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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.
* 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:
* Annals of the emperor CHARLES XII, Lewis XIV.
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.
« 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,
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,
But such debates long since are flown;
For ever set the suns that shone
How shortly shall we both forget,
To thee my patron, I my debt,
Full soon shall sleep, as sleeps the patts
The frowns, and favours of the great ;
High-flush'd success, and pale defeat ; The Gallic gaiety, and Britifs fpleen.
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 !
Nor calls in vain; the call inspires
Fat other counsels, and desires,
What scenes we fee ! -Exalted aim !
With ardors new, our spirits fame; Ambition bleft! with more than laurels crown'd.
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