He bade relent the Briton's savage heart, And form'd his soul to social scenes of art, Wisest and best of kings!----with ravish'd gaze Elate the long procession he surveys: Joyful he smiles to find, that not in vain He plan'd the rudiments of Learning's reign: Himself he marks in each ingenuous breast, With all the founder in the race exprest: With rapture views, fair Freedom still survive In yon bright domes (ill-fated fugitive) (Such seen, as when the goddess pour'd the beam Unsullied on his ancient diadem) Well-pleas'd that in his own Pierian seat She plumes her wings, and rests her weary feet; That here at last she takes her fav'rite stand, "Here deigns to linger, ere she leave the land." FOOTNOTES: [11] RADCLIFFE'S library. [12] Alfred. Regis Romani. V. Virg. Æn. 6. [13] ----------------------------Ad Capitolia ducit Aurea nunc, olim sylvestribus horrida dumis. VIRG. ÆN. LOVE ELEGY. BY MR. HAMMOND. I. Let others boast their heaps of shining gold, And view their fields with waving plenty crown'd, Whom neigb'ring foes in constant terror hold, And trumpets break their slumbers, never found. II. While calmly poor, I trifle life away, Enjoy sweet leisure by my chearful fire, No wanton hope my quiet shall betray, But cheaply bless'd, I'll scorn each vain desire. III. With timely care I'll sow my little field, And plant my orchard with it's master's hand, Nor blush to spread the hay, the hook to wield, Or range the sheaves along the sunny land. IV. If late at dusk, while carelessly I roam, I meet a strolling kid, or bleating lamb, Under my arm I'll bring the wand'rer home, And not a little chide it's thoughtless dam. V. What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain, And clasp a fearful mistress to my breast? Or lull'd to slumber by the beating rain, Secure and happy sink at last to rest. VI. Or if the sun in flaming Leo ride, By shady rivers indolently stray, And with my DELIA walking side by side, Hear how they murmur, as they glide away. VII. What joy to wind along the cool retreat, To stop and gaze on DELIA as I go! To mingle sweet discourse with kisses sweet, And teach my lovely scholar all I know! VIII. Thus pleas'd at heart, and not with fancy's dream, In silent happiness I rest unknown; Content with what I am, not what I seem, I live for DELIA, and myself alone. IX. Ah foolish man! who thus of her possest, Could float and wander with ambition's wind, And if his outward trappings spoke him blest, Not heed the sickness of his conscious mind. X.