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The patriot-passion that shall strongly feel, Ardent, and glowing with undaunted zeal; With lips of fire fall plead his country's cause, And vindicate the majesty of laws. This cloth'd with Britain's thunder spread alarms Thro' the wide earth, and shake the pole with armsgThat, to the founding lyre his deeds rehearse, Enshrine his name in some immortal verle, To long posterity his praiso consign, And pay a life of hardships by a line. While others, consecrate to higher aims, Whose hallow'd bosoms glow with purer flames, Love in their heart, perfuafion in their tongue, With words of peace shall charm the lift'ning throng, Draw the dread veil that wraps th' eternal throne, And launch our souls into the bright unknown.
Thy mien composod, thy even pace.
And chaste subdu'd delight.
No more by varying passions beat,
To find thy hermit cell;
The modest Virtues dwell.
Simplicity in Attic veft,
And clear undaunted eye;
A vista to the sky.
There Health, thro' whose calm bofom glide
That rarely ebb or flow;
To meet the offer'd blow.
Her influence taught the Phrygian sage
With settled smiles to meet;
And kiss'd thy fainted feet.
But thou, oh nymph, retir'd and coy!
To tell thy tender tale?
And lily of the vale.
O say what soft propitious hour
And court thy gentle sway?
And shed thy milder day.
When Eve, her dewy star beneath,
And every storm is laid ;
ODE TO F E AR.
HOU, to whom the world unknown
I know thy hurried ftep, thy haggard eye!
Lifts her red arm, exposed and bare:
Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait :
Thou who such weary lengths hast past,
Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er 'aw'd,
O thou whose spirit most possest
ODE TO TRUTH. SAY,
AY, will no white-rob'd Son of Light, Swift darting from his heav'nly height, Here deign to take his hallow'd stand ;
Here wave his amber locks; unfold
His pinions cloth'd with downy gold; Here smiling stretch his tutelary wand ?
And you, ye host of Saints ! for ye have known Each dreary paih in Life's perplexing maze,
circle yon 'eternal throne With harpings high of inexpressive praise,
Will not your train descend in radiant state, To break with Mercy's beam this gathering cloud of Fate?
Tho' now ye