! A It feeds it ftrongly, and it clothes it gay, And, when it dies, with comely pride That never will decay Till heaven itself shall melt away, And nought behind it stay. Begin the fong, and ftrike the living lyre; Lo! how the years to come, a numerous and well-fitted quire, All hand in hand do decently advance, And to my fong with smooth and equal measures dance! · In the last trumpet's dreadful found : Then all the wide-extended sky, And all th' harmonious worlds on high, And he himself fhall fee in one fire shine Rich Nature's ancient Troy, though built by hands divine. Whom thunder's difmal noise, C 4 When When dead t' arife; And open tombs, and open eyes, To the long fluggards of five thousand years! Some from birds, from fifhes fome; Some from metals upwards fly, And, where th' attending foul naked and shivering ftands, Meet, falute, and join their hands ; As difpers'd foldiers, at the trumpet's call, Hafte to their colours all. Unhappy moft, like tortur'd men, Their joints new fet, to be new-rack'd again, The mountains shake, and run about no lefs confus'd than they. Stop, ftop, my Mufe! allay thy vigorous heat, Kindled at a hint fo great; Hold thy Pindaric Pegasus closely in, Which does to rage begin, And this steep hill would gallop up with violent courfe; 'Tis an unruly and a hard-mouth'd horse, Fierce and unbroken yet, Impatient of the fpur or bit; Now prances ftately, and anon flies o'er the place; But flings writer and reader too, that fits not sure. G O, the rich chariot inftantly prepare; Smooth-pac'd Eloquence join with it; Let the poftillion Nature mount, and let The coachman Art be fet; And let the airy footmen, running all befide, Figures, Conceits, Raptures, and Sentences, In a well-worded dress ; [Lyes, And innocent Loves, and pleafant Truths, and useful In all their gaudy liveries. Mount, glorious Queen! thy travelling throne, And bid it to put on; For long, though chearful, is the way, And life, alas! allows but one ill winter's day. Where Where never foot of man, or hoof of beaft, The paffage prefs'd; Where never fish did fly, And with fhort filver wings cut the low liquid fky; Where bird with painted oars did ne'er Row through the trackless ocean of the air; Where never yet did pry The bufy morning's curious eye; The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free, Is all thy plain and smooth uninterrupted way! Thou fathom'ft the deep gulf of ages paft, The And canft pluck up with eafe years which thou doft please ; Like fhipwreck'd treafures, by rude tempefts caft Brought up again to light and public ufe by theel But fly With an unwearied wing the other way on high, There There into the clofe nests of Time dost peep, And there, with piercing eye, Through the firm shell and the thick white, dost spy Years to come a-forming lie, Close in their facred fecundine asleep, Till, hatch'd by the fun's vital heat, And, ripe at last, with vigorous might And fure we may The fame too of the present say, Thou ftop'ft this current, and doft make Thy certain hand holds fast this flippery snake! Men fcarce can fee it, much less taste, Thou comfiteft in fweets to make it last. This fhining piece of ice, Which melts fo foon away With the fun's ray, Thy verfe does folidate and crystallize, Nay, thy immortal rhyme Makes this one fhort point of time To fill up T |