But fee! a fudden fore disease Our fovereign's mental functions feize; The fource of publick happiness. Then fadness mark'd each face with grief, Nor med'cine's felf affords relief; Till heaven, in pity to our land, Propitious sent a lenient* hand; Its aid with ardent prayers implor'd, To health th' afflicted king restor❜d. Now rapture fills th' exulting ifle, Our monarch heal'd is lov'd the moreWe felt but half his worth before. His danger only serves to prove Heaven's bounty, and his people's love. * Dr. Willis. WRITTEN IN THE PAVILION, In the LAUREL-GROVE, At BURTON PYNSENT, JULY 1786. IMPROMPTU. THE HE British flag, triumphantly display'd, Throughout the world great Chatham's fame convey'd: Our finking credit, and our funds restor❜d, An equal triumph to young Pitt afford. * Or civick crown formed of oak leaves, "ob cives fervatos." A WINTER-DAY's JOURNEY; OR, THE STAGE OF LIFE! WRITTEN AT AN INN, 1787. AT early dawn, fresh rising with the sun, With spirits gay, my journey I begun : Thro' rough and smooth, 'midst sunshine, rain or snow, O'er hill and dale, full merrily I go. At noon I halt, refresh my weary steed; Pleas'd I difmount, become a welcome gueft, Yet, while my languid frame its strength renews, In youth's fair feason, thus alert and gay, Yet hope in pleasure's favour turns the scale: No further profpect now the wretch can have A SUMMER-DAY's PLEASURE, AT CY, NEAR BATH. DEEP in a vale, 'midft pendant woods, Of noise and show-which nothing mean; This, as his journey he pursues, The traveller at a distance* views; And, though impatient to proceed, Charm'd with the landscape, checks his fteed; L From the Wells road. |