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POETRY. 



ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1810. 

 By Henry James Pye, Esq. p. l. 



ERE yet, 'raid Rhedecyna's bowers, 

 I humbly cuU'd the Muse's flowers, 



By silver Isis' sedgy side, 



Not rolling there a classic tide. 



My native meads and groves among, 



As blythe I tun'd my artless song. 



My fancy hail'd the halcyon day, 



Crown'd with our Sovereign's opening sway. 

 And pour'd the verse to that auspicious morn, 

 Which placed on Britain's throne a monarch Britain-born. 



Raptured I pour the verse again, '^^^' 

 To hail the British monarch's lengthen'd reign. 

 To celebrate the rising year. 

 In which a King, to Britain dear, 

 Bids every British breast with grateful lay 

 Bless the tenth lustre of his lenient sway. 

 For while I strike the votive lyre, 

 The thrillings of the trembling wire 

 Are lost amid the trembling notes of praise, 

 Which with accordant voice a grateful people pays. 



From Thule's Hyperborean reign, 



To where, upon the southern main, 

 Bellerus frowns— to where the Atlantic roars, 

 O, verdant Erin, 'gainst thy western shores. 

 The Peans loud, of exultation rise. 

 Wafting a nation's plaudits to the skies : 

 And while the hallow'd rites of prayer and praise 

 To Heaven's high throne their grateful incense raise. 

 Mild Charity, with lib'ral hand, 

 Spreads her blest influence o'er the smiling land ; 



