Show me the warring wafp, whofe threat'ning wing

I dare not frike at, and provoke his fting!
Swans give me way! your fhoreless islands keep,
Too fafe your clime is, and too calm your deep;
I choose a rapid glory, not a low,

Shoals are fought harbours, where thefe jewels grow.
He faid, and rifing, push'd with liquid fweep
Th' inverted helm, and goar'd the groaning deep:
Flaming erect, re-fought the furgy fide,
And bounded, threat'ning, o'er the foaming tide;
Sailing athwart the fwarms, and skipping high,
He fnatch'd, triumphant, every tempting fly:
Gave his loose rudder to the current's claim,
And drove, difdainful, through his rival's game;
Prefs'd by invaded wafps excited ftings,
He warr'd, revengeful, on the falling wings:
Through duft of flaughter'd goats, he fought in
fhade,
[made;
And fqueez'd them, deathful, on the wounds they
Fleets of cold oppofites from all fides join,
And wedg'd against this general foe con.bine;
Vainly indignant they refift his fway,
Yet block his paffage and obftruct his way:
Still though he ftagnates he the fight maintains,
While drones, applaufive, with their ductile ftrains,
Homage the rifing hero's new renown.
And prince of fly-catchers the champion crown.

The fwans, mean while, which from the calmer
fide,

Forfaken, faw him trust the fatal tide; Mournful, with pendent wing, his triumph griev'd, And wish'd his wafted vigour lefs deceiv'd: Trembling they mark'd his veffel downward bent, Hang o'er th' engulfing oceans's dark defcent, While he, regardless ftill, new trophies won, And bent to conquer, faw not what to fhun. Fancy ftill bufied, ftill enamour'd, staid, And still concurring, lent his rafhness aid; To her far diftant, touch'd Alexis cry'd, And with ftrain'd voice, to reach her notice try'd: "O! fave him, warn him, bid him turn and think, "Let not his bark in yon black ocean fink! "Teach me to call him by his pow'rful name, "Point out his danger, quench his devious flame; "Rafh fpleen of heart, that could fuch war ad

vife!

Blind rage! to lofe himself and catch but flies! "Oh teach my tongue his name:"-Then fancy heard,

And smiling, at her chariot's fide appear'd :

Why doft thou afk, fhe cry'd, what nations know,

"Even all whom wit or worth inspire below? "His is a name that dwells on ev'ry mind, "Tunes every tongue, and fails with every wind! "Not furer is that river life's extent, "Or by thofe oceans birth, and death, "Not furer fortune, is that dark pow'r's name, "That left oblivion, and that right fide fame. Than that, no fon of wit dares juftly hope, Fame dwell in folly's paths, but thou, O POPE! Alexis ftarting, heard his own lov`d name, Felt his pride fhrink, and blufh'd with confcious

DEDICATED TO THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD.

Wuy fleep the filent pow'rs that guard the stage,
While yawning opiates lull the tasteless age?
Shall trite cold themes catch fire from wit's effays,
Yet, hov'ring chillness damp theatric blaze?

Mourn it, ye fons of spleen, whofe hands (miftaught)

Tore up this feed of fenfe, this plant of thought: Whence reafoning fhoots might bloom life's garden o'er,

And weedy wildness choke her walks no more.—
Horror (at alien woes) by genius mov'd,
To fenfe of home-felt blifs, be there improv'd:
Wits ent'ring hand diffe&t sedition's breast,
Show the malignant springs and call forth reft.

There the touch'd heart, in fecret filence chid, Might learn to hate the guilt it once but hid: There, fcorn from note of pity's praise-catch

There heedlefs beauty, warn'd of man's falfe fire, Might chain down wav'ring love, and edge defire: Each maid's mild eye correct her heart's warm truft,

Dull perts grow penfive, and false thinkers just. There (now) fits mummery, thron'd on paffion's urn!

There noifier fires than wit's (unbright'ning) burn:
There vice with laughter fhares divided rule,
And only serious purpose marks the fool!

Vain the loft pray'r that courts a muse's aid,
By foes untafted, and by friends betray'd:
Patrons immers'd 'twixt faction's rapid tides!
Poets in flattery's, pow'r absorb'd in pride's!
Gone is the learned leifure once rever'd,
And the ftill voice of genins fighs unheard.

Happier lerne mourn our drains no more;
Richly reveng'd, thou drain'st a nobler store.
Poor in our turn, see wit's lost channel dry,
Robb'd of her fountain-for thy full fupply.

Yet, while home ruin wrings the heart distreft, 'Tis recompence to fall for others bleft: Lefs thy doom'd distance (foul of absent joys) Pains the hook realm, whofe hope it half deftroys; Confcious thou go'ft to warm one fifter's fears To transports, lafting as the others tears.

Long in fad filence on the willows hung, Now the refumes her harp, for praise new ftrung: Tires her tun'd hand to pour her grateful foul, Wide as her chief can charm, from pole to pole. Genius, from ages hers, 'midft want and wrongs, How will the now tranfcend past poets fongs! At once of every nations grace made free, By every added mufe, beftow'd with thee! There, 'midft the toils of empire's manag'd weight,

Find a calm hour to lend the stage thy care,
And times unborn fhall feel a Stanhope there.
Dark'ning mean while, our mufe s lamps expire,
Blank is their profpect, and unfann d their fire:
Friendless, neglected, laugh'd at, and unfelt,
No now-crown'd conq'ror cares where Homer
dwelt.

Banish'd from court, from fenate, city, scene,
Wit's fons, all tongue-tied! mute, even Harlequin!
Yet, let the thinker fcorn fuch dumb fufpenfe,
Nor (flattering custom) sneak his aid from sense:
Wing'd for the future o'er the present rise,
Spurn the times cloud, and strike benigner skies.
Not always fhall ambition's muddied brain
Work to perfuade-yet hold example vain!
Bribe to each further'd intereft's venal cue,
Yet dream diverfion all the stage's view
The time fhall come (indulge it foon flow fate!)
When power shall taste that wit can think with
weight:

The time shall come (not far the destin'd day)
When foul-touch'd actors fhall do more than play:
When paffion, flaming from the afferted stage,
Shall to taught greatnefs fire a feeling age:
Tides of itrong fentiment fublimely roll,
Deep'ning the dry difgraces of the foul:
Pity, fear, forrow, wafh'd from folly's foam,
Knock at man's breast, and find his heart at home.
Then plaintful grief shall drop her whiney drawl,
And heart-felt anger nerve the infenfate bawl;
Then fhall the moving art old powers poffets;
Wake valour, call forth joys, and stamp distress.
Then fhall the player take pains in pleasure's right,
Sweat for his praife, and labour to delight:
Then fhall he thank the hand (in death long cold)
That fir'd his languor, and his fame foretold.

Tafteful ev'n now, there want not fome choice few view: Whofe hope-warm'd hearts can hail the diftant Hearts that the fubject's lov'd importance know, And feel the fire they bear with confcious glow.

Why was the actor ftain'd by law's decree?
Loft time's recov'rer! truth's awak'ner he!
Paffion's refiner life's fhoal coaft furvey'd-
The wife man's pleafer, and the good man's aid.
Precept and practice in one teacher join'd,
Bodied refemblance of the copied mind!
Nature confirms, art dignifies his claim,
And only cant's low crawl defiles his name.
If but by comprehenfion we poffefs,
And every greater circles hold the lefs,
No rank's high claim can make the player's fmall,
Since, acting each, he comprehends them all.

Off to due distance half ye italking train!
Blots of a title your low taftes profane !
No dull cold mouther fhares the actor's plea,
- Rightly to feem is tranfiently to be.

How fhall this goal be reach'd, that, seen most
nigh,

Still glides more distant from th' advancing eye? Like the sky's fea-dipt arch, heaven's fancied bound,

For ever fail'd to, and yet never found.
How shall trac'd practice hit th' untrodden way,

Arduous the task, and afks a climbing brain, A head for judgment, and a heart for pain, E'er fenfe, imprefs'd, reflects adopted forms, And changeful nature shakes with borrow'd storms; E'er ductile genius turns as paffions wind, And bends to fancy's curve the pliant mind.

Mark when th' expanding feed from earth's moist bed,

Starting at nature's call, prepares to fpread; [cend First, the prone root breaks downward, thence afShot items, whofe joints collateral boughs extend: Twigs from those boughs lend leaves-cach leaf

contains

Side-lefs'ning ftalks, transvers'd by fibry veins.
So, from injected thought, fhoots paffion's growth;
No fprout fpontaneous, no chance child of floth:
Idea lends it root-firm on touch'd minds,
Fancy (fwift planter) first th' impreffion binds;
Shap'd in conception's mould, nature's prompt skill
Bids fubject nerves obey th' infpiring will:
Strung to obfequious bend the mufc'ly frame
Stamps the shown image. Pleafure, pity, fhame,
Anger, grief, terror, catch the adaptive spring,
While the eye darts it, and the accents ring.

See art's short path!tis eafy to be found, Winding delightful through the mazy round! Tempt the try d fkill, to no fole proof confin'd; Shift the fhort fhadowings o'er your figur'd mind.

Mournful, recal fome friend's lamented fate; Sad on each feature hangs the mind's felt weight. Seek you frong sense of joy? looks first impart, Then the nerve ftricture bounds it from the heart: Does rage inflame? no vifage can conceal What the mark'd mufcle bids the fpirit feel: Still as the nerves constrain the looks obey, And what the look enjoins the nerves difplay: Mutual their aid, reciprocal their strain, Will but commanding, face and nerves explain. Light'ning and thunder, fo concurring, ftrike; One their joint origin, though form'd unlike : So to the look th' attentive nerves reply, As from the flash fucceeding thunders fly. 'iis caufe and confequence; nor flows more grace From beauty's fmile than the touch'd actor's face: Poife the rule's practice; turn it o'er and o'er; Nor think it tedious, though conceiv'd before: 'Tis but to look and will. Th' imprinted eye Moves the ftruck mufcles, and the limbs comply: Gefture is meaning's ape-grave, furious, gay, Changeful as cloud-form'd fhapes when winds

make way;

Imag'd conception first, but face inflames,
Then the mein paints it, and the tone proclaims.

Is there who doubts an art thus briefly shown? Call out proof's pow'r, and make that art his own: Bid him, with mournful brow, fwell founds of joy, Half the mock'd fenfe th' unbracing nerves de

ftroy:

Tun'd to the tearful ey's retentive woc,
Rapture's check'd phrafe thall quench its fiery
glow:

Painfully plaintful, each flat note fhall die,
And his look's anguifh give his words the lie.
Next while foft failes reftrain his voic'd essay,

Vainly mouth'd menace fwells th' attempted form, Kind as confent th' unfright'ning accents form: While his look frown'd not, fenfe could found but fweet;

'd:

No nerve concurring help'd th' unfinew'd heat. But had his eyes th' impatient fire display'd, Each note had fnatch'd it, and each stop convey'd Thus one plain practice paints whole nature right, And all her changeful pictures move delight.

Is there who loves not joy?-There then begin, Search the foul-pleafing paffion's pow'r within; Find your fmile's force before fome faithful glafs, Heedful to let no faint impreffion pafs: [train, There to touch'd gladness thought-form'd features 'Till each crisp'd fibre feels th' enrapt'ring ftrain; Then (ftretch'd) behold your op'ning forehead Back'ning in boastful sense of sparkling eyes. [rife, Broadly majeftical your breast expands, Brac'd your prefs'd joints-neck, knee, feet, fhoulders, hands,

Treading on air, each step new foul displays, Your limbs all lighten, and your looks all blaze: Then speak,-joy anfwers; every found its own; Mufic and rapture mix'd in transport's tone!

Fall from this height (ah! 'tis but fortune's road!)

Down to deep fenfe of forrow's pungent goad;
Damp your loofe feature's into thought's dilrefs,
Fade fancy's glofs to dim-ey'd wretchedness:
The fad look fick'ning, ftraight the fpirits break,
Unbending nerves grief's lax impreffion take:
Faint hangs the clouded eye, fhort fteps drag flow,
And every heedlefs gefture bends with woe :
Now to the heart-touch'd fenfe the voice com-
plains,

And fighing pityers catch th' infectious pains.

Say, fhould fome flack'ner of the paffion's care, Form'd for gay flights, and struggling from defpair,

Bow'd from his native bent to doubt's new part,
Find fear's cold caft affign'd a fearless heart?
What could he do? where houfe th' intrufive
gueft?

Let his eye lodge him-'twill prepare his breast.
From the foul's optic fhoots th' admitted shape,
Nor let one tim'rous wavering ftate escape.
Fear is elufive forrow, fhunning pain;
Active, yet stopp'd, it dims the doubtful brain;
Spirit fnatch'd inward, ftagnating by dread, lead:
Slow through the limbs crawls cold the living
Form'd to the look that moulds th' affumer's face,
His joints catch tremblings, life's moist strings un-

brace;

This road and that th' alarmful paffion tries,
Halts in the motion, flutters in the eyes;
Checks the clipt accent's hefitative way,
And on th' evasive muscles hangs delay.

Anger is pride provok'd (fo felt, so known),
Strange! its flage influence is fo faintly shown!
Yet, with what abfent fenfe of all its flame
See we rage meek, fire cold, and fury tame!
Bid the face redd'ning warm'd idea take,
Straight the foul's wildfires all obftruction break:
Stung by inflicted thought's imagin'd pain,
Hard heave the muscles, rolling eye-balls frain:

fight,

'Twixt the heart's anguish and the help's delight: Then touch'd attention's hark'ning hush creeps round,

And breathlefs mouths devour th' expected found.

Nature lofes change-Cold night fucceeds to And pity's dark'ning oppofite is fcorn: [morn, Far be this brow-ftretch'd arrogance of air From mifery's doomful claim, in fons of care. Ah! minds (too apt) turn but the look within, We find pride's image there as fure as fin! Yet with fuch bias rolls man's will from right, That fearch firft miffes what is most in fight: Elfe how unneedful to defcribe a rage

No player wants power to feel-but on the ftage, Cautious (life's speaking picture) wear that ftain,

Rightly to fhow be thine, but not retain !
Scorn is calm carelefs anger flagg'd of wing,
Brush'd fenfe of harmlefs wrong, too weak to fting:
Safe in fufpended power, eas'd warmth disclaims
Exertion, and with flack remiffness flames:
Now fmiles, now frowes, yet both with eye ferene,
While half-ftrung nerves play fprings of painless
fpleen.

Clofe-following fcorn, amazement ought to rife;
Angels feel wonder, men fhould dare despise!
Born to mistakes, and erring out life's fpan,
Man, as if heaven were his, looks down on man.
Say then what wonder is-trace its taught cause,
Mark its true features, and make known its laws.
Wonder is curious doubt-will's check'd retreat,
Shrinking from danger it prepares to meet;
'Tis fear's half-brother, of resembling face,
But fix'd, unwavering, and bound down to place
Earneft, alarmful gaze, intently keen,
Notes the weigh'd object, yet diftrufts it feen;
As in pale churchyards, gleam'd by filent night,
Should some cross'd spectre shade the moon's dim

light,

Shudd'ry, the back'ning blood, revolving fwift, Clogs the prefs'd heart-stretch'd fibres fail to lift:

Loft in doubt's hard'ning froft, fept motion lies, While fenfe climbs gradual to the Training eyes. Hatred is fullen fury long retain'd; 'Tis willing mischief warily reftrain'd; 'Tis thought's corrofion acridly perplex'd; 'Tis felf in pain, left others live unvex'd. This to touch vivid-(pencil! pleas'd and free, Paint the coil'd ferpent thou abhorr st to fee.) Veil the malignant leer that burns with fpite, Bid the brow's leur o'erhang the fick'ning fight; Swell the blown cheek, th' unopening lip reftrain; Stretch'd the wide noftril marks th' impatient pain.

Ardent, yet heedlefs, half th' averted eye

Skims the loath'd object, and difdains it nigh. Hard back-brac'd nerves in fett'iy fervour toil, And the curv'd fyftem heaves in check'd recoil. Haft from taught pain---fhun hatred's baneful fhade,

And to love's funfhine lend the mufe's aid.

Love is intenfe defire, by rev'rence check'd; 'Tis hope's hot tranfport, freak'd with fear's refpe&t;

'Tis paffion's every foul-felt power disjoin'd; 'Tis all th' affembled train's whole force combin'd. 'Tis like foft air, through which admitted light Peoples pleas'd fancy, and lends fhape to fight: Yet, like that air disturb'd, man's quiet breaks, Tempefts his reason, and his triumph fhakes.

You who infufe this pow'r muft firft have felt;
No heart, unnlov'd itself, bids others melt:
Yet, would chalk'd outline sketch th' imagin'd¦
grace?

Dumb carneft gaze tongues o'er th' unvocal face:
Soft'ning in apprehenfion's awe-check'd air,
Each limb befeeches, each flow ftep's a prayer:
While high-brac'd raptures imag'd pride confefs,
Meeknels fits guardian o'er the mild address:
Doubt diffipating hope, to blanch defire,
Hangs the mind's curb upon the body's fire.
Snatch'd from the fcene, claim this the box's

care;

It paints and warns for every beauty there:
But there love's fhafts (of late) all pointless lie,
Elunt from bold mein, and dead'ning in the eye:
Naked of heart, and hateful of delay,
Erring time-fhort'ner! meeting with half way!
Won an, outfiradling art's old lureful skili,
Mann'd o'er with invitation, drives back will;
Falls her paft price, owns patient hope buys dear,
Hawks for quick market, and hawls chapmen near;
Talks loud, ftruts, cibows, calls a grace a fool;
Drefs'd like a fcarecrow, manner'd like a mule :
Pall'd, the prefs'd cheap'ner dreads th' out-bluf-
tring air,

Eyes the braw'd íwaggerer, and rejects her ware.
Turn, coarfe conceiver all unfex'd by mode,
Maid that trot'ft uglying in the monster's road!
Proud, yet immodeit! light, rude, witless, pert,
Bold, joítling, hoid'ning, blufhnefs, pow'rlefs flirt!
Emptier than air thy coloury gewgaws play,

Trifler for cards and contradictions born!
Panting for conqueft, yet compelling fcorn!
Lab'ring from nature to grow loath'd by art,
And for man's manners forfeiting his heart! [juft;
But hold-contempt wrong plac'd becomes, un-
Perhaps ftage whiners gave love's friends difgufta
For (goblin-like) there lovers walk unshown,
Talk'd of in every play, yet feen in none:
Loft in unfeeling cold affected drawl,
They touch no tenderncfs, attempting all.
Lump'd lazy lifelefs indolence one caufe,
And one th' admiring fool's misjudg'd applaufe.
Why should pain sweat for praile, proud cale can
win,

By the rais'd footstep and exalted chin?
By the heav'd halt, that fwings its load along,
Clumfily folemn, and ferenely wrong?

Py the big, broad, round, mellow, trounding troll,
That means no paffion, and conveys no foul:
Half fwells, then finks, like fails of ships becalm'd,
A dry dead fweat, man's mummied voice ca
balm'd.

Shame on the whineling, fleep-induЯive tone!
Not by fuch glow-worm glimfe love's fires are
fhown:

Heart, voice, mein, vifage, all pay love their aid,
Cupid exacts more ftri&t alliance made; [he
'Twixt the mind's ftates than ouce 'twixt Europe's,
Who bound all princes, yet left noue unfree.
Not fuch loofe treaties pleafe th' all-buckling god,
Punctual he yokes tun'd founds to meating's nod:
Pardons no void vain voluble harangue,
And hates to hear the unaiming bowitring twang.

Say, female fhades of love, who haunt the flage, What fiend, clofe-treading, tags defire with rage? If in your hofpitable bofoms bred,

Th' unrefting fury thrives, by beauty fed, Tell the dire name---But if you filent feel Th' impreffive tooth, and no gnaw'd thought reveal, [bite, Speak, tell-tale mufe. Thou fhar'ft th' envenom'd For jealoufy ne er fleeps when poets write.

The Janus jealousy two faces wears, Each diff'ring, apt as form'd by diff'rent cares; While infant-wing`d the callow harpy lies, Too dim for daylight, too unfledg'd to rife: 'Tis doubt-mix'd anger, ftruggling to confide, Floating half-funk on pity's pleading tide: Here hope-fed foftnefs foothes the affiant heart, There rage vindictive bids the spirit smart: 'Twixt the two wav'ring scales, by turns depreft, The eye's fhort wand'rings mark the mind difreft; Languidly ftrung, flow-nerv'd, half-finewy ftrain, Paints an unfettled, half-determin'd pain: Whence rous'd refentment, catching hafty flame, Cool'd by met pity, blufhes into flame: But does weigh'd proof confirm th' ideal wrong, Then the eye lightens, and the brace binds ftrong; Not vengeance burns more turbulently stern, Though (through it) pain'd affection figh.s concern.

Thus has the mufe, in paffion's changeful dress, Led ent'ring art through nature's dark recefs; Fair to her eye one fource of action shown,

Brief let precision's feale contract the view;
Then grafp it mem'ry, and remit the clue.
Previous to art's first act (till then all vain)
Print the ideal pathos on the brain;

Feel the thought's image on the eyeball roll;
Behind that window fits th' attentive foul:
Wing'd at her beck th' obedient muscles fly,
Bent or relaxing to the varied eye:
Prefs'd, moderate, lenient, voice's organ'd found
To each felt impulfe tones the tuneful round :
Form'd to the nerves, concurring mein partakes,
So the mov'd actor moves, and passion shakes.
THE DEDICATION OF THE BEECH-TREE,
Occafioned by the late Discovery of making Oil
from the Fruit of that Tree.

HIGH in thy ftarry orb,

Great ruling planet of our brighten'd sphere,
The mufe invokes thee, and demands thy ear!
Her Harley's ear! O yet confefs the name!
Thy titles borrow luftre from thy fame.

Fearless to fall, my rein-loos'd fancy foars
High as thy deeds, nor common aid implores.
Let confcious fawners blow their smoky fire,
And vainly bid th' unlift'ning gods inspire,
My mufe, difdainful of their fullied wings,
Views the vast height, and dauntless upward
fprings,

Infpir'd like angels by the worth fhe fings.

Yet, Oh! mistake not my alpiring lays; They would but speak my duty, not your praise; Praifes like yours, who lives and does not know; The poorest debtors count the fums they owe; But I, impatient of the growing score, Would pay you fomething ere I owe you more. Accept, great guider of the ftormy state, An off'ring worthy of the brave and great: Accept what heav'n, propitious for your fake, Smiles on this peace-blefs'd land, and bids her take:

This art of old had been some altars due,

Now, fir'd with purer zeal, she kneels to you.

That awful pow'r who guards our Anna's throne,
And to that Anna made your virtues known,
To place fuch worth above all wish'd controul,
Blefs'd the long labours of your peaceful foul.
But one thing wanted,-fam'd Minerva's tree,
The gift of peace from gods to men like thee;
That oleous plant, the pride of funnier climes,
Chief in the poets fongs of ancient times;
Too long profan'd for thy chaile brow to wear,
Fled the cool influence of the northern bear.
Heaven's voice was heard, deficient nature groan'd,
Felt his new will, and the correction own'd.
The humbleft forest of our favour'd land
Grew proud beneath this bounty of his hand;
Confefs'd the fecret he vouchfaf'd to teach,
Difdain'd the olive, and enthron'd the beech.
Hail, happy tree! wou'd after-ages know,
To whom their fons thy oily harvells owe,
Oxford's lov'd name, deep on thy bofom grave,
Who from his country did his country fave;
Who gave our harass'd land its long-with'd reft,
Aud forc'd unwilling nations to be bleft;

Whose known efteem of arts gave birth to thee, Omen of greater, which e'er long shall be.

Thy pious hand, which made war's thunder ceafe,

Shall cultivate the nobler arts of peace; Till murm'ring faction owns, with thankless joy, 'Tis far more great, to build than to destroy.

Nor fhall thy rifing country's fons alone,
Thy wifer care of their loft int'reft own,
The boundless bleflings of thy lib'ra! hand,
Shall fhed their influence on our fruitful land:
The long-mourn'd abfence of th' infpiring plant,
Whose pow'rful juice ungrinds the edge of want,
Whofe fov'reign ftrength makes glad the lab'rers
toil,

Shall now no more reproach our injur'd foil;
Our teeming glebe, if I a right divine,
E'er long fhall fwell with floods of gen'rous wine,
France fhail no more her courted vineyards boaft;
But look with envy on our northern coast,
Which now enrich'd, with matchlefs oil and corn,
Unequal'd vintages fhall foon adorn.

Nor this alone! on, on, prophetic fire!
Though boundless is the flight, difdain to tire;
Unwearied all his glorious aims purfue,
'Till fick ning envy dies to shun the view,

Fir'd with the fure prefage, methinks I fee
The ftruggling east refign her morian tree;
The rougheft Dryads of our oaken ifle,
Charm'd with the gentle ftranger, learn to fmile;
The dancing boughs their breezy homage pay,
The oak nods welcome, and the beech gives way.
And now, glad fpring, by rifing warmth renew'd,
The various infect feeks its leafy food,
Spins out its little life's induftrious thread,
In grateful toil, to find its feeder's bread.
Dies a rich recompenfe of female care,
And leaves its filken treasures to the fair;
The fair, long mindful, whence th' advantage.

fpread,

And take the fwift Sabrina to his bed.
Enamour'd Trent fhall love-fick Avon meet,
And diftant feas in mix'd alliance meet.

Dear, to thy care, ev'n th' unhoping Scot
Shall blefs the union, and hold faft the knot;
Britain no longer fhall explore from far,
The costly magazines of naval war;
High on the mountains of her northern fhore,
The gummy pine fhall fhed her pitchy store;
Tall firs, which ufelefs, have long ages grown,
Shall fright the feas, and vifit worlds unknown;
Till the check'd fons of Norway's timber'd ftate,
Learn love by force, while we difarm their hate.
And here rejoice, ye Caledonian fhores,
Whose empty frands my friendly muse deploresa