Or if chill blust'ring winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil. While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light: While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves. Or Winter, yellow thro' the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes: So long regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name! ODE TO PEACE. THOU! who bad'st thy turtles bear Swift from his grasp thy golden hair, And sought'st thy native skies: When War, by vultures drawn from far, To Britain bent his iron car, And bade his storms arise! Tir'd of his rude tyrannic sway, Our youth shall fix some festive day, His sullen shrines to burn: But thou, who hear'st the turning spheres, What sounds may charm thy partial ears, And gain thy blest return! O Peace! thy injur'd robes up-bind! Oh rise, and leave not one behind Of all thy beamy train : The British lion, Goddess sweet! Lies stretch'd on earth to kiss thy feet, And own thy holier reign. Let others court thy transient smile, But come to grace thy western isle, By warlike Honor led! And, while around her ports rejoice, While all her sons adore thy choice, With him for ever wed! THE MANNERS. ΑΝ ODE. FAREWELL, for clearer ken design'd; The dim-discover'd tracts of mind: Truths which, from action's paths retir'd, My silent search in vain requir'd, No more my sail that deep explores, No more I search those magic shores, What regions part the world of soul, Or whence thy streams, Opinion, roll: If e'er I round such Fairy field, Some power impart the spear and shield, At which the wizard Passions fly, By which the giant Follies die! |