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The Muse shall sing, and what she sings shall
last.) Scarce could the goddess from her nymph be known,
in vain : L“ Ah Cynthia ! ah—though banished from thy
In a soft silver stream dissolved away.
streams, Then foaming pour along, and rush into the
Thames. 1 Thou, too, great father of the British floods ! 'With joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods ; 220 Where towering oaks their growing honours
rear, And future navies on thy shores appear. Not Neptune's self from all his streams receives A wealthier tribute, than to thine he gives. No seas so rich, so gay no banks appear, 225 No lake so gentle, and no spring so clear. Nor Po so swells the fabling poet's lays, While led along the skies his current strays, As thine, which visits Windsor's famed abodes, To grace the mansion of our earthly gods : 230 Nor all his stars above a lustre show, Like the bright beauties on thy banks below;
i The River Loddon.-P.
2 These six lines were added after the first writing of this poem.-P.
Where Jove, subdued by mortal passion still, Might change Olympus for a nobler hill. Happy the man whom this bright court ap
proves, His sovereign favours, and his country loves; Happy next him, who to these shades retires, Whom nature charms, and whom the Muse
inspires; Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, Successive study, exercise, and ease. 240 He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields : With chemic art exalts the mineral powers, And draws the aromatic souls of flowers: 244 Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high ; O’er figured worlds now travels with his eye; Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store, Consults the dead, and lives past ages o'er : Or wandering thoughtful in the silent wood, Attends the duties of the wise and good, 250
To observe a mean, be to himself a friend, (To follow Nature, and regard his end; Or looks on Heaven with more than mortal
eyes, Bids his free soul expatiate in the skies, Amid her kindred stars familiar roam, 255 Survey the region, and confess her home! Such was the life great Scipio once admired, Thus Atticus, and Trumbull thus retired.
Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless,
260 Bear me, oh bear me to sequestered scenes, The bowery mazes and surrounding greens : To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes
fill, Or where ye Muses sport on Cooper's Hill.
On Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall grow, 265 While lasts the mountain, or while Thames
shall flow. I seem through consecrated walks to rove, I hear soft music die along the grove : Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade, By god-like poets venerable made: 270 Here his first lays majestic Denham sung; There the last numbers flowed from Cowley's
tongue. O early lost! what tears the river shed, When the sad pomp along his banks was led ! His drooping swans on every note expire, 275 And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre. Since fate relentless stopped their heavenly
voice, No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice; Who now shall charm the shades, where Cowley
strung His living harp, and lofty Denham sung? 280 But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings ! Are these revived ? or is it Granville sings ? 'Tis yours, my lord, to bless our soft retreats, And call the Muses to their ancient seats; To paint anew the flowery sylvan scenes, 285 To crown the forests with immortal greens, Make Windsor-hills in lofty numbers rise, And lift her turrets nearer to the skies ; To sing those honours you deserve to wear, And add new lustre to her silver star. 290
1 Mr. Cowley died at Chertsey, on the borders of the Forest, and was from thence conveyed to Westminster.-P.
2 All the lines that follow were not added to the poem till the year 1710. What immediately followed this, and made the conclusion, were these : “My humble Muse, in unambitious strains,” &c.—P. 300
Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage,' Surrey, the Granville of a former age : Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance: In the same shades the Cupids tuned his lyre, To the same notes, of love and soft desire: 296 Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, Then filled the groves as heavenly Mira now.? · Oh wouldst thou sing what heroes Windsor
bore, What kings first breathed upon her winding
shore, Or raise old warriors, whose adored remains In weeping vaults her hallowed earth contains ! With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, Stretch his long triumphs down through every
age, Draw monarchs chained, and Crecy's glorious field,
305 The lilies blazing on the regal shield: Then, from her roofs where Verrio's colours fall, And leave inanimate the naked wall, Still in thy song should vanquished France
appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's spear. 310
Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn.
| Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry; famous in the time of Henry VIII. for his sonnets, the scene of many of which is laid at Windsor.-P.
2 The Fair Geraldine of Surrey was a daughter of the Earl of Kildare. The Mira of Granville was the Countess of Newburgh.-Warton.
3 Edward III. born here.—P.
4 For Verrio, see “Moral Essays,” Ep. iv. 146, note.
5 Henry VI.-P.