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Loft are those honours which my heroes gain'd, With blood my temples and my domes are ftain'd, But men directed by a heav'nly hand,

'Tis vain, 'tis mad, 'tis impious to withstand"She spoke, and mounting from a lofty height, Weftward fhe wing'd her folitary flight.

IIII.

Thus has Britannia's glory beam'd
Where'er bright Phæbus, from his car,
To earth his chearful rays hath ftream'd,
Adown the chrystal vault of air.
Enough o'er Britain's fhining arms,
Hath victory display'd her charms,
Amid the horrid pomp of war-
Defcend then, PEACE, angelic maid,
And smooth Bellona's haggard brow ;
Hafte to diffuse thy healing aid,

Where'er implor'd by scenes of woe.
Henceforth, whoe'er difturbs thy reign,
Or ftains the world with human gore,
Be they from earth (a gloomy train!)
Banish'd to hell's profoundeft fhore;
Where vengeance, on Avernus' lake,
Rages with furious Até bound;

And black rebellion's fetters fhake,

And difcord's hideous murmurs found;

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Where envy's noxious fnakes entwine
Her temples round, in Gorgon-mood,
And bellowing faction rolls fupine

Along the flame be-curled flood!

Hence, then, to that accurfed place,

Disturbers of the human race!

And with you bear ambition wild, and selfish pride, With perfecution foul, and terror by her fide.

IIIII.

Thus driv'n from earth war's horrid train-
O PEACE, thou nymph divine, draw near!
Here let the mufes fix their reign,

And crown with fame each rolling year.
Source of joy and genuine pleasure,

Queen of quiet, queen of leisure,
Haste thy votaries to chear!
Cherish'd beneath thy hallow'd rule,
Shall Pennsylvania's glory rife;
Her fons, bred up in Virtue's fchool,
Shall lift her honors to the fkies-
A ftate thrice bleft with lenient fway,
Where liberty exalts the mind;
Where plenty basks the live long day,
And pours her treasures unconfin'd.
Hither, ye beauteous virgins tend,
With Arts and Science by your fide,

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Whose skill th' untutor'd morals mend,
And to fair honor mankind guide;
And with you bring the graces

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To fill the foul with glory's blaze; Whofe charms give charms to poely,

And confecrate th' immortal lays"Such as when mighty Pindar fung, Thro' the Alphean vallies rung;

Or fuch as, Meles, by thy lucid fountains flow'd, When bold Mæonides with heav'nly tranfports

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To fuch, may Delaware, majestic flood,

Lend, from his flow'ry banks, a ravish'd ear;
Such notes as may delight the wife and good,
Or faints celestial may endure to hear!

For if the mufe can aught of time defcry,
Such notes fhall found thy cryftal waves along,
Thy cities fair with glorious Athens vie,

Nor pure Iliffus boast a nobler fong.

On thy fair banks, a Fane to Virtue's name
Shall rife-and Juftice light her holy flame.

All hail then, PEACE! reftore the golden days, And round the ball diffuse Britannia's praise; Stretch her wide empire to the world's last end, Till Kings remotest to her fceptre bend!

A RURAL

A RURAL ODE,

Written by the Author at the Age of Sixteen.

I.

E Dryads fair, whofe temples round,

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Wave wreaths of odoriferous flow'rs;

Lead me your Sylvan scenes amidst,
Where bloom your rofy-fringed bow'rs.

II.

Nymph of the wave+, fweet Naiad hear,
While thy clear waters banks along,
With careless steps, I pleafing ftray,
And warble forth my youthful fong.

III.

Now the gay rays of orient light,
Bedeck the faffron-mantled morn,

And from Favonius' balmy wing,
Drops liquid pearl on ev'ry thorn.

+ Scene, the banks of Schuylkill, which runs by the weft fide of Philadelphia, and falls into the Delaware a little below the city.

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IV.

The gilded groves, with verdure clad,
Reflect bright Phæbus' golden beams,`
While his celestial glories flame,

Down the translucent purling ftreams.

V.

From off each daify-painted field,
And from the lilly-paved vales,
Zephyr collects a rich perfume,
And scents his foft cofmetic gales;

VI.

Whose honied pinions round dispense,
Hygeia's heav'n-defcended store,

Chafing each noxious breath away,
And sweet'ning every fragrant fhore.

VII.

Here keeps his court fresh-blushing health,
His brows with blooming garlands bound;
Here bathes him in fair Schuylkill's wave,
And sports its hills and lawns around;

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