Of fmiling victory that moment won, And Chatham heart-fick of his country's fhame! They made us many foldiers. Chatham, ftill Confulting England's happiness at home, Secur'd it by an unforgiving frown, If any wrong'd her. Wolfe, where'er he fought, Put fo much of his heart into his act, That his example had a magnet's force, And all were fwift to follow whom all lov'd. Thofe funs are fet. Oh, rife fome other fuch! Or all that we have left is empty talk Of old achievements, and defpair of new. Now hoift the fail, and let the ftreamers float Upon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck With lavender, and fprinkle liquid fweets, That no rude favour maritime invade The nofe of nice nobility! Breathe foft, Ye clarionets; and fofter ftill, ye flutes; That winds and waters, lull'd by magic founds, May bear us smoothly to the Gallic fhore! True, we have loft an empire-let it pass. And gives his direst foe a friend's embrace. 'Tis gen'rous to communicate. your skill To thofe that need it. Folly is foon learn'd: There is a pleasure in poetic pains The mirror of the mind, and hold them faft, Then to dispose his copies with fuch art, That each may find its moft propitious light, Than by the labour and the fkill it coft; So pleafing, and that fteal away the thought That, loft in his own mufings, happy man! He feels th' anxieties of life, denied Their wonted entertainment, all retire. Such joys has he that fings. But ah! not such, His dangers or escapes, and haply find There least amusement where he found the most. But is amusement all? ftudious of fong, And yet ambitious not to fing in vain, I would not trifle merely, though the world What vice has it fubdu'd? whofe heart reclaim'd By rigour, or whom laugh'd into reform? Alas! Leviathan is not fo tam'd: Laugh'd at, he laughs again; and, stricken hard, That fear no difcipline of human hands. The pulpit, therefore (and I name it fill'd With folemn awe, that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing)— The pulpit (when the fatʼrift has at laft, Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school, Spent all his force and made no profelyte)I fay the pulpit (in the fober use Of its legitimate, peculiar pow'rs) Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world fhall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornament, of virtue's caufe. There ftands the meffenger of truth: there ftands The legate of the fkies!-His theme divine, His office facred, his credentials clear. |