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ODE TO PEACE.

Thou, who bad'ft thy turtles bear

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Swift from his grasp thy golden hair,

And fought'ft thy native skies:

When War, by vultures drawn from far,

To Britain bent his iron car,

And bad his ftorms arife!

Tir'd of his rude tyrannic sway,
Our youth fhall fix fome feftive day,

His fullen fhrines to burn:

But thou, who hear'ft the turning fpheres,
What founds may charm thy partial ears,
And gain thy blest return!

O Peace, thy injur'd robes up-bind!
O rife, and leave not one behind

Of all thy beamy train;

The British lion, Goddefs fweet,

Lies ftretch'd on earth to kifs thy feet,

And own thy holier reign.

Let

Let others court thy tranfient fmile,
But come to grace thy western ifle,
By warlike Honour led!

And, while around her ports rejoice,
While all her fons adore thy choice,
With him for ever wed!

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THE MANNERS. AN ODE.

Arewell, for clearer ken defign'd;

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The dim-difcover'd tracts of mind:
Truths which, from action's paths retir'd,
My filent fearch in vain requir'd!
No more my fail that deep explores,
No more I fearch those magic shores,
What regions part the world of foul,
Or whence thy ftreams, Opinion, roll:
If e'er I round fuch Fairy field,

Some power impart the fpear and shield,
At which the wizzard Paffions fly,
By which the giant Follies die!

Farewell the porch, whofe roof is feen,
Arch'd with th' enlivening olive's green :
Where Science, prank'd in tiffued veft,
By Reason, Pride, and Fancy dreft,
Comes like a bride, so trim array'd,
To wed with Doubt in Plato's fhade!

Youth

Youth of the quick uncheated fight,
Thy walks, Obfervance, more invite!
O thou, who lov'ft that ampler range,
Where life's wide prospects round thee change,
And, with her mingled fons allied,

Throw'ft the prattling page afide :

To me in converse sweet impart,

To read in man the native heart,
To learn, where Science fure is found,
From Nature as fhe lives around:
And gazing oft her mirror true,
By turns each fhifting image view!
Till meddling Art's officious fore,
Reverse the leffons taught before,
Alluring from a fafer rule,

To dream in her enchanted school;

Thou, heaven, whate'er of great we boast,
Haft bleft this focial science most.

Retiring hence to thoughtful cell, As Fancy breathes her potent spell,

Not

Not vain fhe finds the charmful task,

In pageant quaint, in motley mafk,
Behold, before her mufing eyes,
The countless Manners round her rise
While ever varying as they pass,

To fome Contempt applies her glass:
With these the white-rob'd Maids combine
And those the laughing Satyrs join!

But who is he whom now the views,
In robe of wild contending hues?
Thou by the paffions nurs'd; I greet
The comic fock that binds thy feet!

O Humour, thou whofe name is known,
To Britain's favour'd isle alone:

Me too amidst thy band admit,

There where the young-eyed healthful Wit,
(Whofe jewels in his crifped hair

Are plac'd each other's beams to share,
Whom no delights from thee divide)
In laughter loos'd attends thy fide!

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