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Such was the song which Zion's children sung,
When by Euphrates' stream they made their And to such sadly solemn notes are strung (plaint:
Angelic harps, to soothe a dying saint.
Methinks I hear the full celestial choir, (raise;
Thro' heaven's high dome their aweful anthem Now chanting clear, and now they all conspire
To swell the lofty hymn, from praise to praise.
Let me, ye wand’ring spirits of the wind,
Whoas wild Fancyprompts you touch the string, Smit with your theme, be in your chorus join'd;
For, 'till you cease, my Muse forgets to sing.
IMITATION 1.—COLLEY CIBBER.
A NEW-YEAR's ODE.
Laudes egregii Cæsaris
OLD battle-array, big with horror is fled, And olive-rob’d Peace again lifts up her head. Sing, ye Muses, Tobacco, the blessing of peace; Was ever a nation so blessed as this ?
When summer suns grow red with heat,
Tobacco tempers Phæbus’ ire,
Yellow Autumn, youthful Spring,
Like Neptune, Cæsar guards Virginian fleets,
Fraught with Tobacco's balmy sweets; Old Ocean trembles at Britannia's power,
And Boreas is afraid to roar.
Happy mortal! he who knows
RECITATIVO. Let foreign climes the wine and orange boast, While wastes of war deform the teeming coast; Britannia, distant from each hostile sound, Enjoys a Pipe, with ease and freedom crown'd; E'en restless faction finds itself most free, Or if a slave, a slave to liberty.
Tell, if ever you have seen
IMITATION II.-AMB. PHILIPS.
Tenues fugit ceu fumus in auras.
LITTLE tube of mighty pow'r,
And thy snowy taper waist,
Happy thrice, and thrice agen, · Happiest he of happy men.