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Sovereign of birds. The furious god of war, His darts forgetting, and the winged wheels That bear him vengeful o'er th' embattled plain, Relents, and sooths his own fierce heart to ease, Most welcome ease. The sire of gods and men, In that great moment of divine delight, Looks down on all that live; and whatsoe'er He loves not, o'er the peopled earth and o'er The interminated ocean, he beholds Curs'd with abhorrence by his doom severe, And troubled at the sound. Ye, Naiads, ye With ravish'd ears the melody attend, Worthy of sacred silence. But the slaves Of Bacchus with tempestuous clamours strive To drown the heavenly strains ; of highest Jove Irreverent, and by mad presumption fir'd Their own discordant raptures to advance With hostile emulation. Down they rush From Nysa's vine-impurpled cliff, the dames Of Thrace, the satyrs, and the unruly fauns, With old Silenus, reeling through the crowd Which gambols round him, in convulsions wild Tossing their limbs, and brandishing in air The ivy mantled Thyrsus, or the torch Through black smoke flaming, to the Phrygian pipe's Shrill voice, and to the clashing cymbals, mix'd With shrieks and frantic uproar. May the gods From every unpolluted ear evert Their orgies! If within the seats of men, Within the walls, the gates, where Pallas holds The guardian key, if haply there be found Who loves to mingle with the revel-band And harken to their accents; who aspires From such instruction to inform his breast With verse; let him, fit votarist, implore Their inspiration. He perchance the gifts Of young Lyæus, and he dread exploits, May sing in aptest numbers : he the fate Of sober Pantheus, he the Paphian rites, And naked Mars with Cytherea chain’d, And strong Alcides in the spinster's robes, May celebrate, applauded. But with you.
O Naiads, far from that unhallow'd rout,
HYMN TO SCIENCE.
Science! thou fair effusive ray
Free, generous, and refin'd!
with all thy treasures fraught,
And bless my labouring mind.
But first with thy resistless light,
Those mimic shades of thee:
The monk's philosophy.
0! let thy powerful charms impart The patient head, the candid heart,
Devoted to thy sway: Which no weak passions e'er mislead, Which still with dauntless steps proceed
Where reason points the way.
Give me to learn each secret cause;
Reveal'd before me stand; These to great nature's scenes apply, and round the globe, and through the sky,
Disclose her working hand.
Next, to thy nobler search resign'd,
Through every maze pursue;
And all their changes view.
Say from what simple springs began
Which range beyond control;
And strain to grasp the whole.
Her secret stores let memory tell,
In all her colours drest;
To truth's severest test.
Then launch through being's wide extent;
And cautious steps, be trod;
To instinct, reason, God.
There, Science ! veil thy daring eye;
In that divine abyss ;
And light her way to bliss.
Then downwards take thy Aight again,
And social nature's ties;
Its fortunes and its rise.
Through private life pursue thy course,
action to its source,
And fix the doubtful sway.
That last, best effort of thy skill,
Propitious power! impart:
heart VOL. IV.
Raise me above the vulgar's breath,
And all in life that's mean :
Through every various scene.
Hail! queen of manners, light of truth;
Sweet refuge of distress :
Prosperity its grace.
Of wealth, power, freedom, thou the cause;
Of arts inventress, thou!
Their joys how mean! how few!
Sun of the soul! thy beams unveil!
On fortune's faithless sea :
And sit in peace with thee.