The time has been when I have frown'd I said, 'While Philomela's song When hearts are in each other bless'd, Yet think betimes, ye gentle train TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY. 1750. I. 1. How oft shall I survey This humble roof, the lawn, the greenwood shade, The vale with sheaves o'erspread, The glassy brook, the flocks which round thee stray? When will thy cheerful mind Of these have utter'd all her dear esteem? Or, tell me, dost thou deem No more to join in glory's toilsome race, But here content embrace That happy leisure which thou had'st resign'd? I. 2. Alas, ye happy hours, When books and youthful sport the soul could share, Of civil life had aw'd her simpler powers; Revisit here my friend in white array, Oh fail not to display Each fairer scene where I perchance had part, That so his generous heart The' abode of even friendship may remain. I. 3. For not imprudent of my loss to come, Where public praise and envied greatness dwell. Far other was the task enjoin'd When to my hand thy strings were first assign'd: Far other faith belongs to friendship's honour'd name. II. 1. Thee, Townshend, not the arms Of slumbering ease, nor pleasure's rosy chain, No, nor bright science, nor the Muse's charms. Have deign'd so strike the warbling Tuscan shell, What habit an immortal city wears. II. 2. Had this been born to shield The cause which Cromwell's impious hand betray'd, His redcross banner o'er the Belgian field. Hath shut those loftiest paths, it next remains, Of harmony, selected minds to' inspire, To feed and eternize in hearts like thine. II. 3. For never shall the herd, whom envy sways, From hoary age a strict account will claim Of each auspicious palm with which thy youth was crown'd. III. 1. Nor obvious is the way Where Heaven expects thee, nor the traveller leads, Or groves that hark to Philomela's lay. To nobler virtues wed severer cares. The summit next where heavenly natures dwell? What storms beat round that rough laborious height. III. 2. Ye heroes, who of old Did generous England Freedom's throne ordain; To Nassau, great deliverer, wise and bold; Your wounds, your painful marches, wintry seas, The day by cowardice and falsehood vex'd, The indignant heart disdaining the reward III. 3. Which envy hardly grants. But, O renown, 'Lo, these,' he saith, 'lo, these are they Who to the laws of mine eternal sway From violence and fear asserted human kind.' IV. 1. Thus honour'd while the train Of legislators in his presence dwell; The statesman shall the second palm obtain. Let vulgar bards, with undiscerning praise, But wisest Heaven what deeds may chiefly move What; save wide blessings, or averted harms? Nor to the' imbattled field Shall these achievements of the peaceful gown The green immortal crown Of valour, or the songs of conquest, yield. While bare of crest he hew'd his fatal way, |