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Already tofs'd on boift'rous seas,
Not all the smiles of court,
Could tempt him out of port.
But, by the will of adverse fate,
And poison'd half the realm ;
He boldly grasp'd the helm.
He only heard his country's call,
That wisdom's thought to teach,
Or perish in the breach.
AN AN ODE OF CONDOLENCE,
ADDRESSED TO LORD GEGM-E.
By the Author of the Congratulatory Ode.
(See page 109.)
My Lord, you're hạrt by foolish praise ;
Indignant blushes rise !
Your friend with honey daubs your face,
Did Ferdinando ever mutter,
Or lov'd domestic strife! .
DARTMOUTH, 'tis true, had left his poft ;
your assistance ; Your character the faint surprises, For higher still your courage rises,
As danger's at a diftance !
But fince your Lordship’s at the helm,
Were Rebels on the borders !
You'll folve discordant orders.
One truth, at last, our statesmen feel,
To this or t'other Lord;
And drops his wooden sword.
Early in BRAG's * your courage shone,
-Expos'd your timid heart;
To play a traitor's part.
In twenty odes your acts I?ll fing,
• His Lordship was then Licateqant-Colonel to Brag's Regiment,
-Betray'd your high command :
Shall burn your trembling hand !
The laurel wither'd on your head,
And when you're mixt with dust,
-Yon Alpin form your bust!
And brighten Siwo's name :
Afas !' how callous to this wound,
Within your cancred heart :
Out-plays a traitor's part!
Yes! History's remotest page,
Shall make your fame revive :
Then S---Lle's name shall live!
Your victories shall marble
grace, Your German trophies we shall trace,
Display'd o'er Minden's plain :
* The fagacious reader will easily discover, that the pofie tion of fame alludes to Hudibras's description of that double-mouthed goddess.