False Julius, ambush'd in this fair disguise, No mask in basest minds ambition wears, Wouldst thou be famed? Have those high deeds in view O blest ambition! which can ne'er be vain. From one famed Alpine hill, which props the sky, In whose deep womb unfathom❜d waters lie, Here burst the Rhone, and sounding Po; there shine, In Brunswick such a source the muse adores, Nor human rage alone his power perceives, But the mad winds, and the tumultuous waves. 1 Ev'n storms (death's fiercest ministers !) forbear, And, in their own wild empire, learn to spare. Thus, nature's self, supporting man's decree, Styles Britain's sovereign, sovereign of the sea. While sea and air, great Brunswick ! shook our state, And sported with a king's and kingdom's fate, Deprived of what she loved, and press'd by fear, Of ever losing what she held most dear, How did Britannia, like Achilles, weep, And tell her sorrows to the kindred deep! Hang o'er the floods, and, in devotion warm, Strive, for thee, with the surge, and fight the storm! What felt thy Walpole, pilot of the realm! Our Palinurus2 slept not at the helm ; His eye ne'er closed; long since inured to wake, 1 Alluding to the king in danger at sea. 2 Ecce Deus ramum Lethæo rore madentem, &c. VIRG. lib. v. OCEAN: AN ODE, OCCASIONED BY HIS MAJESTY'S ROYAL ENCOURAGEMENT OF THE SEA SERVICE. TO WHICH ARE PREFIXED AN ODE TO THE KING; AND A DISCOURSE I THINK myself obliged to recommend to you a consideration of the greatest importance; and I should look upon it as a great happiness, if, at the beginning of my reign, I could see the foundation laid of so great and necessary a work, as the increase and encouragement of our seamen in general; that they may be invited, rather than compelled by force and violence, to enter into the service of their country, as oft as occasion shall require it: a consideration worthy the representatives of a people great and flourishing in trade and navigation. This leads me to mention to you the case of Greenwich Hospital, that care may be taken, by some addition to that fund, to render comfortable and effectual that charitable provision, for the support and maintenance of our seamen, worn out, and become decrepit by age and infirmities, in the service of their country.-Speech, Jan. 27, 1727-8. ODE TO THE KING.-1728. OLD ocean's praise A truly British theme I sing; I dare complete, And join with ocean, ocean's king. The Roman ode Majestic flowed: Its stream divinely clear, and strong; Thebes roll'd profound; The torrent roar'd, and foam'd along. Let Thebes, nor Rome, So famed, presume To triumph o'er a northern isle; Late time shall know The north can glow, If dread Augustus deign to smile. The naval crown Is all his own! Our fleet, if war, or commerce, call, His will performs Through waves and storms, And rides in triumph round the ball. No former race, This theme to ravish durst expire ; With virgin charms My soul it warms, And melts melodious on my lyre. My lays I file With cautious toil; Ye graces! turn the glowing lines; Your strokes repeat; At every stroke the work refines ! How music charms! How metre warms! Parent of actions, good and brave! And worth inflames ! And holds proud empire o'er the grave! Jove mark'd for man A scanty span, But lent him wings to fly his doom; To wit he gave With those we lift to life, we live ; With heroes bold, And share the blessings which we give. What hero's praise Can fire my lays, Like his, with whom my lay begun? "Justice sincere, And courage clear, Rise the two columns of his throne. "How form'd for sway! They read the monarch in his port: Supply the law; And his own lustre makes the court :" On yonder height, Triumphant shines? and shines alone? Unrivall'd blaze! The nations gaze! 'Tis not the sun; 'tis Britain's throne. Our monarch, there, Should tempests rise, disdains to bend Derides the stroke; His blooming honours far extend ! Beneath them lies, With lifted eyes, Fair Albion, like an amorous maid; Bold foreign kings To fly, like eagles, to his shade. At his proud foot Immortal nourishment supplies; Thence wealth and state, And power and fate, Which Europe reads in George's eyes. |