Let him to fitter climes remove, Far from the hero's and the patriot's love, And lull mysterious monks to slumber in their cell. IV. 3. O Hastings, not to all Can ruling Heaven the same endowments lend: Yet still doth Nature to her offspring call, That to one general weal their different powers they bend, Unenvious. Thus alone, though strains divine Though with new honours the patrician's line He best shall prove, Whose lays the soul with noblest passions move. But thee, O progeny of heroes old, Thee to severer toil thy fate requires : The fate which form'd thee in a chosen mould, The grateful country of thy sires, Tho' Gaul's proud genius sank beneath his hand. V. 1. From rich domains and subject farms But loftier scenes to thee are shown, Where, long foretold, the People reigns: Where each a vassal's humble heart disdains; And judgeth what he sees; and, as he judgeth, wills. V. 2. Here be it thine to calm and guide To watch the state's uncertain frame, That monster, which is daily found Expert and bold thy country's peace to wound; Yet dreads to handle arms, nor manly counsel knows. V. 3. 'Tis highest Heaven's command, That guilty aims should sordid paths pursue; That what ensnares the heart should maim the hand, And Virtue's worthless foes be false to glory too. But look on Freedom: see, through every age, What labours, perils, griefs, hath she disdain'd! What arms, what regal pride, what priesuy rage, Have her dread offspring conquer'd or sustain'd! For Albion well have conquer'd. Let the strains Of happy swains, Which now resound Where Scarsdale's cliffs the swelling pastures bound, Bear witness; They plann'd for Freedom this her noblest reign. VI. 1. This reign, these laws, this public care, Which social good inspires; Where men, for this, assault a throne, Each adds the common welfare to his own; And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acquires. VI. 2. Say, was it thus, when late we view'd When fortune crown'd the barbarous host, And half the astonish'd isle was lost? Did one of all that vaunting train, Durst one in counsels pledge his life? Stake his luxurious fortunes in the strife? Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to cheer? VI. 3. Yet, Hastings, these are they Who challenge to themselves thy country's love; The true, the constant: who alone can weigh What glory should demand, or liberty approve! But let their works declare them. Thy free powers, The generous powers of thy prevailing mind, Not for the tasks of their confederate hours, Lewd brawls and lurking slander, were design'd. Be thou thy own approver. Honest praise Oft nobly sways Ingenuous youth; But, sought from cowards and the lying mouth, Dispose of honour and of scorn; Discern the patriot from the slave; And write the good, the wise, the brave, For lessons to the multitude unborn. BOOK II. ODE I. THE REMONSTRANCE OF SHAKESPEARE: SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN AT THE THEATRE ROYAL BY SUBSCRIPTION. 1749. IF, yet regardful of your native land, Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand, wit I come, the ancient founder of the stage, What though the footsteps of my devious Muse France |