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· SENSE, VIRTUE, WIT, and PRUDENCE, all
No more shall win the reverence of mankind,
• COURAGE, and Worth, no longer honor boast,
But GLORY follow whom
favor moft :
«O'er BEAUTY, Pam shall reign despotic still,
• Cupid resign his arrows to SPADILLE,
! And all who bow to Fashion's dread awards,
! Confess the universal power of Cards.'
'S H ο ο Τ. Ι Ν
-VOLANS LIQUIDIS IN NUBIBUS ARSIT,
E sylvan muses! as my step invades
The deep recesses of your hallow'd shades,
your echoing caves prolong The harsher cadence of your votary's song ?
Not anxious now to strike the trembling wire,
Sweetly responsive to your vernal choir;
Or from the treasur'd stores of earth to bring
The fragrant produce of the roseate spring:
Mine the rude task, while summer's fading ray
To yellow autumn yields the shortening day,
And all the variegated woods appear
'Mid the wild tempeft, and the feason frore;
Destruction on your feather'd race to pour,
And add new. horrors to the wintry hour.
'Twas thine, immortal SOMERVILLE! to trace
The livelier raptures of the joyful chace,
Severer care these calmer lays demand,
And Fancy curb'd by sage Instruction's hand :
Yet, for the Muse some scatter'd charms shall gleam
'Mid the rich chaos of this copious theme;
Yet, here shall Glory view with generous aim,
The rising elements of martial fame.
As from the chace BRITANNIA's youth shall learn
The docile ftecd with ready hạnd to turn;
O'er the rude crag his bounding steps to guide,
Or press his ardor down the mountain's fide,
Till, rushing to the field with fierce delight,
She sends forth other * LINDSEYS to the fight :
So shall the steady train, of careful eye,
* This gallant Officer, who was killed in one of the defcents on the coast of France, during the war before last, was very instrumental in first forming the Light Horse of this country.
With steps, by labor unfubdu'd, shall know
Hang o'er his march, and all his movements foil;
Their close platoons, with cool and certain aim;
Shall send destruction forth in vollied flame :
Or o'er the field dispers’d, each shot they pour
Shall mark some hoftile victim's fatal hour.
Of old, ere man with imitative skill,
Taught mimic thunders to obey his will,
* See 33 Hen. VIII. ch.9.