Its Atream divinely clear, and ftrong In fenfe, and found, Thebes roll'd profound; The torrent roar'd, and foam'd along. III. Let Thebes, nor Rome, So fam'd, prefume To triumph o'er a northern ifle; Late time hall know The North can glow, IV. The Naval-crown Is all His own! Our Fleet, if war, or commerce, call, Thro' waves and storms, VII. How mufic charms? How metre warms? Parent of actions, good and brave! How vice it tames? And worth inflames? And holds proud empire o'er the grave? XI. Our ftrains divide The laurel's pride; With those we lift to life, we live ; By fame enroll'd With heroes bold, And fhare the bleffings which we give. XII. What hero's praise Can fire my lays, Like His, with whom my lay begun ? Juftice fincere, "And courage clear, "Rife the two columns of his throne. XIII. "How form'd for sway? "Who look, obey; They read the monarch in his port: "Their love and awe Supply the larv; "And his own luftre makes the court:" XIV. On yonder height, What golden light Triumphant shines ? And fhines alone? Unrivall'd blaze! The nations gaze! 'Tis not the Sun; 'tis Britain's throne. XV. Our XV. Our Monarch, there, Rear'd high in air, Should tempefts rife, difdains to bend ; Like British oak, Derides the ftroke; His blooming honours far extend! XVI. Beneath them lies, With lifted eyes, Fair Albion, like an amorous maid;; While intereft wings Bold foreign kings To fly, like eagles, to his fhade. XVII. At his proud foot The fea, pour'd out, Immortal nourishment fupplies ; Thence wealth and flate, And power and fate, Which Europe reads in GEORGE's eyes. XVIII. From what we view, We take the clue, Which leads from great to greater things: Men doubt no more, But gods adore, When fuch resemblance fhines in kings. I 5 EPISTLES |