xxvir. Ev'n now for peace the gods are press'd; We woo the nations to be bless'd; For peace, victorious Kings! we call to you: Soft emblem of eternal love! Thro' trackless air and desert skies I flew. XXVII. My former lays,* of rough contents, And wake attention to more mild address. XXIX. Have I not heard you both declare Your hearts detest the purple war, And melt in anguish for the world's repose! 160 Thro' Europe bless'd, with joy her heart o'erflows. XXX. Your friend, your brother of the North, To meet your arms comes smiling forth, Endless beam on into eternity. * The foregoing stanzas. 170 180 XXXI. What long allies!---the virgin train Your most obdurate foes may gain; See how her charms in lineal lustre shine! Has darted rays of temper'd fire: The mother breath'd soft air, and bloom divine. XXXII. How fair the field! ye Aonian bees! * XXXIII. Ev'n mine they taste, and with success: The pulse subsides; they seek repose; XXXIV. No: by the blood of Blenheim's plain The wise Ibernian is the friend of peace. * Ye poets, 190 XXXV. Yet, lest I fail, (for prophets old Not all infallibly foretold) We set our naval terrors in array. XXXVI. O, could I sing as you have fought, Bright as the sun!---How you burn at my heart! Soul-rising resound! Swift drawn from the thigh, How the swords flame on high! How the cannons' deep knell Fates of kingdoms foretel! How to battle, to battle, our fathers brave part, 220 How to battle, to conquest, to triumph, we dart! XXXVII. But who gives conquest? he whose ray To darkness turns the blaze of day; Whose boundless favour far outflows the main; And curb more rebel human will.-- With peace O bless us! or in war sustain. XXXVIII. Dost thou sustain ?------ Ye twinkling Fry! Tho' your scales glitter, tho' your numbers swarm, Ah! gently glide for life's dear sake, Nor dare leviathan awake, Who spouts a river, and who breathes a storm. XXXIX. And now who censures this Address? 231 Thus crowns, states, common men make peace; They swell, sooth, double, dive, swear, pray, defy; And when rank Int'rest has prevail'd, And Artifice the treaty seal'd, Stark Love and Conscience own the bastard tie. XL. Ambassadors! ye mouths of kings! Ye missive monarchs! empire's wings! What tho' the Muse your province proudly chose? 'Tis a reprisal fairly made, Her province you long since invade, Ye perfect Poets! in the vale of prose. XLI. More safe, O Muse! that humble vale, O! strike thy swelling sails, and make to shore. XLII. While warmer climes, in cooler strains, Volume IV. S 250 The bleeding horse and horseman hurl to ground, 'Tis mine to sing, and sing the first, That mighty shock, that dreadful burst Of war, which bellows thro' the seas profound. XLIII. Nor mean the song, or great my blame; When such the patrons, such the theme, 259 Who might not glow, soar, paint, with rage divine? Truth, simple Truth, I proudly dress'd In Fancy's robe, her flow'ry vest Dipp'd in the curious colours of the Nine. XLIV. But, ah! 'tis past; I sink; I faint; Nor more can glow, or soar, or paint; XLV. My vocal Shell! which Thetis form'd Beneath the waves which Venus warm'd With all her charms, (if ancient tales be true) Ere Paan silver chords bestow'd; 270 My Shell! which Clio gave, which kings applaud, Which Europe's bleeding Genius call'd abroad, Adieu, pacific Lyre! my laurell'd Thrones! adieu. Hear, Atticus! your sailor's song: I sing, I live for you. |