(To the March in Scipio.) Written when the News arrived. OLL for the brave! The brave that are no more! Eight hundred of the brave, A land breeze fhook the shrouds, Down went the Royal George, Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempeft gave the shock; His fword was in its sheath; Weigh the veffel up, Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are found, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more. Sept. 1782. IN SUBMERSIONEM NAVIGII, CUI GEOR GIUS REGALE NOMEN, INDITUM. LANGIMUS fortes. Periêre fortes, Patrium propter periêre littus Bis quatèr centum; subitò fub alto Navis, innitens lateri, jacebat, Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam Fortibus vitem voluêre Parcæ, Nec finunt ultrà tibi nos recentes Nectere laurus, Magne, qui nomen, Non hyems illos furibunda merfit, Navitæ fed tum nimium jocofi Voce fallebant hilari laborem, Et quiefcebat, calamoque dextram im- Vos, quibus cordi eft grave opus piumque, Hi quidem (fic Dîs placuit) fuêre: SONG. ON PEACE. Written in the Summer of 1783, at the Request of Lady Auften, who gave the Sentiment. Air-" My fond shepherds of late," &c. O longer I follow a found; No longer a dream I pursue: I have fought thee in splendour and dress, An humble ambition and hope The voice of true wisdom inspires; "Tis fufficient, if Peace be the scope, And the fummit of all our defires. Peace may be the lot of the mind SONG. Also written at the Request of Lady Auften. Air-" The Lafs of Pattie's Mill." HEN all within is peace, How nature feems to fmile! Delights that never cease The livelong day beguile. From morn to dewy eve With open hand she showers Fresh bleffings to deceive, And foothe the filent hours. It is content of heart Gives nature power to please; Enlivens all it fees; |