rays. The lawn assumes a fresher green, And all was peace, and calm delight. EPITAPH : BEING PART OF AN INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT TO BE ERECTED BY A GENTLEMAN TO THE MEMORY OF HIS LADY. FAREWELL, my best-beloved; whose heavenly mind Genius with virtue, strength with softness join'd; Devotion, undebased by pride or art, With meek simplicity, and joy of heart; Though sprightly, gentle; though polite, sincere ; Thy friends, their pattern, ornament, and boast; ODE ON LORD H**'s BIRTH-DAY. A MUSE, unskill'd in venal praise, Unstain'd with flattery's art; No gaudy wreathe of flowers she weaves, For not on beds of gaudy flowers Thine ancestors reclined, Where Sloth dissolves, and spleen devours All energy of mind. To hurl the dart, to ride the car, To stem the deluges of war, And snatch from fate a sinking land; 'T was this, that raised th' illustrious Line To match the first in fame! A thousand years have seen it shine Have seen thy mighty Sires appear The pride and pattern of the Brave. They triumph'd but to save. The Muse with joy attends their way The vale of peace along; There to its Lord the village gay Renews the grateful song. Yon castle's glittering towers contain No pit of wo, nor clanking chain, |