"Fairer to me, than ought in fabled fong "Or myftic record told of shores Atlantic! "Favour'd of heav'n, farewell! imperial ifle, "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 ftedfaft ftation, fast beside the throne "Of fcepter'd Rule, and there her state maintains "In focial concord, and harmonious love. "Thefe bleffings still be thine, nor medling fiend "Stir in your bufy streets foul Faction's roar; "Still thrive your glowing works, and gales propitious "Vifit your fens who ride the watry waste; "And still be heard from forth your gladfome bow'rs "Shrill tabor-pipes, and ev'ry peaceful found. "Norvain the wish, while GEORGE the golden fcale "With steady prudence holds, and temp'rate sway. "And when his courfe of earthly honour's run, "With lenient hand fhall FREDERIC footh your care, "Rich in each princely quality, mature "In years, and happiest in nuptual choice. "Thence too arife new hopes, a playful troop "Circles his hearth, fweet pledges of that bed, "Which Faith, and Joy, and thousand Virtues guard. "His be the care t' inform their ductile minds "With worthiest thoughts, and point the ways of “honour. "How often shall he hear with fresh delight "Their earnest tales, or watch their rifing paffions "With timerous attention; then fhall tell "Of juftice, 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 Purfued her fading hills, till wrapt in mist They gently funk behind the fwelling 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 conscious 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 Tending the bed of anguish; how great GEORGE How heav'd the orphan's and the widow's figh, For well was FREDERIC lov'd, and well deserv'd: His voice was ever sweet, and on his steps Attended ever the alluring grace Of gentle lowliness and social zeal. Him fhall remember oft the labour'd hind, Of Britain's peers conven'd, shall pass beside L And long-remember'd features shall return; These plaintive strains, from ALBION far away, I lonely meditate at even-tide; Nor skill'd nor ftudious of the raptur'd lay; Hail WOLSEY's fpacious dome! hail, ever-fam'd You deign to interweave this humble fong. ON THE SAME. BY MR. JAMES CLITHEROW OF ALL SOULS COLL. I. WAS on the evening of that gloomy day, TWASי 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 III. The full-voic'd choir, in ftoles of pureft white, In high devotion rapt, the mitred fage, |