354 
Still firm, ferene, and humble is his heart, 
Nor, flufh’d with vidt’ry, acts the ruffian’s 
part 5 
Not more difpos’d to conquer, than to fave, 
Fer mercy ever marks the truly brave : 
Such were thy heroes, Greece, of deathlefs 
name 5 
. Such grac’d the early age of Roman fame. 
‘The valiant Theban fuch, whofe loweft 
praife 
A finking ftate by his brave deeds to raife 5 
His mind, by filial piety infpir’d, 
Was lefs by valour than by friendfhip fird ; 
Yet ftill refus’d each friendly proffer’d ftore, 
And, nobly virtuous, dar’d be nobly poor. 
Thebes mourns her hero, whom all elfe ad- 
‘mire; 
With him her glories rofe, with him expire. 
See laurel’d Cincinnatus feek his home 
Amid the thanks and praife of grateful Rome, 
Well pleas’d: war’s cumbrous pageantry to ~ 
yield, 
Again he cultivates his native field. 
But why, O Mufe, on foaring pinion roam, 
In. fearch of heroes, while they bloom at 
home? 
Have Albion’s fons no wreaths of glory 
fhar’d? We 
Have they lefs boldly fought, lefs bravely 
dar’d ? ‘ 
Do not her warriors, in the roll of fame, ° 
Rival the Grecian or the Roman name ? 
Then flay thy fight, reprefs thy wand’ring 
~. wing, Fl ye 
A Britith Mufe fhould Britifh valour fing. 
ee, dear to all the juft, the good, the 
Orbe s 
Far from his native land, how Sydney dies ! 
"Though in the nobleft courfe his life was paft, 
Vet his moft glorious action was the laft ; 
Ere to his death+parch’d lips the draught he'd 
bear, 
The dying feldier muft his bounty fhare : 
‘¢ Thy need is greater far,” He cries, ‘¢ than 
moines?) 6! : 
Words that his feats of valour far outfhine. 
O gallant Sydney ! can my homely Mufe 
"fer humble tribute to thy name refufe ? 
That name which dignifies the epic page, 
Pride of thy country ! glory of thy age! 
Behold another, whom true honour fires, 
While on the fanguin’d plain brave Wolfe ex- 
pires— 
His early fate Britannia long fhall mourn— 
Too foon from. all his ,hard-earn’d laurels 
torn ; 
Vet, ere the wounded hero yield his breath, 
The cries of vitory gild the ihades of death ! 
Hark! loudly echoed from her navied fhores, 
What rapt’rous ftrains a grateful country 
pours ! 
She joyous weaves a wreath for valiant Howe, 
A deathlefs wreath, and binds it on his brow! 
* Epaminondas, 
Original Poctry. 
{May tr, 
For Jervis fiows the never ending fong 5 
Fame! with thy trump, our Duncan’s praife 
' prolong 5 
The gallant Nelfon every heart approves, 
The guardian of her flag Britannia loves 5 
Yet greateft when his modefty conveys 
Not to himfelf, but to his God, the praife. 
So may?ft thou bear, each early foible fled, 
By manhood’s calm and mellow judgment 
~ led, 
Thy heart encas’d by virtues genuine ore, 
A brighter fhield than that Achilles bore ; 
May’ well defend thy country’s wholefome 
laws, 
A fteady champion in her every caufe ; 
Extend her triumphs with a patriot’s hand, 
And give a hero to th’ immortal band. 
London, April 12 1800. . ie 
(" ——————E - 
ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE IN AT M¥ 
WINDOW FoR THE FIRST! TIME THIS 
YEAR. “ 
(CALM the weftern fun declines, 
“Red his evening glory fhines, 
Long by wintry clouds conceal’d, 
Now he glows, he burns reveal’d! 
Now he darts a flronger ray, 
And {miles upon the lengthen’d day ! 
It comes, it comes, the welcome beam ! 
See the ruddy radiance ftream 5 
See the long loft fplendour fall 
Playful on the dufky wall! 
Hail, lovely ftranger, to my cell! 
Here with ftudious filence dwell; 
Difperfe the cold, ungenial dews, 
And wake to fong the torpid Muie! 
Touch’d by thee with living fire, 
Joyous founds the feather’d choir 5 
By thee the glitt’ring infe& throng 
Fill the air with murm’ring fong 5 
From clime to clime the tribes of {pring 
Follow thee with gaudy wing ; : 
The birds, the flowers, thy light obey, 
All that gem the car of May 5 
Unble& by thee, with drooping head 
They fink within their earthy bed. 
lict others fly the golden noon 
To ftray beneath the pallid moon, 
And in languid ftrains relate 
Haplefs loves, and hoftile fate, 
While the cold and glimm’ring ray 
Sadly glides, the ghoft of day, 
And the boding owlets fcream 
Flitting thro’ the doubtful gleam 3 
Be mine to hail the fource of light, 
When the weft attraéts his fight 5 
Let him my chearful fong employs 
God cf mufic, life, and joy ! 
And when fportive youth expires, 
Feeling cools, and fancy tires, 
Often may his evening glow 
Gild again my locks of {now 5 
Oft at noon, with tott’ring feet, 
May I court his vital heat ; 
Amid his radiance bafk at will, 
And {miling bid him welcome il, . 
