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On the Marriage of the Right Hon. Francis Hastings
BY THE REv. HENRY BOYD, &C.
From Holstein to Almada's heights*
The tuneful Maids are mute and still, Nor Pindus now the Muse invites,
Nor Fiesole's f romantic hill; Damp fears the general bosom chill,
Whilst Indignation burns to hear The hireling rhymer deftly trill
His sonnets to a tyrant's ear.
There let him tune, with heart forlorn,
Not thus beneath the brows of Mourne
* In Portugal. t Florence.
Though meanest of the Muses choir,
The meanest such a theme might warm;
Worth, Honour, Friendship, all conspire,
Hail to the hymeneal star
That breaks thro' Danger's darkest shade,
Beneath Bellona's flag display'd,
The dauntless Warrior leads along,
And shews her to th' admiring throng.
0! not for nought the generous tide
Of Bourbon, Hastings, and Navarre (a),
In thee, and heaven a Pledge bestows
Hail Caledon, which oft beheld
Thy spearmen by his kindred led (b),
When thund'ring down wui mcasur'd tread,
From Scotia's hills they swept the plain,
Ran purple to the subject main.
Like meteors from a low hung cloud,
With Wallace in his airy shrowd,
And Douglas scorning Gallia's threat;
Then, circling round Edina's towers, Adown the long-drawn vales they fleet
To rouse the Caledonian powers.
With softer notes another choir
To spousal warblings tune their lays, When Beauty fans the Warrior's fire,
And Valour wakes the song of praise, Twining the myrtle with his bays;
And viewless Minstrels sing the Line, Whose growing splendors Hope surveys,
'Till Phoebus' self forgets to shine.
No, while a son of Charlemagne (c)
Survives, by heaven's protecting hand, The cruel Corsican in vain
Halloos his mercenary band To slaught'rous deeds, and lines the strand
With crazy hulls that dread the deep; Britannia's sons the fight demand
On level shore or beacon'd steep.
No trivial cause inspires the flame,
No trivial pledge the realm secures, Combin'd with Freedom's antient claim,
Religion's aid our strength assures. Whether upon the rolling floors
Of England's barques, they mount the tide, Or discipline her files enures
By land, to check the Invader's pride.
When mimic royalty, forlorn
Of Heaven and Fortune, disappears
Like yonder cloudy crown of Mourne
Long as he leads the dance of years,
Or Youth admires, exalt your race.
(a B C) Lineally descended from the Emperor Charlemagne long before the Imperial title was difgraced. The Earl of Mom A is consequently allied to the House of Bourbon, and more immediately by his descent from the antient Kings of Navarre. ,
It is well known, that the families of Hastings and Bruce were nearly related, and both derived from the royal stem of Scotland. It is almost unnecessary to add, that his Lordship numbers in his pedigree the Houses of York and Lancaster, the white and red rofe. See the English and Scots Peerage, &c. &c.
ON THE AUTHOR OF THE SEASONS.
Others to marble may their glory owe,
ODE TO FRIENDSHIP.
Oh thou, renown'd in classic lore,
For there in tranquil shades withdrawn,
Thy smile enchants the soul;
A soft serene controul.
Where, form'd to raise, exalt the mind,
The Muse instinctive glows;
'Tis thus, ordain'd o'er earth to rise,
A a *