And pour their fouls in tranfport, which the SIRE
Of love approving hears, and calls it good.

Which way, AMANDA, fhall we bend our course?
The choice perplexes. Wherefore should we choose?
All is the fame with thee. Say, fhall we wind
Along the streams? or walk the fmiling mead?
Or court the foreft-glades? or wander wild
Among thy waving harvests? or ascend,
While radiant Summer opens all its pride,
Thy hill, delightful Shene*? Here let us sweep
The boundless landscape: now the raptur'd eye,
Exulting fwift, to huge AUGUSTA fend,
Now to the Sifter Hills + that skirt her plain,
To lofty Harrow now, and now to where
Majestic Windfor lifts his princely brow.
In lovely contrast to this glorious view
Calmly magnificent, then will we turn

To where the filver THAMES firft rural grows.
There let the feafted eye unwearied stray:
Luxurious, there, rove thro' the pendant woods
That nodding hang o'er HARRINGTON's retreat;
And, stooping thence to Ham's embowering walks,

* The old name of Richmond, fignifying in Saxon Shining, or Splendor.

Highgate and Hampstead.

Beneath whose shades, in fpotlefs peace retir'd,
With HER the pleasing partner of his heart,
The worthy QUEENSB'RY yet laments his GAY,
And polish'd CORNBURY Wooes the willing Mufe,
Slow let us trace the matchlefs VALE OF THAMES;
Fair-winding up to where the Mufes haunt

In Twit'nam's bowers, and for their POPE implore
The healing GOD*; to royal Hampton's pile,
To Clermont's terrass'd height, and Esher's groves,
Where in the fweeteft folitude, embrac'd

By the foft windings of the filent Mole,
From courts and fenates PELHAM finds repose.
Inchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse
Has of Achaia or Hefperia fung!

O vale of bliss! O foftly-swelling hills!
On which the Power of Cultivation lies,
And joys to fee the wonders of his toil.

Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around,
Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires,
And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all
The ftretching landscape into smoke decays!
Happy BRITANNIA! where the QUEEN OF ARTS,
Infpiring vigour, LIBERTY abroad

* In his laft fickness.

Walks, unconfin'd, even to thy farthest cots,
And scatters plenty with unfparing hand.

Rich is thy foil, and merciful thy clime;
Thy ftreams unfailing in the Summer's drought;
Unmatch'd thy guardian-oaks; thy valleys float
With golden waves: and on thy mountains flocks
Bleat numberlefs; while, roving round their fides,
Bellow the blackening herds in lufty droves.

Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rife unquell'd
Against the mower's fcythe. On every hand
Thy villas fhine. Thy country teems with wealth;
And property affures it to the fwain,

Pleas'd, and unwearied, in his guarded toil.

Full are thy cities with the fons of art;

And trade and joy, in every busy street,
Mingling are heard: even Drudgery himself,
As at the car he fweats, or dufty hews

The palace-ftone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports,
Where rifing mafts an endless profpect yield,
With labour burn, and echo to the shouts
Of hurried failor, as he hearty waves
His laft adieu, and loofening every sheet,
Refigns the spreading veffel to the wind.

Bold, firm, and graceful, are thy generous youth, By hardship finew'd, and by danger fir'd,

Scattering the nations where they go; and firft
Or on the lifted plain, or stormy feas.

Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plans
Of thriving peace thy thoughtful fires prefide;
In genius, and fubftantial learning, high;
For every virtue, every worth, renown'd;
Sincere, plain-hearted, hofpitable, kind;
Yet like the muftering thunder when provok'd,
The dread of tyrants, and the fole resource
Of thofe that under grim oppreffion groan.

Thy SONS OF GLORY many! ALFRED thine, In whom the fplendor of heroic war,

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And more heroic peace, when govern'd well,
Combine; whofe hallow'd name the virtues faint,
And his own Mufes love; the best of Kings!
With him thy EDWARDS and thy HENRYS fhine,
Names dear to Fame; the first who deep imprefs'd
On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms,
That awes her genius ftill. In Statesmen thou,
And Patriots, fertile. Thine a fteady MORE,
Who, with a generous tho' mistaken zeal,
Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage,
Like CATO firm, like ARISTIDES juft,
Like rigid CINCINNATUS nobly poor,

A dauntlefs foul erect, who fmil'd on death.

Frugal, and wife, a WALSINGHAM is thine;
A DRAKE, who made thee mistress of the deep,
And bore thy name in thunder round the world.
Then flam'd thy fpirit high; but who can speak
The numerous worthies of the MAIDEN REIGN?
In RALEIGH mark their every glory mix'd;
RALEIGH, the fcourge of Spain! whofe breaft with all
The fage, the patriot, and the hero burn'd.
Nor funk his vigour when a coward-reign
The warrior fetter'd, and at laft refign'd,
To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe.
Then, active ftill and unreftrain'd, his mind
Explor❜d the vaft extent of ages paft,
And with his prifon-hours enrich'd the world;
Yet found no times, in all the long research,
So glorious, or fo base, as those he prov'd,
In which he conquer'd, and in which he bled.
Nor can the Muse the gallant SIDNEY pafs,
The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd,
The Lover's myrtle, and the Poet's bay.
A HAMDEN too is thine, illuftrious land,
Wife, ftrenuous, firm, of unsubmitting foul,
Who ftem'd the torrent of a downward age,
To flavery prone, and bade thee rife again,
In all thy native pomp of freedom bold.

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