« PreviousContinue »
Ere yet thy waters meet the briny tide,
And freighted vessels down thy channel ride;
Ere yet thy billows leave their banks behind,
Swell into state, and foam before the wind :
Thy sovereign's emblem! in thy course compleat!
When I behold him in his lov'd retreat,
Where rural scenes their pleasing views disclose,
A fylvan deity the monarch shows;
And if he only knew the woods to grace,,
To rouze the stag, and animate the chace :
While every hour, from thence, liis high commands,
By speedy winds convey'd to various lands,
Control affairs; give weighty councils birth;
And sway the mighty rulers of the earth.
Were lie, our island's glory and defence,
To reign unactive, at the world's expence;
Say, generous Craggs, who then should quell the rage
Of law.less faction, and reform the age ?
Who should our dear-bought liberties maintain ?
Who fix our leagues with France, and treat with Spain ?:
Who check the headstrong Swede; assuage the Czar;
Secure our peace, and quench the northern war ?
The Turk, though he the Christian name defies,
And curses Eugene, yet from Eugene flies;
His cause to Brunswick's equity dare trust;
He knows him valiant, and concludes him just:
He knows his fame in early youth acquir’d,
When turban'd hosts before his sword retir'd.
Thus while his influence to the poles extends,
Or where the day begins, or where it ends,
Far from our coasts he drives off all alarms
And those his power protects, his goodness charms.
Great in himself, and undebas'd with pride,
The sovereign lays his regal state aside,
Pleas'd to appear without the bright disguise
Of pomp; and on his inborn worth relies.
His subjects are his guests; and daily boast
The condescension of their royal host :
While crowds succeeding crowds on either hand,
A ravilh'd multitude, admiring stand.
His manly wit and senfe, with candour join'd,
His speech with every elegance refin’d,
His winning aspect, his becoming ease,
Peculiar graces all, conspire to please,
And render him to every heart approv'd;
The king respected, and the man belov’d.
Nor is his force of genius less admir’d,
When most from crowds or public cares retir’d.
The learned arts, by turns, admittance find;
At once unbend and exercise his mind.
The secret springs of Nature, long conceal'd,
And to the wise by flow degrees reveal'd,
(Delightful search!) his piercing thought descries,
Oft through the concave azure of the skies
His foul delights to range, a boundless space,
Which myriads of celestial glories grace;
Worlds behind worlds, that deep in æther lye,
And funs, that twinkle to the distant eye ;
Or call them stars, on which our fates depend,
And every ruling lțar is Brunswick's friend.
Soon as the rising sun shoots o'er the stream,
And gilds the palace with a ruddy beam,
You to the healthful chace attend the king,
And hear the forest with the huntsmen ring:
While in the dusty town we rule the state,
And from Gazettes determine England's fate
Our groundless hopes and groundless fears prevail,
As artful brokers comment on the mail.
Deafned with news, with politics opprest,
I wish the wind ne'er vary'd from the west.
Secure, on George's councils I rely,
Give up my cares, and Britain's foes defy.
What though cabals are form’d, and impious leagues ?
Though Rome fills Europe with her dark intrigues ?
His vigilance, on every state intent,
Defeats their plots, and over-rules th' event.
But whither do my vain endeavours tend ?
Or how shall I my rash attempt defend ?
Divided in my choice, from praise to praise
I rove, bewilder'd in the pleasing maze.
One virtue mark’d, another I pursue,
While yet another rises to my
Unequal to the task, too late I find
The growing theme unfinish'd left behind,
Thus, the deluded bee, in hopes to drain
At once the thymy treasure of the plain,
Wide ranging on her little pinions toils,
And skims o'er hundred flowers for one she spoils :
When, soon o'erburden'd with the fragrant weight,
Homeward the flies, and fags beneath her freight.
TO LORD CAR TERET,
Departing from DUBLIN. 1726.
EHOLD, Britannia waves her flag on high, B
And calls forth breezes from the western sky,
And beckons to her fon, and smooths the tide,
That does Hibernia from her cliffs divide..
Go, Carteret, go; and, with thee, go along
The nation's blessing, and the poet's song ;
Loud acclamations, with melodious lays,
The kindest wishes, and sincereft praise..
Go, Carteret, go; and bear my joys away!
So speaks the Muse, that fain would bid thee stay :
So spoke the virgin to the youth unkind,
gave his vows, and canvass, to the wind,
And promis’d to return; but never more
Did he return to the Threïcian shore.
Go, Carteret, go : alas, a tedious while.
Haft thou been absent from thy mother-ille ;.
A flow-pac'd train of months to thee and thine,
A Aight of moments to a heart like mine,
That feels perfections, and resigns with pain
Enjoyments I may never know again.
O, while mine eye pursues the fading fails,
Smooth roll, ye waves, and steady breathe, ye gales,
And urge with gentle speed to Albion's strand
A houthold fair, amidst the fairelt land,
24 In every decency of life polite, A freight of virtues, wafting from my fight:
And now farewel, O early in renown,
Illustrious,. young; in labours for the crown, 28
Just, and benign, and vigilant, in power,
And elegant to grace the vacant hour,
Relaxing sweet! Nor are we born to wear
The brow still bent, and give up life to care :-
And thou, mild glory, beaming round his fame,
Francisca, thou, his first, his latest flame;
Parent of bloom ! In pleasing arts refin'd!
Farewel thy hand, and voice, in music.join'd;
Thy courtesy, as soothing as thy fong,
And smiles foft-gleaming on the courtly throng:
And thou, Charissa, hastening to thy prime,
And Carolina, chiding tardy Time,
Who every tender with of mine divide,
For whom I strung the lyre, once laid aside,
Receive, and bear in mind, my fond farewell,
Thrive on in life! and, thriving on, excell!
Accept this token, Carteret, of good-will,
The voice of nature, undebas’d by skill,
These parting numbers, cadenc'd by my grief,
For thy lov'd fake, and for my own relief,
If aught, alas, thy absence may relieve,
Now I am left, perhaps, through life to grieve:
Yet would I hope, yet hope I know not why,
(But hopes and wishes in one balance lie)
Thou may'st revisit, with thy wonted smiles,
Tërna, island set around with illes :
May the same heart, that bids thee now adieu,
Salute thy fails, and hail thee into view!