THE SAME TRANSLATED.

In hôc laborant nostra doctorum manus,

Usum ut loquendi patrium Lustrare possint, quæque pulchra cognitis,

Ornatiorem reddere. Solerter illi dum refingendi modum

Sermonis externi docent,
Firmare vos oportet, Anglorum genus,

Interna linguæ robora ;
Sic agere, sic sentire, voci ut influant

Vis, lumen, atque puritas,
Poeticusque fervor, unde appareat

Quo caleat illa spiritu.

Let nothing shame you so
As falsehood's guileful show;

Still in the right be strong:
Let honest German truth
Be planted in your youth,

With words of German tongue.

Use not your lips to prate
In amorous debate;

But still in language clear
Your duteous thoughts express,
Your simple trustfulness

And earnest love sincere.

Lisp not in courtly phrase,
To soothe with empty praise

The proud, the vain man's ear;
But speak in lofty strain,
Like freemen who maintain

The rights they hold most dear.

And when our speech improved
And all its faults removed

Shall crown your great design,
Ye ne'er shall speak, but they
Who hear your words shall say,

Ye breathe a voice divine.

Virtute fretis sit pudori maximo

vilas.

Struxisse mendacem dolum ;
Et cum Britannis hæreat vocabulis

Britanna cordi veritas.
Ne garrientes cum puellarum choro

Inepta nugari juvet,
Sed fari honesto quæ quis animo sentiat

Simpliciter ac fideliter. Ne vana balbutite quæ potentium

Subblandiantur auribus : Clametis altâ voce digna liberis

Qui sancta jura vindicant.

Sic vestra linguam norma cum correxerit,

Mendis remotis omnibus,

Quisquis loquentes audiet fatebitur

Vos ore divino loqui.

TO CECILIA.

[The Lady to whom these lines are addressed is now living, together

with her father, and deservedly held in high esteem by all her friends.]

To help the sightless Homer of our land,
A daughter's faithful service was at hand,
Recalling to his ear full many a page
Of ancient wisdom and a classic age;
Blest maiden, who could recompense the care
Of such a father, and his loss repair!
Nor less, Cecilia, do we view in thee
An image true of filial piety;
Whose parent through a dreary length of years
Afflicted sore a double burden bears.
An ear is his with cold obstruction bound,
Dead to the world of harmony and sound;
Eyes lustreless, that never greet the day
Or feel the bright effulgence of her ray :

AD CECILIAM.

Capto lumine maximo poetæ Dulcem filia præstitit laborem, Doctam cum senis admoneret aurem Thesauris sapientiæ legendis. Felix illa, ter ampliusque felix, Pro multâ bonitate cui liceret Tali reddere gratiam parenti. Nec, Cecilia, tu minora patri Præstas officia, O fidele nobis Exemplar pietatis invidendæ. Multos jam senior laborat annos Ærumnâ duplici gravique damno : Ejus nam neque dia lux ocello Ostendit radium, neque ejus auri Ullam reddit imaginem loquela :