By custom guided to pursue

Or wealth, or honors, fame, or ease, What others wish he wishes too,

Nor from his own peculiar choice,

'Till ftrengthen'd by the public voice, His very pleasures please.

III.

How oft, beneath fome hoary shade
Where Cam glides indolently flow,
Haft thou, as indolently laid,

Prefer'd to heaven thy fav'rite vow,
"Here, here forever let me ftay,
"Here calmly loiter life away,

"Nor all those vain connections know

"Which fetter down the free-born mind

"The flave of intereft, or of fhow; "Whilft yon gay tenant of the grove, "The happier heir of Nature's love, "Can warble unconfin'd."

IV.

Yet fure, my friend, th' eternal plan
By truth unerring was defign'd;
Inferior parts were made for man,

But man himself for all mankind.

Then by th' apparent judge th' unfeen;
Behold how rolls this vast machine

To one great end, howe'er withftood,

Directing

Directing it's impartial course.

All labour for the general good.
Some stem the wave, some till the foil,
By choice the bold, th' ambitious toil,
The indolent by force.

V.

That bird, thy fancy frees from care,

With

many a fear, unknown to thee,

Muft rove to glean his scanty fare
From field to field, from tree to tree,

His lot, united with his kind,
Has all his little joys confin'd;
The Lover's and the Parent's ties

Alarm by turns his anxious breast,
Yet, bound by fate, by instinct wife,
He hails with fongs the rifing morn,
And pleas'd at Evening's cool return
He fings himself to reft.

VI.

And tell me, has not Nature made
Some ftated void for thee to fill,

Some fpring, fome wheel which asks thy aid
To move, regardless of thy will?
Go then, go feel with glad furprize

New blifs from new attentions rife ;

Till, happier in thy wider sphere,

Thou quit thy darling schemes of ease ;

Nay, glowing in the full career

Ev'n wifh thy virtuous labours more;

Nor 'till the toilfome day is o'er

Expect the night of peace.

ODE. TO INDEPENDENCY.

H

By Mr. MASON.

I.

ERE, on my native fhore reclin'd,

While Silence rules this midnight hour,

I woo thee, GODDESS. On my musing mind
Defcend, propitious Power!

And bid thefe ruffling gales of grief fubfide:
Bid
my calm'd foul with all thy influence shine ;
As yon chaft Orb along this ample tide
Draws the long luftre of her filver line,

While the hush'd breeze its laft weak whisper blows,
And lulls old HUMBER to his deep repose.

II.

Come to thy Vot'ry's ardent pray'r,
In all thy graceful plainnefs dreft;
No knot confines thy waving hair,
No zone thy floating vest.

Unfullied Honor decks thine open brow,
And Candor brightens in thy modeft eye :
Thy blush is warm Content's ætherial glow,
Thy smile is Peace; thy step is Liberty:
Thou scatter'st blessings round with lavish hand,
As Spring with careless fragrance fills the land.

III. As

Thou heard'st him, Goddefs, ftrike the tender ftring,
And badft his foul with bolder paffions move:

Strait these refponfive fhores forgot to ring,

With Beauty's praife, or plaint of flighted Love;
To loftier flights his daring Genius rofe,

And led the war, 'gainst thine, and Freedom's foes.
IV.

Pointed with Satire's keeneft fteel,

The fhafts of Wit he darts around;

Ev'n + mitred Dulness learns to feel, pos

And fhrinks beneath the wound.

In aweful poverty his honest Muse

2

Walks forth vindictive thro' a venal land:
In vain Corruption sheds her. golden dews,

In vain Oppreffion lifts her iron hand

;

He fcorns them both, and, arm'd with truth alone,

Bids Luft and Folly tremble on the throne.

V.

Behold, like him, immortal Maid,

The Mufes veftal fires I bring:

Here at thy feet the fparks I spread;

Propitious wave thy wing,

* Andrew Marvell, born at Kingfton upon Hull in the year 1620.

+ Parker, bishop of Oxford.

And fan them to that dazzling blaze of Song,
That glares tremendous on the Sons of Pride.
But, hark, methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue!
In diftant trills it echos o'er the tide ;

Now meets mine ear with warbles wildly free,
As fwells the Lark's meridian ecstacy.

VI.

"Fond Youth! to MARVELL's patriot fame, Thy humble breast muft ne'er afpire. "Yet nourish ftill the lambent flame; "Still ftrike thy blameless Lyre : "Led by the moral Muse securely rove; "And all the vernal sweets thy vacant Youth "Can cull from bufy Fancy's fairy grove,

"O hang their foliage round the fane of Truth: "To arts like thefe devote thy tuneful toil,

"And meet its fair reward in D'ARCY's fmile."

""Tis he, my Son, alone fhall chear

"Thy fick'ning foul; at that fad hour,
"When o'er a much-lov'd Parent's bier,

Thy duteous Sorrows shower :

"At that fad hour, when all thy hopes decline;

"When pining Care leads on her pallid train,
"And fees thee, like the weak, and widow'd Vine,
"Winding thy blafted tendrils o'er the plain.

"At that fad hour fhall D'ARCY lend his aid,
“And raise with Friendship's arm thy drooping head.

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