E'er yet thy Pencil tries her nicer toils,
Or on thy Palette lie the blended Oils,"
Thy careless Chalk has half atchiev'd thy art,
And her juft Image makes Cleora start.

A Mind, that grafps the whole, is rarely found, Half-learn'd, half-painters, and half-wits abound: Few, like thy Genius, at Proportion aim,

All great, all graceful, and throughout the fame.

Such be thy Life. O, fince the glorious Rage, That fir'd thy Youth, flames unfubdu'd by Age, Though Wealth nor Fame now touch thy fated Mind, Still tinge the Canvas, bounteous to Mankind. Since after Thee may rife an impious Line, Coarfe Manglers of the human face divine, Paint on, 'till Fate diffolve thy mortal part, And live and die the Monarch of thy Art.

An ODE on His·

MAJESTY'S RETURN.

Tum mea (fi quid loquar audiendum)
Vocis accedet bona pars : & o Sol
Pulcher, o laudande, canam recepto
Cafare felix.

Hør, Od. 2. lib.

I.

Afety attend the Ship that brings

SA

The Greatest, Wifeft, Best of Kings;
Conduct Her, Heav'n, atrofs the Deep,
Lay the unruly Winds afleep,

Command the bluft'ring Storms to cease,
And Will the Elements to Peace.

II.

O Happy Nation! People blefs'd !
Late most unhappy! moft diftrefs'd!
Forget thy Fears, forgive thy Wrongs
In willing, loyal, joyful Throngs
Meet the Preventer of thy Fate,

Meet the Redeemer of thy State.

III.

With pious Tears, and Grief confefs'd,
BELGIA refigns the Royal Guest::

Her

Her pious Tears our Joys increase,
Her Grief befpeaks our Happiness;

And Shouts, which echo from her Coast,

Say BELGIA's Wants are BRITAIN'S Boaft.
IV.

Difpell'd be our unquiet Fears;

For, fee, at length Great GEORGE appears:
The glad, exulting Crowd furveys

The Pride of BRITAIN; EUROPE'S Praise;
The Prince by bounteous Heav'n defign'd
The common Patron of Mankind.

V.

Indulgent Father of our Ifle,

Monarch of our Affections, Hail!

With bloodless, unbought Lawrels crown'd,
Welcome once more on English Ground;
To Subjects Welcome, Blefs'd, and Free,
Protected, refcu'd, fav'd by Thee.

VI.

Ye Pow'rs Divine! whofe righteous Sway
All Sublunary Things obey!

Accept our Thanks for GEORGE reftor'd,
BRITANNIA's greatest, best-lov'd Lord,
Whofe Glory is His People's Ease,
Juftice His Throne, His Scepter Peace.

VII. Con

VII.

Continue ftill, Kind Heav'n, to bless
His Arms and Councils with Success:
His Perfon guard; prolong His Reign,'
Our Legal Freedom to maintain ;
Invading Tyrants to oppofe;

And crush the Hopes of Home-bred Fods.