ODE I To MEMORY. 'M I. OTHER OF WISDOM! thou, whose sway Who bidft their ranks, now vanish, now appear, Accept this votive verfe. Thy reign Nor place can fix, nor power restrain: * According to a fragment of Afranius, who makes Experience and Memory the parents of Wisdom. Usus me genuit, Mater peperit MEMORIA, ΣOPIAN 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, and eye Rove thro' the realms of Grace, and Harmony: That wake, and thrill thro' every nerve. Elfe vainly sweet yon woodbine shade With clouds of fragrance fill the glade; See modeft Nature bring her fimple stores, While every flower in Fancy's clime, Each gem of old heroic Time, Cull'd by the hand of the industrious Muse, Around thy shrine their blended beams diffuse. II. Hail, MEM'RY! hail. II. Behold I lead To that high fhrine the facred Maid; She comes, and lo, thy realms expand ! Full in the midft, and o'er thy num'rous train There thron'd fupreme in native state, If Sirius flame with fainting heat, She calls; ideal groves their fhade extend, The cool gale breaths, the filent show'rs defcend: Difrobe the trees, and chill the ground, And ready fummers meet her wing'd command. See, vifionary Suns arife, Mid filver clouds, and azure skies; See, See, sportive Zephyrs fan the crifped streams ; Thro' shadowy brakes light glance the fparkling beams : While, near the fecret mofs-grown cave, That stands befide the crystal wave, Sweet Eccho, rifing from her rocky bed, Mimics the feather'd Chorus o'er her head. III. Rife, hallow'd MILTON! rife, and say, How, at thy gloomy close of Day; How, when " depreft by Age, befet with wrongs; Exil'd the fov'raign lamp of light: Say, what could then one chearing hope diffuse? Caught from the ftores of antient Truth: Each |