Adore the gods, and plough the seas: Long as the trident fills thy glorious hand. Glorious while heaven-born freedom lasts, By glowing pow'r in shades compress'd, Which stalks around, and chains the groaning earth. VOL. III. THE CLOSE, CONTENTS. This subject now first sung. How sung. Preferable to Pindar's subject. How Britain should be sung by all, THEE, Trade! I first, who boast no store, Who owe thee nought, thus snatch from shore, The shore of prose, where thou hast slumber'd long, And send thy flag triumphant down The tide of time to sure renown: O bless my country! and thou pay'st my song. Thou art the Briton's noblest theme; Why then unsung? my simple aim To dress plain sense, and fire the gen'rous blood, But list with yon ethereal train* The shining muse, to serve the public good. Of ancient art, and ancient praise, The springs are open'd in my lays† : *The stars. t-Tibi res antiquæ laudis, et artis Ingredior, sanctos ausus recludere fontes ; Ascræumque cano Romana per oppida carmen. Virg. Olympic heroes' ghosts around me throng, Till chiefs of equal fame they view, Nor grudge to Britons bold their Theban song. Transcend diversion light, and glory vain : The charioteer's, not empire's golden rein. Nor, Chandos! thou the Muse despise (Such Pindar's breast) thou Theron of our time! Seldom to man the gods impart A Pindar's head or Theron's heart. In life or song how rare the true sublime! None British born will sure disdain This new, bold, moral, patriot strain, Tho' not with genius, with some virtue crown'd ; (How vain the muse!) the lay may last, Thus twin'd around the British mast, The British mast with nobler laurels bound! Weak ivy curls round naval oak, And smiles at winds and storms unbroke; By strength not her's sublime: thus proud to soar, TeBritain's grandeur cleaves my strain, And lives and echoes through the plain, Be dumb, ye grov❜ling sons of verse, To tarnish Britain's naval bloom, Sing Britain's fame, with all her hero's fire. CHORUS. ; Ye Syrens, sing; ye Tritons, blow; From pole to pole; to Britain all belong : Britain to heaven: from heaven descends my song. ; VERSES Occasioned by THAT FAMOUS PIECE OF THE CRUCIFIXION. DONE BY MICHAEL ANGELO*. WHILE his Redeemer on his canvass dies, Views the pale cheek and the distorted mien; He studies torment; dives in mortal wce; *Who obtained leave to treat a malefactor, condemned to be broke upon the wheel, as he pleased for this purpose. The man being extended, this wonderful artist directed that he should be stabbed in such parts of the body as he apprehended would occasion the most excruciating torture, that he might represent the agonies of death in the most natural $ 2 manner. |