A vicious love depraves the mind, ODE ON EOLUS'S HARP". I. ETHEREAL Race, inhabitants of Air, Who hymn your God amid the secret grove, And raise majestic strains, or melt in love. II. Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid! olus's Harp is a musical inftrument, which plays with the wind, invented by Mr. Ofwald; its properties are fully defcribed in the Castle of Indolence. III. But hark! that ftrain was of a graver tone, On the deep ftrings his hand fome hermit throws; Or he the facred Bard*, who fat alone In the drear waste, and wept his people's woes. IV. Such was the fong which Zion's children fung, When by Euphrates' ftream they made their plaint; And to fuch fadly folemn notes are ftrung Angelic harps, to sooth a dying faint. V. Methinks I hear the full celeftial choir Thro' heaven's high dome their awful anthem raise; Let me, ye wand'ring Spirits of the wind! Who, as wild Fancy prompts you, touch the string, Smit with your theme, be in your chorus join'd, For till you cease my Muse forgets to fing. ODE IN THE MASK OF ALFRED. I. WHEN Britain firft, at Heaven's command, Arofe from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels fung this ftrain; "Rule, Britannia! rule the waves; "Britons never will be flaves." II. The nations, not fo bleft as thee, "Rule," &c. III. Still more majestic fhalt thou rife, Serves but to root thy native oak. "Rule," &c. IV. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame: 66 V. To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine: And every fhore its circles thine. "Rule," &c. VI. The Muses, ftill with Freedom found, Shall to thy happy coaft repair: Bleft Ifle! with matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair. SONGS. SONG. I. ONE day the God of fond defire, II. The fhepherd mark'd his treach'rous art, And, foftly fighing, thus reply'd; 'Tis true, you have fubdu'd my heart, The flave in private only bears SONG. HARD is the fate of him who loves, |