Of fmiling victory that moment won, And Chatham, heart-fick of his country's fhame. If any wrong'd her. Wolfe, where'er he fought, That his example had a magnet's force, And all were fwift to follow whom all loved. Those funs are fet. Oh rife fome other fuch! Of old atchievements, and defpair of new. Now hoift the fail, and let the streamers float Upon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck With lavender, and sprinkle liquid fweets, That no rude favour maritime invade The nose of nice nobility. Breathe foft Ye clarionets, and fofter ftill ye flutes, That winds and waters lull'd by magic founds May May bear us smoothly to the Gallic fhore. True, we have loft an empire-let it pass. And gives his direst foe a friend's embrace. 'Tis gen'rous to communicate your fkill To those that need it. Folly is foon learn'd: And, under fuch preceptors, who can fail! There is a pleasure in poetic pains, To which the mind reforts, in chace of terms The mirror of the mind, and hold them faft, ; Then to difpofe his copies with fuch art Than by the labor and the fkill it coft, Are occupations of the poet's mind So pleasing, and that steal away the thought With fuch addrefs, from themes of fad import, That loft in his own mufings, happy man! He feels th' anxieties of life, denied Their wonted entertainment, all rétire. Such joys has he that fings. But ah! not fuch, His dangers or escapes, and haply find There least amufement where he found the most. But is amusement all? ftudious of long, I would not trifle merely, though the world What vice has it fubdued? whofe heart reclaim'd By By rigour, or whom laugh'd into reform? Alas! Leviathan is not fo tamed: Laugh'd at, he laughs again; and, ftricken hard, Turns to the stroke his adamantine fcales, That fear no difcipline of human hands. The pulpit therefore (and I name it, fill'd Of its legitimate, peculiar pow'rs) Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support and ornament of virtue's cause. There stands the meffenger of truth. There stands The legate of the skies. His theme divine, His office facred, his credentials clear. |