925 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804. 



Thus, from Arabia borno, on golden wing, 

 The phoenix on the snn's bright altar dies ; 



But, from his flaming bed refulgent springs, 



And cleaves with bolder plumes the sapphire skies. 



Nor food to the enlighten'd mind alone, 

 Substantial nutriment thy root bestow'd ; 



In Famine's vnlture-fangs did Egypt groan, 



From thy rich bounteous horn abundance fiow'd. 



Hence the immortal race in Thebes rcver'd, 

 Thy praise the theme of endless rapture made, 



Thy image on an hundred columns rear'd. 



And veil'd their altars with thine hallow'd shade. 



But far beyond the bounds of Afric borne, 

 Thy honours flourish'd 'mid Tlubetian snows. 



Thy flowers the Lama's gilded shrine adorn, 

 And Brahnie and Buddha on thy flow'r repose. 



Where'er fair Science dawn'd on Asia's shore. 

 Where'er her hallow'd voice Devotion rais'd, 



We see thee graven on the glowing ore, 



And on a thousand sparkling gems emblaz'd. 



Four thousand summers have thy pride survey'd ; 



Thy Pharoahs moulder in their marble tombs; 

 Oblivion's wings the pyramids shall shade, 



But thy fair family unfading blooms! 



Still 'mid these ruin'd tow'rs, admir'd, rcver'd, 

 Wave high thy foliage, and secure expand ; 



These vast, but crumbling piles by men were rear'd, 

 But thou wert form'd by an immortal hand. 



With Nature's charms alone thy charms shall fade, 

 With Being's self thy beauteous tribe decline ; 



Oh ! living, may thy flow'rs my temples shade. 

 And decorate, when dead, my envied shrine ! 



