5.

Non vox Aurora croceos fpirantis odores, Non quæ ftamineo de tegmine ftridt hirundo, Non galli tuba clara, neque hos refonabile cornu, Ex humili ulteriùs poterunt revocare cubili.

6.

Non illis fplendente foco renovabitur ignis, Sedula nec curas urgebit vefpere conjux ; Non patris ad reditum tenero balbutiet ore Certatimve amplexa genu petet ofcula proles,

7:

Illis fæpe feges maturâ ceffit aristâ,

Illi fæpe graves fregerunt vomere glebas;
Ah! quoties læti fub plauftra egere juvencos!
Ah! quoties duro nemora ingemuere sub icu!

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The breezy call of incenfe-breathing Morn,
The fwallow twitt'ring from the ftraw-built fhed,
The cock's fhrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more fhall roufe them from their lowly bed.

6.

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care :
No children run to lifp their fire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kifs to fhare.

7.

Oft did the harvest to their fickle yield,

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke How jocund did they drive their team afield!

How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy ftroke!

8.

Nec vitam utilibus quæ incumbit provida curis, Nec fortem ignotam, fecuraque gaudia ruris

Rideat Ambitio, tumidove Superbia faftu

Annales inopum quofcunque audire recufet.

9.

Sceptri grande decus, generofæ ftirpis honores,

Quicquid opes, aut forma dedit, commune fepul

chrum

Opprimit, et leti non evitabilis hora.

Ducit laudis iter tantùm ad confinia mortis.

10.

Parcite fic tellure fitis (ita fata volebant)

Si nulla in Memori furgant Infignia Busto,
Quà longos per templi aditus, laqueataque te&ta
Divinas iterare folent gravia organa laudes.

11.

Infcriptæne valent urnæ, fpirantiaque æra, Ad fedes fugientem animam revocare reli&tas ? Dicite, follicitet cineres fi fama repoftos ? Gloria fi gelidas Fatorum mulceat Aures ?

Quis

8.

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,

Their homely joys, and destiny obfcure; Nor Grandeur hear with a difdainful smile, The fhort and fimple annals of the poor.

9.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

Awaits alike th' inevitable hour.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

10.

Nor you, ye Proud, impute to These the fault,

If Mem❜ry o'er their Tomb no Trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn ifle and fretted vault The pealing anthem fwells the note of praise.

11.

Can floried urn or animated buft

Back to its manfion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the filent duft,

Or Flatt'ry footh the dull cold ear of Death ?

12.

Quis fcit, an hic animus neglectâ in fede quiefcat Quis prius incaluit cœleftis femine flammæ ?

Quis fcit, an hic fceptro Manus haud indigna recumbat,

Quæve lyræ poterat magicum inspirâffe furorem ?

- 13.

Annales fed nulla fuos His Mufa reclufit,

Dives opum variarum, et longo fertilis ævo :
Pauperies angufta facros compefcuit ignes,

Et vivos animi glaciavit frigore curfus.

14.

Sæpe corufcantes puro fulgore fub antris

Abdidit Oceanus, cæcoque in gurgite gemmas;
Neglectus fæpe, in folis qui nafcitur agris,

Flos rubet, inque auras fruftra difperdit odorem.

15.

Hic aliquis fortè Hampdenus, qui pectore firmo

Obftitit Imperio parvi in fua rura Tyranni,

Miltonus tumulo rudis atque inglorius illo

Dormiat, aut patrii Cromvellus fanguinis infons.

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