"Fairer to me, than ought in fabled fong "Or myftic record told of fhores Atlantic! "Favour'd of heav'n, farewell! imperial isle, "Native to nobleft wits, and best approv'd "In manly science, and advent'rous deed! "Celestial Freedom, by rude hand estrang'd "From regions once frequented, with Thee takes “Her stedfast station, fast beside the throne "Of fcepter'd Rule, and there her ftate maintains "In focial concord, and harmonious love.

"These bleffings ftill be thine, nor meddling fiend "Stir in your bufy ftreets foul Faction's roar; "Still thrive your growing works, and gales propitious "Vifit your fons who ride the watry wafte; "And still be heard from forth your glad fome bow'rs "Shrill tabor-pipes, and ev'ry peaceful found.

"Nor vain the wish, while GEORGE the golden fcale "With steady prudence holds, and temp'rate sway. "And when his courfe of earthly honours run, "With lenient hand fhall FREDERIC footh your care, "Rich in each princely quality, mature

"In years, and happiest in nuptial choice. "Thence too arife new hopes, a playful troop "Circles his hearth, fweet pledges of that bed, "Which Faith, and Joy, and thoufand Virtues guard. "His be the care t' inform their ductile minds "With worthieft thoughts, and point the ways of honour.

"How often shall he hear with fresh delight "Their earneft tales, or watch their rifing paffions "With timorous attention; then shall tell "Of justice, fortitude and public weal, "And oft the while each rigid precept smooth "With winning tokens of parental love!"

Thus my o'erweening heart the fecret ftores Of Britain's hope explor'd, while my strain'd fight Purfued her fading hills, till wrapt in mist They gently funk beneath the swelling tide. Nor flept those thoughts, whene'er in other climes I mark'd the cruel waste of foul oppreffion, Saw nobleft fpirits, and goodlieft faculties, To vaffalage and loathfome service bound. Then confcious preference rofe; then northward turn'd

My eye, to gratulate my natal foil.

How have I chid with froward eagerness

Each veering blaft, that from my hand witheld
The well known characters of some lov'd friend,
Tho' diftant, not unmindful? Still I learn'd
Delighted, what each patriot plan devis'd
Of arts, or glory, or diffusive commerce,
Nor wanted its endearment every tale
Of lightest import. But oh! heavy change,
What notices come now? Diftracted fcenes-
Of helpless forrow, folemn fad accounts;
How fair AUGUSTA watch'd the weary night.

Tending the bed of anguish; how great GEORGE
Wept with his infant progeny around;

How heav'd the orphan's and the widow's figh,
That follow'd FREDERIC to the filent tomb.

For well was FREDERIC lov'd; and well deferv'd:
His voice was ever sweet, and on his steps
Attended ever the alluring grace

Of gentle lowliness and focial zeal.
Him fhall remember oft the labour'd hind,
Relating to his mates each casual act
Of courteous bounty. Him th' artificer,
Plying the varied woof in fullen sadness,
Tho' wont to carrol many a ditty sweet.
Soon too the mariner, who many moons
Has counted, beating ftill the foamy furge,
And treads at last the wish'd-for beach, shall ftand
Appall'd at the fad tale, and soon shall steal
Down his rough cheek th' involuntary tear.
Be this our folace yet, all is not dead;
The bright memorial lives: for his example
Shall Hymen trim his torch, domestic praise
Be countenanc'd, and virtue fairer fhew.
In age fucceeding, when another GEORGE,
To ratify fome weighty ordinance

Of Britain's peers conven'd, fhall pass befide
Those hallow'd fpires, whofe gloomy vaults enclose,
Shrouded in fleep, pale rows of fcepter'd kings,
Oft to his sense the sweet paternal voice

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And long-remember'd features fhall return;
Then fhall his generous breast be new inflam'd
To acts of highest worth, and highest fame.
These plaintive strains from ALBION far away,
Ilonely meditate at even-tide;

Nor skill'd nor ftudious of the raptur'd lay;
But ftill remembring oft the magic founds,
Well-meafur'd to the chime of Dorian lute,
Or paft'ral ftop, which erft I lov'd to hear
On Isis' broider'd mead, where dips by fits
The stooping ofier in her hafty stream.

Hail WOLSEY's fpacious dome! hail, ever fam'd
For faithful nurture, and truth's facred lore,
Much honour'd parent! You my duteous zeal
Accept, if haply in thy laureat wreath
You deign to interweave this humble fong.

ON THE SAME.

BY MR. JAMES CLITHEROW OF ALL SOULS COLL.

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I.

WAS on the evening of that gloomy day,

When FREDERIC, ever lov'd, and ever mourn'd, (Such heav'n's high will, and who shall disobey ?) To earth's cold womb in holy pomp return'd :

II.

With fullen founds, the death-denouncing bell
Proclaim'd aloud the difmal tale of woe,
The pealing organ join'd the folemn knell,
In mournful notes, majestically flow.

III.

The full-voic'd choir, in ftoles of pureft white,.
With frequent pause, the foul-felt anthem raise;
While o'er the walls in darkest sable dight,
A thousand tapers pour'd their holy blaze.

IV.

In high devotion wrapt, the mitred fage,
With energy fublime, the rites began ;
While tears from every sex, and every age,
Bewail'd the prince, the father, and the man.