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The noblest Friendship ever shown
The Saviour's history makes known,

Though some bave turn’d and turn'd it;
And, whether being craz’d or blind,
Or seeking with a biass'd mind,

Have not, it seems, discern'd it.


O Friendship ! if my soul forego
Thy dear delights while here below;

To mortify and grieve me,
May I myself at last appear
Unworthy, base, and insincere,

Or may my friend deceive me !

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on a mischievous Bull, which the Owner of him sold

at the Author's instance,

Go-Thou art all unfit to share

The pleasures of this place With such as its old tenants are,

Creatures of gentler race.

The squirrel here his hoard provides,

Aware of wintry storms,
And wood-peckers explore the sides

Of rugged oaks for worms.

The sheep here smooths the knotted thorn

With frictions of her fleece ; And here I wander eve and morn,

Like her, a friend to peace.

Ah ! I could pity thee exila

From this secure retreat-
I would not lose it to be styl’d

The happiest of the great.

But thou canst taste no calm delight;

Thy pleasure is to show Thy magnanimity in fight,

Thy prowess-therefore go

I care not whether east or north,

So I no more may find thee; The angry muse thus sings thee forth,

And claps the gate behind thee.




Written in Commemoration of his Majesty's happy Recovery.

I RANSACK', for a theme of song,
Much ancient chronicle, and long ;
I read of bright embattled fields,
Of trophied helmets, spears, and shields,
Of chiefs, whose single arm could boast
Prowess to dissipate a host;
Through tomes of fable and of dream
I sought an eligible theme,'
But none 1 found, or found them shar'd
Already by some happier bard.

To modern times, with Truth to guide
My busy search, I next applied ;
Here cities won, and fleets dispers’d,
Urg'd loud a claim to be rehears'd,
Deeds of unperishing renown,
Our father's triumphs and our own.

Thus, as the bee, from bank to bow'r,
Assiduous sips at ev'ry flow'r,
But rests on none, till that be found,
Where most nectareous sweets abound,
So I, from theme to theme display'd
In many a page historic stray'd,

Siege after siege, fight after fight,
Contemplating with small delight,
(For feats of sanguinary hue
Not always glitter in my view ;)
Till, settling on the current year,
I found the far-sought treasure near.
A theme for poetry divine,
A theme to' ennoble even mine,
In memorable eighty-nine.



The spring of eighty-nine shall be
An æra cherish'd long by me,
Which joyful I will oft record,
And thankful at my frugal board;
For then the clouds of eighty-eight,
That threaten'd England's trembling state
With loss of what she least could spare,
Her sov'reign's tutelary care,
One breath of Heav'n, that cried-Restore !
Chas’d, never to assemble more :)
And for the richest crown on Earth,
If valu'd by its wearer's worth,
The symbol of a righteous reign
Sat fast on George's brows again.

Then peace and joy again possess'd
Our Queen's long-agitated breast;
Such joy and peace as can be known
By suff'rers like herself alone,
Who losing, or supposing lost
The good on Earth they valu'd most,
For that dear sorrow's sake forego
Ill hope of happiness below,
Then suddenly regain the prize,
And flash thanksgivings to the skies.!

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