1805. } (3 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
ae ERT 
STANZAS 
ADDRESSED TO THE TRANSLATOR OF 
“S EPIGRAMS, FRAGMENTS, AND FW- 
GITIVE PIECES, FROM THE GREEK,’’* 
IN-ANSWER TO THE TWO CONCLUDING 
LINES oF HIs *f EPILOGUE.” 
*¢ Far from thy home and native fky, 
§© Meek ftranger! wilt thow live or die?” 
Yes : it ‘hall live ! by Narva’s hand dif. 
play’d, 
The faireft 
fprung ! 
Wove by the Nine beneath the facred fhade, 
Who, highly raptur’d, all its beauties 
ung! 
wreath that from Aonia 
Fir’d with wild zeal, and fworn but to det 
ftroy, 
Stern bigots, when the lovely wreath they 
- found, 
Defpoil’d the treafure with ferocious joy, 
And caft the rofy fragments to the ground, 
Still, midf@ the favage zeal that leagu’d with 
Pow’r, 
Some polith’d {pirits, glorying in the paft, 
An fecret cherifh’s many a gather’d flow’r, 
And fee! unirjur’d ftill, their beauties 
laft ! 
‘Why fears my Narva that our northern 
clime 
Is far too bleale to let the chaplet live ? 
No! it fhall fourifh till the death of Time, 
Till nought that’s mortal fhall itfely fur- 
vive. 
What tho’ Britannia boafts no genial fkies, 
Like thofe which canopy fair Grecia’s 
fhore ? 
What. tho’ malignint fog-banks oft-times 
rife, 
And winter lingers with his vifage hoar ? | 
Tho’ Maia reigns not here the Queen of 
Love, 
But blights 
{pring ; 
Tho’ ruin’d bloflums wing through every 
grove, 
And birds, unfann’d by zephyr, ceafe to 
fing ? 
Hence with the clime !—Mankind ate ftill 
the fame ; 
‘Glow not our bofoms with the pureft fire ? 
Enamour’d till of Nature, Love, and Fame? 
And all enthufiaft at the founding lyre? 
— “ 
the promife of returning 
* * See the Monthly Magazines of March 
3, April 1, May 1, for the prefent year, 
Montary Mac, No, 130. 
Live’ Mufes,, banifh’d from their native 
groves, 
On Britain’s Ifle have fix’d their foft re- 
treat ; . ae 
The Heav’n-born Graces and the laughing 
Loves 
On the fame fhore in various circles meet; 
Think’ft thou the Mufes will difown the 
lays 
Which their fam’d bards in 
éia tung ? 
Strains ! that will call to life thofe blifsful 
GANS 0) ius 
When at their fhrines the earliett lyre wis 
ftrung ? 
youthful Gree 
And will not Britons blefs the choral found 2’ 
Yes! our enraptur’d fouls with pride fhall, 
‘glow7! 
Our light fantaftic footfteps beat the ground, 
And mid our bowers the copious goblets 
flow ! 
Yes! it fhall live! nor Learning’s fons 
alone, Aa NR 
But all that doat on Nature’s bounteous 
charms, mt 
Shall fondly call the precious gift their own, 
And clafp the donor totheir grateful arms. 
Unknown its fragrance and unfeen its blcont, 
Long in Oblivion’s cave the garland lay 3 
But now more lov’d, more honour’d, from 
the tomb 
It rifes, glorious as the rifing day } 
Long had I heatd the golden chaplet’s fame 3 
Long figh’d regretful that my niggard lot 
Forbade me know its value but by name, 
For Learning {mil’d not on my humble: 
cot ! 
At length the Mufe-lov’d Narva, generous 
Bard ! 2 . 
To my uchallow’d hands the wreath con- 
vey’d: 
May fare and fortune prove his due reward ! 
Be mine to praife-+-be wealth by others 
paid, 
Town no gold! I own ne fately dome ! 
Plaintive I fing beneath my fhadowy yews ! 
An humble cottage is my only home, 
And all my folace is the tender Mufe. 
Yet once { hop’d, that, near my fvlvan thed, 
The bay 1 planted would have reached the 
fkies 3 
And, in my garden, on a fecret bed, 
A laurel grew, delightful to my eyes? 
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