Of fmiling victory that moment won, And Chatham, heart-fick of his country's fhame. They made us many foldiers. Chatham ftill If any wrong'd her. Wolfe, where'er he fought, That his example had a magnet's force, Of old atchievements, and defpair of new. Now hoift the fail, and let the ftreamers float That no rude favour maritime invade 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 lost an empire-let it pass. Insured us maft'ry there, we yet retain 'Tis gen'rous to communicate e your skill To thofe that need it. Foily is foon learn'd: And, under fuch preceptors, who can fail! There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know. The shifts and turns, To which the mind reforts, in chace of terms The mirror of the mind, and hold them fast, Than by the labor and the fkill it coft, Are occupations of the poet's mind So pleafing, 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 retire. His dangers or escapes, and haply find There leaft amusement where he found the most. But is amusement all? ftudious of fong, I would not trifle merely, though the world It may correct a foible, may chastise The freaks of fashion, regulate the dress, But where are its fublimer trophies found? 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, That fear no difcipline of human hands. The pulpit therefore (and I name it, fill'd With folemn awe, that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing) 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 ftands The legate of the skies. His theme divine, His office facred, his credentials clear. |