Y mufe, a bird of pallage, flies

From frozen climes to milder kies ; From chilling blasts the seeks thy chearing beam,

A beam of favour, here deny'd ;

Conscious of faults, her blushing pride Hopes an afylum in so great a name.

II.

* To dive full deep in antient days,

The warrior's ardent deeds to raise, And monarchs aggrandize ;-the glory, Thine;

Thine is the drama, how renown'd!

Thine, Epic's loftier trump to found; But let Arion's fea-ftrung harp be Mine:

But where's his dolphin? Know'ft thou, where!

May that be found in Thee, VOLTAIRE ! Save thou from harm my plunge into the wave:

How will thy name illustrious raise

My finking song ! Mere mortal lays, So patroniz'd, are rescu'd from the grave.

IV.

« Tell me,” say'st thou, “ who courts my smile?

“ What ftranger stray'd from yonder ille ?”No ftranger, Sir! though born in foreign climes ;

On Dorset downs, when Milton's page,

With Sin and Death, provok'd thy rage,
Thy rage provok'd, who footh'd with gentle rhymes ?

V.

Who kindly couch'd thy censure's eye,

And gave thee clearly to descry Sound judgment giving law to fancy strong ?

Who half inclin'd thee to confess,

Nor could thy modesty do less,
That Milton's blindness lay not in his song?

VI.

But such debates long since are flown;

For ever set the suns that shone
On airy pastimes, ere our brows were grey:

How shortly shall we both forget,

To thee my patron, I my debt,
And thou to thine, for Prnja's golden key.

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VII.
The present, in oblivion caft,

Full soon shall sleep, as sleeps the patts
Full foon the wide distinction die between

The frowns, and favours of the great ;

High-flush'd success, and pale defeat ; The Gallic gaiety, and Britifs fpleen.

VIII.

Ye wing'd, ye rapid moments ! ftay:

Oh friend! as deaf as rapid, they; Life's little drama done, the curtain falls !

Doft thou not hear it? I can hear,

Though nothing strikes the listening ear; Time groans his last !* ETERNAL loudly calls !

IX.

Nor calls in vain; the call inspires

Fat other counsels, and desires,
Than once prevail’d; we stand on higher ground:

What scenes we fee ! -Exalted aim !

With ardors new, our spirits fame; Ambition bleft! with more than laurels crown'd.

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