1092 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1806, 
In History’s awful page shall stand 
Foremost amid th’ heroic band ; 
Nelson! so long thy hallow’d name 
Thy country’s gratitude shall claim ; 
And while a people’s Peans raise 
To thee the choral hymn of praise, 
And whilea patriot Monarch’s tear 
Bedews and sanctifies thy bier, 
Each youth of martial hopes shall feel 
True valour’s animating zeal ; 
With emulative wish thy trophies see, 
And heroes, yet unborn, shall Britain owe to thee. 
ODE ror tue KING’S BIRTH-DAY. 
By Henny James Pyr, Esq. Poet-Laureat. 
ONG did chill Wiater’s dreary reign 
Usurp the promis'd hours of Spring ; 
Long Eurus o’er the russet plain 
Malignant wav'd his nvisome wing. 
O’er April’s variegated day 
The frolic zephyrs fear’d to play ; 
| ‘Th’ alternate change of suns and showers 
Call’d not to life her silken flowers ; 
But arm’d with whirlwind, frost, and hail, 
Winter’s ungenial blasts prevail, 
And check her vernal powers. 
But o’er the renovated plain 
See Maia lead her smiling train 
Of halcyon hours along ; 
While burst from every echoing grove 
Loud strains of harmony and love, 
Preluding to the choral song, 
Which opening June shall votive pour 
To hail with proud acclaim our Monarch’s natal heur. - 
Still must that day, to Britain dear, 
To Britons joy impart ; 
Cloudy or bright, that day shall wear 
The sunshine of the heart. 
And as before the fervid ray 
That genial glows in summer skies, 
Each cloud that veil’d the beam of day 
Far from the azure welkin flies : ; 
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