But thou canst taste no calm delight; Thy magnanimity in fight, I care not whether east or north, I RANSACK'D, for a theme of song, G Of trophied helmets, spears, and shields, Through tomes of fable and of dream! I sought an eligible theme, But none I found, or found them shar'd A To modern times, with Truth to guide My busy search, I next applied; Here cities won, and fleets dispers'd, Our father's triumphs and our own. Thus, as the bee, from bank to bow'r,! Assiduous sips at ev'ry flow'r, But rests on none, till that be found, A theme t' ennoble even mine, The spring of eighty nine shall be For then the clouds of eighty eight, That threaten'd England's trembling state With loss of what she least could spare, Her sov'reign's tutelary care, One breath of Heav'n, that cried-Restore! Chas'd, never to assemble more: And for the richest crown on Earth, Then peace and joy again possess’d Our Queen's long-agitated breast; Such joy and peace as can be known By suff'rers like herself alone, Who losing, or supposing lost The good on Earth they valu'd most, + 7525 For that dear sorrow's sake forego All hope of happiness below, O Queen of Albion, queen of isles vo Since all thy tears were chang'd to smiles, The eyes, that never saw thee, shine With joy not unallied to thine, ji ganon? Transports not chargeable with arton A Illume the land's remotest part, of revski And strangers to the air of courts, edT Both in their toils and at their sports, The happiness of answer'd pray'rs,anad That gilds thy features, show in theirs. If they, who on thy state attend,bna HYMN, FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY. HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r, In Heav'n thy dwelling place, And taught to seek thy face. Thanks for thy word, and for thy day, And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear,—but O impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, For if vain thoughts the minds engage Of older far than we, What hope, that, at our heedless age, |