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ODE XXV *.—To Coxcard. 
Wot always to the heaven’s harmonious 
{pheres, 
O Concord! litten—wander earth again ; 
Beneath thy plattic ftep 
The peopled cities climb. ea) 
The chain, the fcourge, the axe, befide thee 
bears 
Deaf Nemefis—to avenge the wedlock’s ftain, 
a pillage of the cot, 
he f{pilih of brother’s blood. 
ae the warm afhes of their plunder’ d 
homes, 
On thee with clafoed hands, ‘vith pleading 
tongue, 
The lonely grandfire calls; 
The widow’d mother calls, 
Amd fhe—the flower of virgins néw no more3 
_.Doom’d, aye! to fhed the unavailing tear, 
“And nurfe with downecaft eye 
Some ruffian’s orphan brat. 
Bind with thy cords of filk the armed hands 
‘Of hateful kings—reach out thy golden cup; 
Whofe fweet nepenthe heals 
The feverifh throb of wrath ; 
And hither lead Hope, crown’d with budding 
blooms, 
And callous-handed Labour, finging loud, 
Avia Plénty featt’ring yifts 
To dancing choirs of glee. 
The war-fteed’s hoof-mar k hide with greening 
ears, 
Twine round the elm orice more the trampled 
vine 5 a 
And from the grafs- grown {treet 
The rugged ruin thove. 
So fhall new nurferiés of fon¢ unborn 
More towns arife,—and, Concord, rear ta thee, 
Taught by the milder arts; 
The marble fanes of thank. 
pute! ) 
DOMESTIC PLEASURES. 
Written in Stainer-Wood, Selby, Yorkpire. 
WW HEM ev’ning’s mellow tints enrich the 
Wet, 
And the dim diftance cheats the wand’ring eye; 
When nature’s ftillnefs makes the weary bleft, 
And the fmooth breeze fcarce whifpers out a 
figh : 
From focial joyssthen gladly would ! ftealy 
From fcenes whence gaudy pleafure proudly. 
flies ; 
Tn folitude the pow’r of fancy feel, 
And tracé her pleafing vifions as they rifé : 
Deluding hope each fond illufion moulds, 
Where happinéls i in tempting form is feen ; 
Imagination ev’ry wing unfolds, 
And flutters todnd the tranfitory fcene. 

* This laft Ode has been much altered, 
and of courfe injured, in the tranflation, in 
order to difplace the allufions to the Pruffian 
e€ampaigns of 1760 and 1761. 
Montuny Mac. No. 59. 
Orizinal Poetry: 
x 4 She 
That howls t 
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** Far from thofe ranks, where fafhion rules 
the hour, 
Where luxury her pamp’ring revels keeps 5 
Where envy marks the {plendid pride of pow’r, 
And pining difcontent in anguith weeps ; 
«* My humble manfion decks the lowly vale, 
Where health extends her animated fmile : 
Where fweet contentment tells her fimple 
taie, 
To fmooth the chearful peafant’s s rugged toil. 
é¢ Oft as the morn. renews the tut’ring ftrain - 
The little linnet from its dam’ receives, 
And oft as ev’ning tells the wearied fwain 
To tafte the fweet repofe that nature gives, 
‘< With folitary ftep each wood I trace, 
Where contemplation ftillé the lonely way ; 
Mufe on the hours of woe that others pafs, 
And catch the luftre of contentment’s ray. 
*¢ And if fome mortal forrows chill’d the time, 
When youth’s warm inexperienc’d pleafures 
glow’d, 
To fhrink from thefe, e’en Pity calls a crithe ; 
For ills unfelt her tender tear’s beftow’d: 
‘© She feels the lath, that tyranny compels 
The flave in filent agony to bear; 
And oft in Mercy’s ear each mis’ry télls, 
That marks the convitt’s folitary care: 
hears the wretchs laft convulfive 
groan, 
the fecret horror of his mind ; 
whe lets not penury complain alone, 
And hopelefs forrow owns her foothings kind: 
<¢ But from fuch vifionary woes I {werve, 
With happinefs each penfive thought to 
drown 5 
The pleaftires of my peaceful home obferve, 
And fmile with gratitude on joys my own: 
«© Joys that my wedded partner ~- chearful 
fhares 
. That make us ney the feo ries of the great : 
Joys that are heighten’d by her foothing cares, 
That gently heal each pa&ifon’d wound of fate. 
‘* For when pale ficknefs wakes each tor= 
tring fear, 
Left ills un lavewn the peaceful charrn fhould 
break, 
Oft have i feen the fympathetic tear 
Tremble beneath the {mile that decks her 
clieel: :—— 
<¢ And when the balmy fweets of health 
return, 
To grace the homely board they cheer’d before, 
With grateful hearts their valued worth we 
learn; 
Poffefs’d of thefe, how great our little ftore | 
‘© And O ye little-ones! whofe infant 
~ tongues 
Have learnt to lifp the ftrains Gee picahts 5 
To whom the fafcinating pow’r belongs, 
By little arts to chafe each penfivée thought 5 
‘© Preferye. th’ untainted heart, the foul 
fincere, 
That piety, foft, and compaffion warm :— 
Y would not barter crowns for ties fo dear 5 
Compar’d with thefe, what human treafure 
charms ? 
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