There mighty nations fhall inquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come;
There Kings fhall fue, and fuppliant States be feen
Once more to bend before a British Queen.

Thy trees, fair Windfor! now fhall leave their woods,
And half thy forefts rush into thy floods;
Bear Britain's Thunder, and her Cross display,
To the bright regions of the rifing day:
Tempt icy feas, where scarce the waters roll,
Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole; 390
Or under fouthern skies exalt their fails,

Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales!
For me the balm fhall bleed, and amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,

The pearly fhell its lucid globe unfold,

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And Phoebus warm the ripening ore to gold.

The time shall come, when free as feas or wind

Unbounded Thames fhall flow for all mankind,

Whole nations enter with each swelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold,
And the new world launch forth to feek the old.
Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide,
And feather'd people crowd my wealthy fide,

VARIATION.

Ver. 385, &c. were originally thus in the MS.
Now fhall our fleets the bloody Cross display
To the rich regions of the rifing day,

Or thofe green ifles, where headlong Titan steeps
His hiffing axle in th' Atlantic deeps:
Tempt icy feas, &c.

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And

And naked youths and painted chiefs admire

Our fpeech, our colour, and our strange attire!

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Oh, stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to shore, Till Conquest cease, and Slavery be no more;

Till the freed Indians in their native groves

Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable loves; 410 Peru once more a race of Kings behold,

And other Mexicos be roof'd with gold.

Exil'd by thee from earth to deepest hell,

In brazen bonds, fhall barbarous Discord dwell:
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Care,
And mad Ambition, shall attend her there:
There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore retires,
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires :
There hateful Envy her own snakes shall feel,
And Perfecution mourn her broken wheel:
There Faction roar, Rebellion bite her chain,
And gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain.

Here cease thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays
Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days:
The thoughts of Gods let Granville's verse recite,
And bring the scenes of opening fate to light:
My humble Muse, in unambitious strains,
Paints the green forefts and the flowery plains,
Where Peace defcending bids her olive spring,
And scatters bleffings from her dove-like wing.
Ev'n I more sweetly pafs my careless days,
Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praise;
Enough for me, that to the listening swains
Firft in these fields I fung the fylvan strains.

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ODE

O DE

ON

ST. CECILIA'S D A Y,

MDCC VIII.

AND OTHER PIECES FOR MUSIC.

1

ODE FOR MUSIC

ON

ST. CECILIA'S DAY.

I.

DESCEND, ye Nine! descend, and fing;
The breathing inftruments inspire,

Wake into voice each filent string,
And sweep the founding lyre !

In a fadly-pleasing strain

Let the warbling lute complain a
Let the loud trumpet sound,

Till the roofs all around

The fhrill echoes rebound:

While, in more lengthen'd notes and flow,
The deep, majestic, folemn organs blow.
Hark! the numbers foft and clear

Gently steal upon the ear;

Now louder, and yet louder rife,

And fill with spreading founds the skies;

Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold notes,
In broken air, trembling, the wild mufic floats;
Till, by degrees, remote and small,

The strains decay,

And melt away,

In a dying, dying fall.