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• Ye sea-green daughters of the flood,
< Old OCEAN'S NEREID line.
. So shall they to this threaten'd place
« A barrier firm extend,
And shores their shade was wont to grace,
« Their thunder shall defend.' '
HEN Pomp, when Wealth, when Great
ness sink to dust,
And tears as true as e'er embalm'd the dead
Shall D'AUSSEY! o'er thy humble tomb be shed,
Sent to MR. H A Y L EY, on reading his
EPISTLES on EPIC POETRY.
Nor this the Syren note of flattering praise, Or the fond tribute partial friendship pays;
A voice unknown to fame, to thee unknown,
But wak'd by thy superior worth alone,
Attempts, perhaps with too officious zeal,
Thy thoughts awhile from higher cares to steal,
O faireft hope of Britain's tuneful Choir! Why yield to other hands the Epic Wire ?
Say who of all her Bards like thee shall fwell
To strains of extasy th' Heroic shell ?
Or when the notes from Freedom's clarion blown
Chill the pale Despot on his trembling throne,
The nightly vision o'er Serena's soul?
Then let, illustrious Bard!-though rude her
A Muse of humble mien divert thy choice.
With timid hand snatch no reflected
From the sweet * Maniac of HESPERIAN race.
Since Genius' keenest rays thy bosom fire
O strike with natiye force the BRITISH Lyre,