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Anxious, the charge to all the stars resign'd,
Ausonia soon receiv'd her wondering guest,
Now the wide field of Europe he surveys, Compares her kings, her thrones and empires
weighs, In ripen'd judgment and consummate thought; Great work! by Nassau's favour cheaply bought.
He now returns to Britain a support, Wise in her senate, graceful in her court; And when the public welfare would permit, The source of learning, and the soul of wit. O Warwick ! (whom the muse is fond to name, And kindles, conscious of her future theme) O Warwick ! by divine contagion bright! How early didst thou catch his radiant light! By him inspir’d, how shine before thy time, And leave thy years, and leap into thy prime!
On some warm bank, thus, fortunately born, A rose-bud opens to a summer's morn, Full-blown ere noon her fragrant pride displays, And shows th' abundance of her purple rays.
Wit, as her bays, was once a barren tree; We now, surpris’d, her fruitful branches see; Or, orange-like, till his auspicious time It grew
indeed, but shiver'd in our clime : He first the plant to richer gardens led,
And fix’d, indulgent, in a warmer bed :
When loose from public cares the grove he sought,
What he has sung, how early and how well,
No fuller proof of power th' Almighty gave,
Nought can the genius of his works transcend, But their fair purpose and important end; To rouse the war for injur'd Europe's laws, To steel the patriot in great Brunswick’s cause; With virtue's charms to kindle sacred love, Or paint th' eternal bowers of bliss above. Where hadst thou room, great author! where to roll The mighty theme of an immortal soul ? [brought Through paths unknown, unbeaten, whence were Thy proofs so strong for immaterial thought? One let me join, all other may excel, “ How could a mortal essence think so well ?”
But why so large in the great writer's praise ? More lofty subjects should my numbers raise ; In him (illustrious rivalry!) contend The statesman, patriot, christian, and the friend! His glory such, it borders on disgrace
the best of human race.
But haste to thy illustrious task; prepare
· The publication of his Works.
REFLECTIONS ON THE PUBLIC SITUATION
OF THE KINGDOM.
INSCRIBED TO THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE.
HOLLES ! immortal in far more than fame!
Nor shall or Europe or Britannia blame
Let not fomented flames of private pique
Such deeds the minister, the prince adorn;
is shown but in such deeds as these : All, all is impotence but acting right; [power ? And where's the statesman but would show his To prince and people thou, of equal zeal ! Be it henceforward but thy second care To grace thy country, and support the throne; Though this supported, that adorn'd so well, A throne superior our first homage claims ; To Cæsar's Cæsar our first tribute due : A tribute which, unpaid, makes specious wrong And splendid sacrilege of all beside : Illustrious followers; we must first be just; And what so just as awe for the supreme? Less fear we rugged ruffians of the north, Than virtue's well-clad rebels nearer home; Less Loyola's disguis'd, all-aping sons, Than traitors lurking in our appetites ; Less all the legions Seine and Tagus send, Than unrein'd passions rushing on our peace : Yon savage mountaineers are tame to these. Against those rioters send forth the laws,