Bearing on high a wreath of silver light. But see my muse the high Pierian hill, Behold its shaggy locks and airy top, Up to the skies th’ imperious mountain heaves The shining verdure of the nodding woods. See where the silver Hippocrene flows, Behold each glitt’ring rivulet, and rill Through mazes wander down the green descent, And sparkle through the interwoven trees. Here rest a while and humble homage pay, Here, where the sacred genius, that inspir’d Sublime ~MÆONIDES~ and ~PINDAR’S~ breast, His habitation once was fam’d to hold. Here thou, O ~HOMER~, offer’dst up thy vows, Thee, the kind muse ~CALLIOPÆA~ heard, And led thee to the empyrean feats, There manifested to thy hallow’d eyes The deeds of gods; thee wise ~MINERVA~ taught The wondrous art of knowing human kind; Harmonious ~PHŒBUS~ tun’d thy heav’nly mind, And swell’d to rapture each exalted sense; Even ~MARS~ the dreadful battle-ruling god, ~MARS~ taught thee war, and with his bloody hand Instructed thine, when in thy sounding lines We hear the rattling of Bellona’s carr, The yell of discord, and the din of arms. ~PINDAR~, when mounted on his fiery steed, Soars to the sun, opposing eagle like His eyes undazled to the fiercest rays. He firmly seated, not like ~GLAUCUS’~ son, Strides his swift-winged and fire-breathing horse, And born aloft strikes with his ringing hoofs The brazen vault of heav’n, superior there Looks down upon the stars, whose radiant light Illuminates innumerable worlds, That through eternal orbits roul beneath. But thou all hail immortalized son Of harmony, all hail thou Thracian bard, To whom ~APOLLO~ gave his tuneful lyre. O might’st thou, ~ORPHEUS~, now again revive, And ~NEWTON~ should inform thy list’ning ear How the soft notes, and soul-inchanting strains Of thy own lyre were on the wind convey’d. He taught the muse, how sound progressive floats Upon the waving particles of air, When harmony in ever-pleasing strains, Melodious melting at each lulling fall, With soft alluring penetration steals Through the enraptur’d ear to inmost thought, And folds the senses in its silken bands. So the sweet musick, which from ~ORPHEUS~’ touch And fam’d ~AMPHION’S~, on the sounding string Arose harmonious, gliding on the air, Pierc’d the tough-bark’d and knotty-ribbed woods, Into their saps soft inspiration breath’d And taught attention to the stubborn oak. Thus when great ~HENRY~, and brave ~MARLB’ROUGH~ led Th’ imbattled numbers of ~BRITANNIA’S~ sons, The trump, that swells th’ expanded cheek of fame, That adds new vigour to the gen’rous youth, And rouzes sluggish cowardize it self, The trumpet with its Mars-inciting voice, The winds broad breast impetuous sweeping o’er Fill’d the big note of war. Th’ inspired host With new-born ardor press the trembling ~GAUL~; Nor greater throngs had reach’d eternal night,