III.
Let Health, gay daughter of the skies,

On Zephyr's wings descend,
And scatter pleasures as she flies

Where Surry's downs extend ;
There HERRING wobeş her friendly power,

There may the all her roses shower,
To heal that shepherd all her balms employ,
So will she footh our fears, and give a nation joy,

IV.
Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends

So soon are claim'd by Fate !
Lo! * Pelham to the grave descends,

The bulwark of the ftate :
When will fair Truth his equal find

Among the best of human kind?
Long be the fatal day with mourning kept !
Augustus sigh'd sincere, and all the worthy wept.

V.
Thy delegate, kind heaven, restore

To health, and safely keep;
Let good Augustus sigh no more,

No more the worthy weep:

• The Right Honourable Henry Pelham, Esq; died on the 6th

of March 1754

And

And still upon the royal head

The riches of thy blessings shed: Establish'd with his counsellors around, Long be his prosp'rous reign, and all with glory crown'd.

An AUTUMNAL O D E.

By the Same,

YE

I.
ET once more, glorious God of day,

While beams thine orb serene,
O let me warbling court thy ftay

To gild the fading scene !
Thy rays invigorate the Spring, -

Bright Summer to perfection bring,
The cold, inclement days of Winter cheer,
And make th’Autumnal months the mildest of the year,

II.
Ere yet the russet foliage fall,

I'll climb the mountain's brow,
My friend, my Hayman, at thy call,

To view the scene below :
How sweetly pleasing to behold
Forests of vegetable gold!

How mix'd the many-chequer'd shades between The tawny mellowing hue, and the gay vivid green!

III.
How splendid all the sky! how still!

How mild the dying gale !
How soft the whispers of the rill

That winds along the dale !
So tranquil Nature's works appear,

It seems the Sabbath of the year;
As if, the Summer's Labour past, she chose
This season's sober calm for blandishing repose.

IV.
Such is of well-spent life the time,

When busy days are past,
Man verging gradual from his prime,

Meets facred Peace at laft:
His flowery Spring of pleasures o'er,

And Summer's full-blown pride no more,
He gains pacific Autumn, meek and bland,
And dauntless braves the stroke of Winter's palfy'd hand.

V.
For yet awhile, a little while,

Involv'd in wint'ry gloom,
And lo! another Spring shall smile,
A Spring eternal bloom ;

Then

Then shall he shine, a glorious guest,

In the bright mansions of the blest, Where due rewards on Virtue are bestow'd, And reap the golden fruits of what his Autumn sow’d.

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A S O N G.

1.
WAY, let nought to love displeasing,

My Winifreda, move thy fear,
Let nought delay the heav'nly blessing,
Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care.

II.
What though no grants of royal donors
With

grace our blood,
We'll shine in more substantial honours,
And to be noble we'll be good.

III.
What though from Fortune's lavish bounty

No mighty treasures we possess,
We'll find within our pittance plenty,

And be content without excess.
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IV. Still

pompous titles

IV.

Still shall each kind returning season

Sufficient for our wishes give,
For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.

V.
Our name, whilft virtue thus we tender,

Shall sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke,
And all the great ones much shall wonder,
How they admire such little folk.

VI.
Through youth and age in love excelling,

We'll hand in hand together tread,
Sweet smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed.

VII.
How should I love the pretty creatures,

Whilst round my knees they fondly clung,
To see 'em look their mother's features,
To hear 'em lisp their mother's tongue !

VIII.
And when with envy Time transported

Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I
go wooing
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my boys.