Raised as ancient prophets were, In heavenly vision, praise, and prayer; Pleased and blessed with God alone: Then while the gardens take my sight, To please my ear, and court my song; The sun, that walks his airy way, To light the world, and give the day; The moon, that shines with borrow'd light; The stars, that gild the gloomy night; The seas, that roll unnumber'd waves ; The field, whose ears conceal the grain, The yellow treasure of the plain; All of these, and all I see, Should be sung, and sung by me: They speak their Maker as they can, But want and ask the tongue of man. Go search among your idle dreams, Your busy or your vain extremes; And find a life of equal bliss, Or own the next begun in this. XVIII. TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER. ADDISON. KNELLER, with silence and surprise We see Britannia's monarch rise, The magic of thy art calls forth In every stroke, in every line, Does some exalted virtue shine, Line 2d, George I. painted by Kneller. And Albion's happiness we trace Through all the features of his face. O may I live to hail the day, When the glad nation shall survey Their sovereign, through his wide command, Passing in progress o'er the land! Each heart shall bend, and every voice In loud applauding shouts rejoice, Whilst all his gracious aspect praise, And crowds grow loyal as they gaze. The image on the medal placed, Or, wrought within the curious mould, And ripen'd the Peruvian mine. Thou, Kneller, long with noble pride, The foremost of thy art, has vied With nature in a generous strife, And touch'd the canvas into life. Thy pencil has, by monarchs sought, And, in the robes of state arrayed, The kings of half an age displayed. Here swarthy Charles appears, and there His brother with dejected air: Triumphant Nassau here we find, agree, |