Canst thou with Freedom's sons rejoice But fails his bolder fire-O say, Can Tully charm each sense away, And baffle reason's aid? Canst thou, with pity mov'd, bewail And fond believing heart? Or say, does Eloisa's line, Where learning, taste, and love combine, A nobler flame impart ? The Muse in mild melodious lays Should Hope her lenient aid refuse, Music her sister arts may aid, And Poetry o'er light and shade Meek suppliants all at Beauty's shrine, The Pencil, Muse, and Lyre. ODE IV. ΤΟ CONCORD. BY THE REV. MR. HUDSON. SOUL of the world, first mover, say, From thee what glorious being came, Powerful to raise this universal frame? Who taught the ponderous wheels to play? Gave beauty to look forth with radiant eyes, And cloath'd with ambient day the chrystal skies? 'Twas Concord, who enthron'd above, With sevenfold adamantine chains The path of wandering orbs restrains, And walks the courts of genuine light, Nor is she to the heavens confin'd; Forth on the morning's wing she rides, Where doves sit cooing at the noon-tide hour, The delicate touch flies o'er the trembling strings, The buxom air, the saphire main, All height and depth confess thy gracious reign: Lodg'd in the human breast thy dearest cell. There halcyon peace securely broods, And meek tranquillity attends To quell unruly rage, and sooth the swelling floods. Now by the magic of thy tongue, That call'd up first the rolling spheres, Thro' the gay circle of revolving years, The smiles and winning passions play The loves the heavenly gift admire, And tip their little darts with lambent fire; Fresh wreaths the graces bring, and form the round, Where rising daisies mark the measur'd ground. Now by the rosy mildness sweet, Of which when youthful Spring awakes, What time the silk-plum'd zephyrs meet Great goddess! with the words of peace Bid this wild uproar of contention cease; |