So dufky night and chaos fmil'd On beauteous form their lovely child. O fair variety! IV. What blifs thou doft fupply! V. Our paffions, like the feafons, turn; VI. Safe beneath her mighty mafter, In fecurity fhe fits; Plants her loofe foundations fafter, And her forrows past forgets. VII. Happy ifle! the care of heaven, Still with love and duty pay him. VIII. Though VIII. Though he parted from thy fhore, ODE TO PEACE, FOR THE YEAR 1718. TH I. HOU faireft, fweetest daughter of the skies, Indulgent, gentle, life-reftoring Peace! With what aufpicious beauties doft thou rise, And Britain's new-revolving Janus bless! II. Hoary winter fmiles before thee, Hours and feasons all adore thee, And for thee are ever young: III. In thee the night, in thee the day is blest; In thee the dearest of the purple east : IV. Awake IV. Awake the golden lyre, Ye Heliconian choir; At heaven and earth's defire. V. Hark, how the founds agree, With due complacency! VI. Who, by nature's faireft creatures, VII. Peace and the are Britain's treasures, G } CHORUS CHORU S. Hail, ye celeftial pair! Still let Britannia be your care, And Peace and Carolina crown the year. ODE FOR THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY, 1718. OF I. H touch the ftring, celeftial Mufe, and fay, Is it in Fate, that one distinguish'd day Should with more hallow'd purple paint the East? Look on ife and nature's race! How the careless minutes pafs, How they wear a common face: One is what another was! Till the happy hero's worth III. 1 How had this glorious morning been forgot, Had not our greatest Cæfar been its lot, IV. Now IV. Now, Nature, be gay In the pride of thy May, The crown from her brow, For our brighter Britannia to wear. Through every language of thy peopled earth, Let Volga tumbling in cafcades, And Po that glides through poplar fhades, Their great deliverer fing. Not, Danube, thou whofe winding flood Run crystal as their spring. CHORUS. To mighty George, that heals thy wounds, In the great Mediator's praise Let all thy various tongues combine, |