6 O Goulder's Hill, by thee restored Once more to this enliven'd hand, My harp, which late resounded o'er the land The voice of glory, solemn and severe, My Dorian harp shall now with mild accord To thee her joyful tribute pay, And send a less ambitious lay Of friendship and of love to greet thy master's ear. 7 For when within thy shady seat First from the sultry town he chose, And the tired senate's cares, his wish'd repose, Then wast thou mine; to me a happier home For social leisure: where my welcome feet, Estranged from all the entangling ways In which the restless vulgar strays, Through Nature's simple paths with ancient Faith might roam. 8 And while around his sylvan scene My Dyson led the white-wing'd hours, Oft from the Athenian Academic bowers Their sages came: oft heard our lingering walk The Mantuan music warbling o'er the green: And oft did Tully's reverend shade, Though much for liberty afraid, With us of letter'd ease or virtuous glory talk. 9 But other guests were on their way, And reach'd ere long this favour'd grove; Even the celestial progeny of Jove, Bright Venus, with her all-subduing son, Whose golden shaft most willingly obey The best and wisest. As they came, Glad Hymen waved his genial flame, And sang their happy gifts, and praised their spotless throne. 10 I saw when through yon festive gate He led along his chosen maid, And to my friend with smiles presenting said:-- 'Receive that fairest wealth which Heaven assign'd To human fortune. Did thy lonely state One wish, one utmost hope, confess? Behold, she comes, to adorn and bless: Comes, worthy of thy heart, and equal to thy mind.' ODE XIII. TO THE AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF THE HOUSE OF BRANDENBURG. 1751. 1 The men renown'd as chiefs of human race, And born to lead in counsels or in arms, Have seldom turn'd their feet from glory's chase To dwell with books, or court the Muse's charms. Yet, to our eyes if haply time hath brought Some genuine transcript of their calmer thought, There still we own the wise, the great, or good; And Caesar there and Xenophon are seen, As clear in spirit and sublime of mien, As on Pharsalian plains, or by the Assyrian flood. 2 Say thou too, Frederic, was not this thy aim? Thy vigils could the student's lamp engage, Except for this, except that future Fame Might read thy genius in the faithful page? That if hereafter Envy shall presume With words irreverent to inscribe thy tomb, And baser weeds upon thy palms to fling, That hence posterity may try thy reign, Assert thy treaties, and thy wars explain, And view in native lights the hero and the king.