But every MUSE fhall read thy care,

Shall trace thy vagrant ftep, and mark thy pencil

there.

IV.

But in the lovely Virgin's eye

And polifh'd form, and blooming face,

Thy fairest luftre we descry,

And gaze upon thy pureft grace.

Ah fay! can all the mingled flowers

Whose rofeate leaves, the circling hours
On earth's green bosom lavish fling,
When genial Zephyr breathes the spring,
Please like the maid whofe charms infpire
The glowing wifh of young defire?

Though blush with varied dyes the trees,

Though fweets ambrofial load the breeze,

Flies every bloom, fades every green,

Till female Beauty deign to crown the enchanting

fcene.

V.

Beneath the spicy foreft's fhade

The INDIAN breathes his amorous vow,
Where ice eternal binds the glade

Thy power the frozen ZEMBLIANS know;

For there thy beam with heavenly light

Has chear'd the gloom of polar night.

Where to the Eunuch's fervile care

Luxury commits the imprifon'd fair,

There o'er the defolated plains

Stern Slavery unrefifted reigns,

But where Love's gentle rights are known

Which mutual freedom gives alone,

There Courage dwells, ingenuous Shame,

And Virtue's holy meed, and Glory's ardent flame.

VI.

But though the smiling Landscape spread

It's richest views on every fide,

Though waves each oak it's folemn head

In all the pomp of leafy pride':

What pleasure fhall these scenes impart,

How foothe to reft the laboring heart,

If malice fell, or black defpair,
Or keen remorfe inhabit there?

And fay can all the charms that lie
In HEBE's check, or HELEN's eye,
Delight, if fcorn, or cold difdain,

Or changes defultory reign,

Or Jealoufy's tormenting sway,

Ufurp the power of Love, or cloud his golden

ray.

VII.

'Tis in the confcious mind alone

That BEAUTY fhews her pureft beam,

There ftands fecure her lafting throne
Not idly borne on Fancy's ftream:

Though

Though the rude blaft, and wintry ftorm,
The blooming Landscape's charms deform,
Though withering time, or pale disease,
Bid the wan cheek no longer please,

Yet if within the feeling breaft

Soft pity dwell a welcome guest,

If fmiling Peace, and Meeknefs fweet,

And Conftancy there fix their feat;

Then shall thy charms defpife the rage

Of winter's dreary frown, and mock the force of

age.

ODE

C 3

AND PERFORMED IN THE MUSIC-SCHOOL AT OXFORD.

I.

MMORTAL Harmony! thy heavenly ftrain

Coeval grew with fea, and earth, and fkies.

What time from chaos' rude primeval reign

The Almighty Fiat bade creation rife,

The angelic hoft around applauding stood,

And loud their golden lyres proclaim'd that all

was good.

Thofe