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Nor all the talks of thoughtful peace engage, 'Tis thine to form the hero as the sage. I see the fable-suited prince advance
205 With lilies crown'd, the spoils of bleeding France, Edward. The Muses in
cloister's shade Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade : Bade him the steel for British freedom draw, And Oxford taught the deeds that Cressy saw. 210
And see, great father of the facred band, The * Patriot King before me seems to stand. He by the bloom of this gay vale beguild, That chear'd with lively green the shaggy wild, Hither of yore, forlorn forgotten maid, 215 The Muse in prattling infancy convey'd ; From Vandal rage the helpless virgin bore, And fix'd her cradle on my friendly shore: Soon grew the maid beneath his fostering hand, Soon stream'd her bleflingso'er the enlighten'd land. Though simple was the dome, where first to dwell She deign'd, and rude her early Saxon cell, Lo! now she holds her state in sculptur'd bowers, And proudly lifts to heaven her hundred towers, 'Twas Alfred first, with letters and with laws, 225 Adorn'd, as he advanc'd, his country's cause : He bade relent the Briton's stubborn soul, And sooth'd to soft society's controul A rough untutor'd age. With raptur'd eye Elate he views his laurel'd
230 * Alfred
Serene he smiles to find, that not in vain
WRITTEN IN WHICHWOOD FOREST.
BY THE SAME.
The hinds how bleft, who ne'er beguild
When morning's twilight-tinctur'd beam
They rove abroad in ether blue,
Midft gloomy glades, in warbles clear,
green untrodden banks they view
For them the moon with cloudless ray
Their little fons, who spread the bloom
Or through the primros'd coppice stray, 35
Their humble porch with honied flowers
45 Their becs in busy swarms resound : Nor fell Disease, before his time, Haltes to consume life's golden prime : But when their temples long have wore The silver crown of treffes hoar;
50 As studious still calm peace to keep, Beneath a flowery turf they sleep.
Begins her balmy reign;
Her filver-vested train.
'Tis strange, the many marshal'd stars ;
That ride yon facred round,
A filence so profound !
* Born 1729; dyed 1773.