Ye Mufes twine each fragant flower To crown the day, to crown the hour, Ye Guardians of this favor'd isle • On this your future monarch smile, Ye Nymphs your wreaths prepare. II. 2. Come happy child! delight the land Where time fhall fix thy throne: O come, and take from Freedom's hand A fceptre all her own: And when the facred lore of truth Difplay'd, fhall form thy ripening youth, May every joyful BRITON find The foul of GEORGE'S godlike race, With lovely CHARLOTTE'S fofter grace, Attemper'd, in thy mind. II. 3. For thee on AFRIC's fultry coaft The BRITISH enfign proudly waves; For thee by diftant tempefts toft Our navies awe the GALLIC pride ⚫ On every fhore, whofe hoftile fide The boundless Ocean laves. • With nobler skill, and fiercer fire, 6 Strike the rapture-breathing lyre.— Hark! from CAMBRIA's cloud-top'd mountains Mufic winds her ftream along, As they flow the cryftal fountains Liften to the jocund fong, Lo radiant forms and glorious fhades appear, • Fair as the morn in saffron mantle dight; But ftrains divine ill fuit the human ear, And fleeting visions mock the mortal fight.'He said, and rushing from my wondering eyes, On volley'd lightening borne, he fought his native fkies. ODE See ORELLANA pour his ftream Through forefts vaft, where yet the beam In fhining PLATA's fea-broad wave? Or doft thou liften to the roar, Where the collected waters pour Their dreadful courfe, and foaming sweep Down NIAGARA's horrid fteep? And fhall thy form no more be feen On ALBION's hills and paftures green? And quit KILARNEY's lovely lake? Nor PINDUS' mount, nor ACADEME, When GRECIA bow'd to Vice's reign: That blows o'er rich CAMPANIA's vale, Tempt Tempt thee to breathe the LATIAN air When Luxury exulted there. Far from bright PHOEBUS' genial light Thy wings indignant shaped their flight TO SCANDANAVIA's frozen plain, Eternal Winter's drear domain; Where ftrong with toil each ftubborn hord Joyful thy holy form ador'd: Though, where their tribes the earth o'er-ran, Fell defolation led the van, Though Horror midst their armies stood, And drench'd their fatal paths with blood; Yet theirs the unextinguish'd flame That glows at Freedom's facred name, Say, |