And useful Science pleas'd to see Fills and commands the public eye; Till, pierc'd and sinking by her powerful ray, Tame Faith and monkish Awe, like nightly demons, fly. III. 3. Hence the whole land the patriot's ardour shares : ODE IX. TO CURIO. 1744. I. THRICE hath the Spring beheld thy faded fame Since I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell: Eager through endless years to sound thy name, Proud that my memory with thine should dwell. How hast thou stain'd the splendour of my choice! Those godlike forms which hover'd round thy voice, Laws, freedom, glory, whither are they flown? What can I now of thee to Time report, Save thy fond country made thy impious sport, Her fortune and her hope the victims of thy own? II. There are with eyes unmov'd and reckless heart I yet, even yet, believe it, spite of thee And all thy painted pleas to greatness and to vice. III. "Thou didst not dream of liberty decay'd, Nor wish to make her guardian laws more strong: But the rash many, first by thee misled, Bore thee at length unwillingly along." Rise from your sad abodes, ye curst of old For faith deserted or for cities sold, Own here one untried, unexampled deed; One mystery of shame from Curio learn, To beg the infamy he did not earn, [meed. And scape in Guilt's disguise from Virtue's offer'd IV. For saw we not that dangerous power avow'd With Eloquence and Reason at his side, By strength of holier spells the inchantress to control. V. Soon with thy country's hope thy fame extends; The rescued merchant oft thy words resounds; Thee and thy cause the rural hearth defends; His bowl to thee the grateful sailor crowns; The learn'd recluse, with awful zeal who read Of Grecian heroes, Roman patriots dead, Now with like awe doth living merit scan, While he, whom virtue in his blest retreat Bade social ease and public passions meet, Ascends the civil scene, and knows to be a man. VI. At length in view the glorious end appear'd: We saw the spirit through the senate reign; And Freedom's friends thy instant omen heard Of laws for which their fathers bled in vain. Wak'd in the strife, the public Genius rose More keen, more ardent from his long repose; Deep through her bounds the city felt his call; Each crowded haunt was stirr'd beneath his power, And murmuring challeng'd the deciding hour Of that too vast event, the hope and dread of all. VII. O ye good powers who look on human kind, O valiant Edward, first in civil fame, Behold the sum of all your labours nigh, [cure. Your plans of law complete, your ends of rule se VIII. 'Twas then - O shame! O soul from faith estrang'd! O Albion oft to flattering vows a prey! 'Twas then -Thy thought what sudden frenzy chang'd? What rushing palsy took thy strength away? Is this the man in Freedom's cause approv'd? The man so great, so honour'd, so belov'd? Whom the dead envied and the living bless'd? This patient slave by tinsel bonds allur'd? This wretched suitor for a boon abjur'd? Whom those that fear'd him, scorn; that trusted him, detest? IX. O lost alike to action and repose! With all that habit of familiar fame, Sold to the mockery of relentless foes, And doom'd to exhaust the dregs of life in shame, To act with burning brow and throbbing heart A poor deserter's dull exploded part, To slight the favour thou canst hope no more, Renounce the giddy crowd, the vulgar wind, Charge thy own lightness on thy country's mind, And from her voice appeal to each tame foreign shore. X. But England's sons, to purchase thence applause, Shall ne'er the loyalty of slaves pretend, By courtly passions try the public cause, Nor to the forms of rule betray the end. O race erect! by manliest passions mov'd, The labours which to Virtue stand approv'd, Prompt with a lover's fondness to survey; Yet, where Injustice works her wilful claim, Fierce as the flight of Jove's destroying flame, Impatient to confront, and dreadful to repay. XI. These thy heart owns no longer. In their room |