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The rock's high fummit, in the temple's fhade,
The temple shakes: the founding gates unfold; Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold, Rais'd on a thousand pillars, wreath'd around With laurel-foliage, and with eagles crown'd. The maily columns in a circle rife,
O'er which a pompous dome invades the fkies:
WHEN on the goddefs firft I caft my fight,
With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they fing;
For Fame they raise the voice, and tune the ftring:
AROUND thefe wonders, as I cast a look, The trumpet founded, and the temple fhook; And all the nations, fummon'd at the call, From different quarters, fill the spacious hall. Of various tongues, the mingled founds were heard; In various garbs, promifcuous throngs appear'd: Millions of fuppliant crowds the shrine attend, And all degrees before the goddefs bend; 'The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the fage, And boafting youth, and narrative old age.
FIRST at the fhrine, the learned world appear, And, to the goddefs, thus prefer their prayerLong have we fought t' inftruct and please mankind, "With ftudies pale, with midnight vigils blind: "But, thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none, "We here appeal to thy fuperior throne; "On wit and learning the juft prize bestow, "For fame is all we muft expect below."The goddess heard; and bade the mufes raise The golden trumpet of eternal praife. From pole to pole the winds diffufe the found, And fill the circuit of the world around: Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud; The notes, at first, were rather fweet than loud: By juft degrees, they every moment rise ; Spread round the earth, and gain upon the fkies.
NEXT thefe, the good and juft, an awful train, Thus, on their knees, addrefs the facred fane "Since living virtue is with envy curs'd, "And the beft men are treated like the worft,
"Do thou, just goddess! call our merits forth,
A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore; And proud defiance in their looks they bore.-"For thee (they cry'd) amidft alarms and ftrife, "We fail'd, in tempefts,, down the ftream of life; "For thee, whole nations fill'd with fire and blood,
And fwam to empire through the purple flood. "Thofe ills, we dar'd, thy infpiration own; "What virtue feem'd, was done for thee alone.""Ambitious fools! (the queen reply'd and frown'd) "Be all your deeds in dark oblivion drown'd: "There, fleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone; "Your ftatues moulder'd, and your names unknown."A fudden cloud ftraight fnatch'd them from my fight, And each majestic phantom funk in night.
THEN came the smallest tribe I yet had feen : Plain was their drefs, and modeft was their mien"Great idol of mankind! we neither claim "The praise of merit, nor afpire to fame; "But, fafe in deferts, from th' applaufe of men, "Would die unheard-of, as we liv'd unseen. " 'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from fight, "Thofe acts of goodnefs, which themselves requite. "O! let us, ftill, the fecret joy partake, "To follow virtue, ev'n for virtue's fake.". "And live there men, who flight immortal fame ? "Who, then, with incenfe fhall adore our name? "But, mortals, know, 'tis ftill our greatest pride, "To blaze thofe virtues, which the good would hide.
"Rife, mufes! rife! add all your tuneful breath!
WHILE thus I ftood, intent to fee and hear, One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear"What could thus high thy rash ambition raise? "Art thou, fond youth, ! a candidate for praise ?”'Tis true, faid I, not void of hopes I came ; For, who fo fond, as youthful bards, of fame? But, if the purchase cost so dear a price, As foothing folly, or exalting vice; And, if the mufe muft flatter lawless sway; And follow ftill, where fortune leads the way; Or, if no bafis bear my rising name,
But the fall'n ruins of another's fame;
Then, teach me, Heav'n! to fcorn the guilty bays;
ODE ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF LORD HAY, NOW EARL OF ERROL.
A unkill'd in venal praife,
Unftain'd with flattery's art;
Who loves fimplicity of lays,
For, not on beds of gaudy flowers
Where floth diffolves, and fpléen devours,
To hurl the dart, to ride the car,
To stem the deluges of war,