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OTHER OF WISDOM! thou, whose fway
The throng'd ideal hosts obey ;
Accept this votive verse. Thy reign
* According to a fragment of Afranius, who makes Experience and Memory the parents of Wisdom.
Usus me genuit, Mater peperit MEMORIA,
YOQIAN vocant me Graii, vos SAPIENTIAM. The Passage is preserv'd by Aulus Gellius, Lib. XIII. Cap. 8.
All all is thine. For thee the ear,
The Senses thee spontaneous serve,
That wake, and thrill thro' every nerve. Else vainly foft, lov’d Philomel! would flow The soothing sadness of thy warbled woe:
Else vainly sweet yon woodbine shade
With clouds of fragrance fill the glade; Vainly, the cygnet spread her downy plume, The vine gush nectar, and the virgin bloom.
But swift to thee, alive, and warm,
Devolves each tributary charm :
While every flower in Fancy's clime,
Each gem of old heroic Time,
Hail, MEM'R Y! hail. Behold I lead
To that high shrine the sacred Maid; Thy daughter she, the Empress of the lyre, The first, the faireft, of Aonia's quire.
She comes, and lo, thy realms expand !
She takes her delegated stand
There thron'd supreme in native state,
If Sirius flame with fainting heat,
Or, if bleak Winter, frowning round,
Disrobe the trees, and chill the ground,
See, visionary Suns arise,
See, sportive Zephyrs fan the crisped streams ;
While, near the secret mofs-grown cave,
That stands beside the crystal wave, Sweet Eccho, rising from her rocky bed, Mimics the feather'd Chorus o'er her head.
Rise, hallow'd MILTON! rise, and say,
How, at thy gloomy close of Day;
When Darkness, brooding on thy fight,
Exild the fov’raign lamp of light:
Hence the rich fpoils, thy studious youth
Caught from the stores of antient Truth: Hence all thy busy eye cou'd pleas'd explore, When Rapture led thee to the Latian shore;