ON THE PROMOTION OF

EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF

ENGLAND.

I.

ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his fportive days,

Fair fcience poured the light of truth,
And genius fhed his rays.

II.

See! with united wonder cried

The experienced and the fage,
Ambition in a boy supplied
With all the kill of age!

III.

Difcernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway

The balance in the higheft place,
And bear the palm away.

IV.

The praise bestowed was juft and wife;
He sprang impetuous forth

Secure of conqueft, where the prize
Attends fuperior worth.

V.

So the best courfer on the plain
Ere yet he ftarts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain
What all had deemed his own.

ODE TO PEACE.

I.

COME, peace of mind, delightful gueft!

Return and make thy downy neft

Once more in this fad heart:

Nor riches I nor power pursue,

Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We therefore need not part.

II.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,

From avarice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles?

For whom, alas! doft thou prepare

The fweets, that I was wont to share,

The banquet of thy fmiles?

III.

The great, the gay, fhall they partake
The heaven that thou alone canft make?
And wilt thou quit the ftream,

That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the fequeftered fhed,
To be a gueft with them?

IV.

For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly facrificed

Whatever I loved before;

And fhall I fee thee ftart away,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee fay→→

Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

I.

WEAK and irrefolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

II.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice feems already flain;

But paffion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his affent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wife

Through all his art we view;

And, while his tongue the charge denies,

His confcience owns it true.

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V.

Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,

A ftranger to fuperior ftrength,

Man vainly trufts his own.

VI.

But oars alone can never prevail

To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heaven muft fwell the fail,
Or all the toil is loft.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

I.

REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may?)

A little nearer home.

II.

Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
On t'other fide the Atlantic,

I always held them in the right,

But most fo when most frantic,