Oh welcome now, the fun's once hated light, Rocks, groves, and streams, muft join him in his praise. These are thy glorious works, eternal truth, The fcoff of wither'd age and beardless youth; These move the cenfure and illib'ral grin, of fools that hate thee and delight in fin: But these shall last when night has quench'd the pole, And heav'n is all departed as a scroll: And when, as justice has long fince decreed, This earth fhall blaze, and a new world fucceed, Then these thy glorious works, and they who share, Happy the bard, (if that fair name belong Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind: And while they captivate, inform the mind : And fruit reward his honorable toil: But But happier far who comfort those that wait, But while they speak the wisdom of the skies, CHARITY. Qua nihil majus meliufve terris Nec dabunt, quamvis redeant in aurum Tempora prifcum. HOR. Lib. IV. Ode II. FAIREST and foremost of the train that wait, On man's most dignified and happiest state, Nor felt but in the foul that heav'n felects; Who feeks to praise thee, and to make thee known To other hearts, muft have thee in his own. VOL. I. H Come, Come, prompt me with benevolent defires, And though difgrac'd and flighted, to redeem By various ties attaches man to man : Steer'd Britain's oak into a world unknown, He spurn'd the wretch that flighted or withstood, |