452 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1800. 



XXXIII. 



Sire of the winter drear, 

 Who lead'st the months in circling dance along, 

 May peace and concord claim the votive song, 

 That chants the glories of the rising year ; 



For Albion longs around her generous brow 



To bind the olive's sober bough, 



Though unappall'd her laurel'd front defies 



The fiery blast that flashes through the skies. 



Wooing, O Peace ! thy halcyon ray. 

 Ready she stands for war, nor shuns the ensanguin'd fray } 



But on lerne's kindred sky 



She casts Affection's fondest eye, 



O ! as the era past saw Anna join 



Each warrior nation of Britannia's line, 

 So may the auspicious hours that now ascend. 

 The sister isles in ceaseless union blend — 

 While Ocean's guardian arms around them thrown, 

 Form to their coasts an adamantine zone ; 

 There, proudly rising o'er the circling m£iin. 

 Lord of the waves, their patriot king shall reign ; 

 And fam'd through every clime, from pole to pole, 

 Long as the unfailing stream of Time shall roll, 

 Religion, Virtue, Glory, shall adorn 

 The illustrious age of George, the Monarch Briton born ! 



ODE for his Majesty s Birth-day, June 4, 1800. By H. J. Pye, 



Poet Laureat. 



i. 



STILL the expecting Muse in vain 

 Reluctant Peace impatient woos. 

 Still cruel War's destructive train 



O'er half mankind their vengeance loose ; 

 ^ Still o'er the genial hours of Spring 



Fell Discord waves her crimson wing. 

 O'er bleeding Europe's ravag'd plains 

 The Fiend in state terrific reigns ; 

 Nor oaten pipe, nor pastoral song. 

 Resound her waving woods among. 

 But, floating on the burthen'd gale afar. 

 Rolls in tremendous peal the thund'ring voice of War. 



II. 



Yet far from Albion's tranquil shores 

 The storm of desolation roars ; 

 And while o'er fair Liguria's vales, 

 Fann'd by Favonius' rapid gales, 



