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Their inspiration. He perchance the gifts
Of young Lyæus, and the dread exploits,
May sing in aptest numbers : he the fate
Of sober Pentheus, he the Paphian rites,
And naked Mars with Cytherea chain'd,
And strong Alcides in the spinster's robes,
May celebrate, applauded. But with you,
O Naiads, far from that unhallow'd rout,
Must dwell the man whoe'er to praised themes
Invokes the immortal Muse. The immortal Muse
To your calm habitations, to the cave
Corycian, or the Delphic mount, will guide
His footsteps; and with your unsullied streams
His lips will bathe: whether the eternal lore
Of Themis, or the majesty of Jove,
To mortals he reveal; or teach his lyre
The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils,
In those unfading islands of the bless'd,
Where sacred bards abide. Hail, honour'd Nymphs ;
Thrice hail. For you the Cyrenaïc shell
Behold, I touch, revering. To my songs
Be present ye with favourable feet,
And all profaner audience far remove.

ODE

TO THE RIGHT REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHOP

OF WINCHESTER.

For toils which patriots have endur'd,
For treason quell'd and laws secur'd,
In every nation Time displays
The palm of honourable praise.
Envy may rail; and Faction fierce
May strive; but what, alas! can those
(Though bold, yet blind and sordid foes)

To gratitude and love oppose,
To faithful story and persuasive verse !

O nurse of Freedom, Albion, say,
Thou tamer of despotic sway,
What man, among thy sons around,
Thus heir to glory hast thou found ?
What page in all thy annals bright,
Hast thou with purer joy survey'd
Than that where Truth, by Hoadly's aid,

Shines through Imposture's solemn shade,
Through kingly and through sacerdotal night ?

To him the Teacher bless'd,
Who sent Religion, from the palmy field

By Jordan, like the morn to cheer the west,
And lifted up the veil which Heaven from Earth

conceald, To Hoadly thus his mandate he address'd:

“ Go thou, and rescue my dishonour'd law
From hands rapacious, and from tongues impure:
Let not my peaceful narne be made a lure
Fell Persecution's mortal snares to aid :
Let not my words be impious chains to draw
The freeborn soul in more than brutal awe,
To faith without assent, allegiance unrepaid.”

II.

No cold or unperforming hand
Was arm'd by Heaven with this command.
The world soon felt it : and, on high,
To William's ear with welcome joy
Did Locke among the blest unfold
The rising hope of Hoadly's name,
Godolphin then confirm'd the fame;

And Somers, when from Earth he came,
And generous Stanhope the fair sequel told.

Then drew the lawgivers around,
(Sires of the Grecian name renown'd,)
And listening ask'd, and wondering knew,
What private force could thus subdue
The vulgar and the great combin'd;
Could war with sacred Folly wage;
Could a whole nation disengage

From the dread bonds of many an age,
And to new habits mould the public mind.

For not a conqueror's sword, Nor the strong powers to civil founders known,

Were his : but truth by faithful search explor'd, And social sense, like seed, in genial plenty sown.

Wherever it took root, the soul (restor'd

To freedom) freedom too for others sought. Not monkish craft, the tyrant's claim divine, · Not regal zeal, the bigot's cruel shrine,

Could longer guard from reason's warfare sage;
Not the wild rabble to sedition wrought,

Nor synods by the papal genius taught,
Nor St. John's spirit loose, nor Atterbury's rage.

III.

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But where shall recompense be found ?
Or how such arduous merit crown'd?
For look on life's laborious scene;
What rugged spaces lie between
Adventurous Virtue's early toils
And her triumphal throne! The shade
Of Death, meantime, does oft invade

Her progress; nor, to us display'd,
Wears the bright heroine her expected spoils.

Yet born to conquer is her power :
- Hoadly, if that favourite hour
On Earth arrive, with thankful awe
We own just Heaven's indulgent law.
And proudly thy success behold;
We attend thy reverend length of days
With benediction and with praise,

And hail thee in our public ways
Like some great spirit fam'd in ages old.

VOL. VIII.

While thus our vows prolong . Thy steps on Earth, and when by us resign'd

Thou join'st thy seniors, that heroic throng Who rescued or preserv'd the rights of human kind,

0! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue.
Thee still, her friend and benefactor, name:
0! never, Hoadly, in thy country's eyes,
May impious gold, or pleasure's gaudy prize,
Make public virtue, public freedom, vile;
Nor our own manners tempt us to disclaim

That heritage, our noblest wealth and fame, Which thou hast kept entire from force and factious

guile.

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