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Origvial Poetty. 



[Nov.1. 



O Liberty ! thy love prevails 

 Albion s wild Jhores and rocks among ; 

 Swells in her mountain gales, 



Tfivills in her poet's fong. 

 Defiance-breathing ftrains are thine, 



The fhout that hails the battle-hour ; 

 O then how bright thy lightnings Ihine, 



When fierce they blaft the brow of pow'r ! 

 No anger fires the eye of Death, 



When ftern he drinks the jvitriot's breath ; 

 No arrowy terrors round him wive, 

 To daunt the fpirit of the brave j 

 For ill the ftruggle of the Free 

 The meed of Death is Viiftory ! 

 -Birmingham. HarmoDIUS. 



SONG AND CHORUS, 



WRITTZN IN HONOUR OF HIS ROYAL 

 HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES, BV 



MR. eelfour; and song at MOR- 



DEN, THE SEAT OF ABRAHAM GOLD- 

 SMID, ES<i.. AUGUST 22, 1806. 



"VXTHILE venal Bards, with rude acclaim, 

 ^ Extol a haughty defpot'sfame, 

 And, where he drives the Fiends of War, 

 With adulation load his car, — 

 The Mufes here, from Plenty's hoard, 

 As Wit and Beauty deck the board, 

 Attune the lyre, rejoiced to fing 

 In praife of Britain's future King. 



CHORUS. 



Fill then the bowl with myrtle bound. 

 Let Morden's roof with mirth refound. 

 And every tjnguc this ftrain declare, 

 «' Long live Britannia's joy aftd heir." 



At eafc reclin'd, or rob'd in ftate. 

 The Graces on his aftioiis wait } 

 Where'er the Prince is lieard to rov«, 

 There Pleafure fports, and fiolicks Love j— 

 While Art and Science o'er the land 

 Confefs in fmiles his foftering hand, 

 And with the ions of Commerce blend. 

 To greet the nation's hope and friend. 



CKORUS. 



Fill then the bowl, <Scc. 

 But ihould Ambition's hordes invade 

 This facred ille, for Freedom made, 

 When myriads flulh'U with ardour glovir 

 To hurl deftruiftion on the foe ; _ 

 Then, foremoft, with terrific mien, 

 Great George in battle (hall be feen, 

 Refolv'd his deftin'd realm to fave. 

 Or fall, the braveft of the brave ! 



CHORUS. 



Fill then the bowl, &c. 



Who, nobly fcorning mad An-.bitlon's tow'r. 

 Pants not her high-brow'd fteep to gain. 

 With danger compalVd rousid, 

 The loofe-hung rock, and faithlefs 

 ground ; 

 Nortiulls the fyren-voice that lures him oa 

 in vain. 

 Secure, he, in Contentment's rofy bow'r. 

 Nor ever feels a pang, nor knows a heavy 

 hour. 



Each day, each dawning day that gilds the 

 fky, 

 Renew'd, to him frefh joys and pleafure 



brings : 

 Lo, from his couch he vig'rous fprings, 

 From flumbers fweet that early flv. 

 And breathes upon the flow'ry plain 

 The fragrance of the gsle again ; 

 Or wanders down the hawthorn hedge's fide. 

 Where blooms the fimple wild-role fweet ; 

 Or climbs the duflcy hill. 

 To gaze upon the profpeft ftill, 

 And Morning fee advance with filver-flip- 

 per'd feet ; 

 Till as fhe throws the purple luftre wide. 

 The gorgeous fun appears in all his radiant 

 pride. 



Oh ! who can view, 

 Unmov'd, the beauties of the ri fin g Morn, 



While nature, bath'd in fparkling dew, 

 Smiles lovely thro' her lucid veil of light, 

 While health's warm huss her cheeks adorn'. 



Sneet is the hymn the birds repeat. 

 The lark's fong from his miily height 



On tow'ring wing, the time to cheat! 

 On bed of ♦rclhell rofes U ing, 

 Where zephyrs play around him fighing. 

 Delight half opes his humid eye ; 



While "lound him glide, in wanton mj.ifure. 



The whifp'ring Loves, and melting Pleafure, 

 And hail, in fportive wile, the blulhing boy ! 



Warm darts the fun his noon-tide bfeams ; 

 Ateafe, beneath the bcechcn (hade reclin'd, 

 LuU'd by the murmurs or' the wind. 



Around his head what vifions (tream ! 

 Dear is the hour, to Fancy dear, 

 On viewlefs wing who hovers near. 



And lifts the foul unclogg'd by low defire ; 

 Or glancing from her fairj fcene, 



He turns th' hiftoric page. 

 The manners of pall years to giean. 



And marks the bloud-llain'd track of man 

 ("rom age to age ; 



Or bending thought-rapt o'er the golden lyre. 



Invokes the heav'n born Mufe, and wakes the 

 warbling wire. 



ODE. 



HAPP'^ the man who, far retir'd 

 Fro-m worldly cares, and ever-jarnng 

 Urife, 

 PafTes in guiltlefs calm his life, 



With love of blefTed peace infpir'd : 

 Unmov'd by glitt'ring Fortune's charms, 

 Who fpurns the croud that round her fwarms 5 



Yet not, yet haply not alone by thefe 



Sublim'd : — domeftic cares the mind em- 

 ploy. 

 BleO fource of pure unfullied joy. 

 Which God with eye benignant lees ! 

 Around the fire, from forrow free. 

 His ofrspring throngs, with prattling glee, 

 % While 



