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« Fairer to me, than ought in fabled song “ Or mystic record told of fhores Atlantic! “ Favour’d of heav'n, farewell ! imperial isle, “ Native to noblest 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 fiedfaft ftation, fast beside the throne “Of scepter'd Rule, and there her state maintains In social concord, and harmonious love. These blessings still be thine, nor medling fiend “ Stir in your busy itreets foul Faction's roar; “ Still thrive your growing works, and gales propitious • Visit your fons who ride the watry waste ; “ And still be heard from forth your gladsome bow'rs “ Shrill tabor-pipes, and ev'ry peaceful sound.

66 Norvain the wish, while George the golden scale “ With steady prudence holds, and temp'rate sway. “ And when his course of earthly honour's run, " With lenient hand shall FREDERIC sooth your care, “ Rich in each princely quality, mature

years, and happiest in nuptual choice. “ Thence too arise new hopes, a playful troop “ Circles his hearth, sweet pledges of that bed, “ Which Faith, and Joy, and thousand Visilies guard. “ His be the care t' inform their ductile minds “ With worthiest thoughts, and point the ways of

" honour.

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“ How often shall he hear with fresh delight
« Their earnest tales, or watch their rifing passions
« With timerous 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 secret stores
Of Britain's hope explor'd, while my strain'd fight
Pursued her fading hills, till wrapt in mift
They gently funk behind the swelling tide.
Nor flept those thoughts, whene'er in other climes
I mark'd the cruel waste of foul oppression,
Saw noblest spirits, and goodliest faculties,
To vassalage and loathsome service bound.
Then conscious preference rose; then northward

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? Distracted scenes
Of helpless forrow, folemn sad 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 sigh,
That follow'd Frederic to his filent tomb.

For well was Frederic lov'd, and well deserv'd:
His voice was ever sweet, and on his steps
Artended ever the alluring grace
Of gentle lowliness and social zeal.
Him shall remember of the labour'd hind,
Relating to his mates each casual act
Of courteous bounty. Him th' artificer,
Plying the varied woof in sullen sadness,
Tho' wont to carol many a ditty sweet.
Soon too the mariner, who many moons
Has counted, beating still the foamy surge,
And treads at last the with’d-for beach, shall stand
Appall’d at the sad tale, and soon shall steal
Down his rough cheek th' involuntary tear.

Be this our solace yet; all is not dead ; The bright memorial lives : from his example Shall Hymen trim his torch, domestic praise Be countenanc'd, and virtue fairer shew. In age succeeding when another GEORGE, To ratify some weighty ordinance Of Britain's peers conven'd, shall pass beside Those hallow'd spires, whose gloomy vaults enclose, Shrouded in sleep, pale rows of scepter'd kings, Oft to his sense the sweet paternal voice


And long-remember'd features shall return;
Then shall his generous breast be new inflam'd
To acts of highest worth and honest fame.

These plaintive strains, from ALBION far away,
I lonely meditàte at even-tide;
Nor skill'd nor studious of the raptur'd lay ;
But still rememb'ring of the magic founds,
Well-measurd to the chime of Dorian lute,
Or paft'ral stop, which erst I lov'd to hear
On ists' broider'd mead, where dips by fits
The stooping ofier in her hafty stream.

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





TWAS 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:

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

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

In high devotion rapt, the mitred fage,
With energy sublime, the rites began;
While tears from ev'ry sex, and ev'ry age,
Bewaild the prince, the father, and the man.

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