"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
The well-known characters of fome lov'd friend,
Tho' diftant not unmindful? Still I learn'd.
Delighted, what each patriot plan devis'd
Of arts, or glory, or diffufive 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 his filent tomb.

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,
Relating to his mates each cafual act
Of courteous bounty. Him th' artificer,
Plying the varied woof in fullen sadness,
Tho' wont to carol 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 stand
Appall'd at the fad tale, and foon shall steal
Down his rough cheek th' involuntary tear.
Be this our folace 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 fucceeding when another GEORGE,
To ratify fome weighty ordinance

Of Britain's peers conven'd, shall pass beside
Those hallow'd spires, 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 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 meditate at even-tide;

Nor skill'd nor ftudious of the raptur'd lay;
But ftill rememb'ring oft the magic founds,
Well-measur'd to the chime of Dorian lute,
Or paft'ral stop, which erft I lov'd to hear
On ISIS' broider'd mead, where dips by fits
The stooping offer 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.

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
Proclaim'd aloud the dismal 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 rapt, the mitred fage,
With energy fublime, the rites began;
While tears from ev'ry fex, and ev'ry age,
Bewail'd the prince, the father, and the man.