Whether glory fhall inspire
Gentler arts or martial fire,
Still the fair defcent fhall be
Dear to Albion all, like thee,

Patrons of righteous rules, and foes to tyranny.

V.

Ye golden lights who shine on high,
Ye potent planets who afcend the sky,
On the opening year dispense
All your kindeft influence;
Heavenly powers be all prepar'd
For our Carolina's guard;

Short and eafy be the pains,

Which for a nation's weal the heroine fuftains.
Britannia's angel, be thou near;

The growing race is thy peculiar care,
Oh fpread thy facred wing above the royal fair.
George by thee was wafted o'er,

To the long expected shore :

None prefuming to withstand

Thy celeftial armed hand,

While, his facred head to fhade,

The blended cross on high thy filver shield display'd.
VI.

But oh what other form divine
Propitious near the hero feems to fhine!
Peace of inind, and joy ferene,
In her facred eyes are feen,
Honour binds her mitred brow,
Faith and truth befide her go,

With zeal and pure devotion bending low.

A

A thousand storms around her threat,
A thoufand billows roar beneath her feet,

While, fix'd upon a rock, fhe keeps her stable feat.
Still in fign of fure defence,

Trust and mutual confidence,
On the monarch, ftanding by,

Still the bends her gracious eye,

Nor fears her foes approach, while heaven and he are nigh.

VII.

Hence then with every anxious care!
Be gone, pale Envy, and thou cold Despair!

Seek ye out a moody cell,

Where deceit and treafon dwell;

There repining, raging, stili

The idle air with curfes fill;

There blaft the pathlefs wild, and the bleak northern

hill;

There your exile vainly moan;

groan;

There where, with murmurs horrid as your own,
Beneath the sweeping winds, the bending forests,
But thou, Hope, with fmiling chear,
Do thou bring the ready year;
See the hours! a chofen band!

See with jocund looks they stand,

All in their trim array, and waiting for command.

VIII.

The welcome train begins to move,

Hope leads increase and chaste connubial love :

Flora

Flora fweet her bounty spreads,
Smelling gardens, painted meads;
Ceres crowns the yellow plain;
Pan rewards the shepherd's pain;
All is plenty, all is wealth,

And on the balmy air fits rofy-colour'd health.
I hear the mirth, I hear the land rejoice,
Like many waters swells the pealing noise,
While to their monarch, thus, they raise the public voice.
Father of thy country, hail!

Always every where prevail;

Pious, valiant, just, and wise,
Better funs for thee arise,

Purer breezes fan the skies,

Earth in fruits and flowers is-dreft,

Joy abounds in every breast,

For thee thy people all, for thee the year is bleft.

II.

Majefty and great renown

Wait thy beamy brow to crown.

Parent of our hero, thou,

George on Britain didst bestow.
Thee the trumpet, thee the drum,
With the plumy helm, become :
Thee the spear and shining shield,
With every trophy of the warlike field.

II.

Call thy better bleffings forth,
For the honour of his birth:
Still the voice of loud commotion,
Bid complaining murmurs cease,
Lay the billows of the ocean;
And compose the land in peace.
Call thy better, &c.

IV.

Queen of odours, fragrant May,
For this boon, this happy day,

Janus with the double face

Shall to thee refign his place,

Thou shalt rule with better grace:

Time from thee fhall wait his doom,

And thou shalt lead the year for every age to come.

V.

Fairest month, in Cæfar pride thee,
Nothing like him canft thou bring,
Though the Graces fmile befide thee:
Though thy bounty gives the Spring.

VI. Though

VI.

Though like Flora thou array thee,
Finer than the painted bow;
Carolina fhall repay thee

All thy sweetness, all thy show.

VII.

She herself a glory greater

Than thy golden fun discloses;
And her smiling offspring fweeter
Than the bloom of all thy roses.

ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1717.

W

I.

INTER! thou hoary venerable fire,
All richly in thy furry mantle clad ;
What thoughts of mirth can feeble age infpire,
To make thy careful wrinkled brow so glad!

IJ.

Now I fee the reason plain,
Now I fee thy jolly train :
Snowy-headed Winter leads,
Spring and Summer next fucceeds;
Yellow Autumn brings the rear,
Thou art father of the year.

III.

While from the frofty mellow'd earth
Abounding plenty takes her birth,
The conscious fire exulting fees
The feafons fpread their rich increase;