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But come, thou habitant of heav'n!
Infpirer of each gallant deed;

Virtue, bright queen, to whom 'tis given
The foul for purer joys to breed ;
High-arch'd, o'er yon cerulean plain,
Sublimely fhines thy facred fane,

The graces wait its portals nigh,

Which perfect fhall endure thro' vaft eternity.

Come, and thy gracious aid impart,
Each perishing pursuit to tame;
O root out folly from my heart,
And thou the full poffeffion claim.
Each roving wish, each vain defire,
O purge with thy celeftial fire;

What is the world's, the people's gazè?

Hence with the bubble fame, and idle breath of praise !

Whether, adown the ftream of time,

I pass with easy profp'rous fails;
Or o'er its waves I painful climb,
Forlorn and tofs'd by ftormy gales;
Still let me check the wanton breeze,
Nor be abforb'd in flothful eafe;

But stedfast steer, when tempefts rife

That rend my shatter'd bark, or mount it to the skies.

So

So come what will, the adverse scene,
Or fortune's gay alluring smile,
Still fhall I keep my foul ferene,
Superior to all finful guile;

Then, whether Fate's refiftless fhears,
Shall clip my thread in ripen'd years;

Or, in my Prime, my doom be spoke,
Undaunted fhall I yield, and fearless meet the stroke.

HEROIC

HEROIC

STANZA S,

On the Succeffes of his MAJESTY's Arms, and the Greatness of the ENGLISH NATION; 1762.

I.

AIL facred mufe! thou harbinger of fame,

HA!

To Britain's glory found the lofty rhime; A pleasing task her greatness to proclaim, And stamp her honours on the page of time.

II.

For fure, the praises of her warlike train,

To the harmonious deathless lyre belong; For them, fweet CLIO, raise the rapt'rous strain, And the rich tide of mufic pour along.

III.

As when the monarchs of the bestial race,

Triumphant, rove the fterile Lybian fand; The tyger fierce, and lordly pard they chafe, Nor dare the trembling flocks their rage withstand;

IV.

Or, as the fovereigns of the briny flood,

From shore to shore, imperial, cleave their way; Before them fly the fearful finny brood, And all confefs their wide-extended fway;

So

So when Britannia lifts her glitt'ring fpear,

Her enfigns blazing o'er th' embattl'd field; Heart-ftruck with awe, and chill'd with instant fear,

Her foes inglorious fly, or trembling yield.

VI.

Or if fome BLAKE her navies, vengeful, lead
O'er the wide bofom of the furging wave;
At her red flag, her en'mies, fill'd with dread,
Shrink to their ports, or find a watʼry grave.
VII.

Not Carthage old, for opulence renown'd,
Nor Tyre, long noted for her purple dye;
Nor aught that in th' hiftoric page is found,
With Britain's ifle in wealth and strength can vie.

VIII.

D

Her's is fair COMMERCE to earth's distant end,
Whether rich India yields her fpicy store,
Or Perfian looms their filken beauties blend,
Or mines Peruvian give the glitt'ring ore.

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IX.

True to her ports, her num'rous veffels bear
The coftly freight from each prolific foil;
Soft Perfia's filks, and India's fpice, we share,
And gold Peruvian gain without the toil.

X.

Well doth Britannia the fair path pursue,
Which ancient Rome with glory trod before
Abroad, each haughty tyrant to fubdue,

;

At home, t'encreafe each happy fubject's store,

XI.

Won by the valour of her martial bands,

Lo! this new world boafts her aufpicious name; Scant are the tracts the lordly Gaul commands,

And leffen'd proud Iberia's ample claim.

Thro' yon

XII.

fair ifles that grace the western main, Like gems bespangling Neptune's azure vest, Or ftars that deck the blue etherial plain,

The feats of British heroes are confeft.

XIII. Struck

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