*M° OTHER OF WISDOM! thou, whose sway Who bid'ft their ranks, now vanish, now appear, Flame in the van, or darken in the rear; Accept this votive verfe. Thy reign Nor place can fix, nor power restrain. That wake, and thrill thro' ev'ry nerve. NOTE. According to a fragment of Afranius, who makes Experience and Memory the parents of Wisdom. Usus me genuit, Mater peperit MEMORIA, ΣΟΦΙΑΝ vocant me Graii, vOS SAPIENTIAM, This paffage is preferved by Aulus Gellius, lib. xiii. сар. 8. Vainly, the cygnet spread her downy plume, Devolves each tributary charm: See modeft Nature bring her fimple stores, Cull'd by the hand of the induftrious Muse, II. Hail, MEM'RY! hail. Behold, I lead She comes, and lo, thy realms expand! Full in the midft, and o'er thy numʼrous train There thron'd fupreme in native state, If Sirius flame with fainting heat, She calls; ideal groves their fhade extend, The cool gale breathes, the filent show'rs defcend. Or, Or, if bleak Winter, frowning round, Difrobe the trees, and chill the ground, She, mild Magician, waves her potent wand, And ready Summers wake at her command. See, vifionary Suns arife, Thro' filver clouds, and azure skies; See, sportive Zephyrs fan the crifped streams; Thro' fhadowy brakes light glance the sparkling beams; While, near the fecret mofs-grown cave, That stands befide the crystal wave, Sweet Echo, rising from her rocky bed, Mimics the feather'd Chorus o'er her head. III. Rife, hallow'd MILTON! rise, and say, How, at thy gloomy close of day; How, when "depreft by Age, befet with wrongs;" When "fall'n on evil days and evil tongues ;" When Darkness, brooding on thy fight, Exil'd the fov'reign lamp of light; Say, what could then one chearing hope diffuse? What friends were thine, fave Mem'ry and the Muse? Hence the rich spoils, thy ftudious youth Caught from the stores of antient Truth: Hence Hence all thy claffic wand'rings could explore, Each Scene, that Tiber's bank supply'd; ; Each Grace, that play'd on Arno's fide The tepid Gales, thro' Tuscan glades that fly; The blue Serene, that fpreads Hefperia's sky; Were still thine own: thy ample Mind Each charm receiv'd, retain'd, combin'd. And thence the nightly Vifitant," that came To touch thy bofom with her facred flame, Recall'd the long-loft beams of grace, That whilom fhot from Nature's face, When GOD, in Eden, o'er her youthful breast Spread with his own right hand Perfection's gorgeous veft. ODE |