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Bless'd pair ! for whom Hymen has wove A wreath of unchangeable peace , And supplicates blessings from Jove , Their nuptial delights to increase . Ye Graces , your beauties that lend , Ye Virtuesthat shed hallow'd fire
, , Felicities beam on my friend , The warmest first lays of my lyre : Fill , Heaven , their measure of joys , Be health and contentment its base , Renown'd for his truth be their boys , The girls for her softness and grace !
Ode For The New Year, 1796.
ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR , 1796 .
BY IIENRY JAMES PYE , ESQ . POET-LATjrtEAT .
WHERE is immortal Virtue ' s meed , The unfailing wreath of true renown , Best recompence by Heaven decreed For all the cares that wait a crown , If Industry with anxious zeal , Still watchful o ' er the public weal . If equal Justice' awful arm , Tcmper'd by mercy ' s seraph charm ,
Are ineffectual to assuage Remorseless Faction ' s harpy rage . But the full Daemons , urged b y Hell's behest , Threaten , with frantic arm , the Royal Patriot's breast ? Yet not , Imperial George ! at thee Was the rude bolt of Malice sped , Even fiends that crown with reverence see
Where Virtue consecrates th' anointed head . No—at that bosom ' s fondest claim , Thy Britain ' s peace , their shafts they aim . Pale Envy , while o ' er half the world , War's bloody banners are unfurl'd , Beheld our coast from ravage free , \ Protected by the guardian sea , Where Commerce spreads her golden stores ,
Where fleets waft triumph to our shores , She saw , and sickening at the sight , . . . Wish'd the fair prospect of our hopes to blight , Sought out the object of our dearest care , Found where we most could feel , and try'd to wound us there . The broken shaft that coward Malice rear- 'd Shall to thy fame eternal lustre give , Inscribe on History ' s page thy name rever'd , And bid it there with endless blazon live :
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September *.
Bless'd pair ! for whom Hymen has wove A wreath of unchangeable peace , And supplicates blessings from Jove , Their nuptial delights to increase . Ye Graces , your beauties that lend , Ye Virtuesthat shed hallow'd fire
, , Felicities beam on my friend , The warmest first lays of my lyre : Fill , Heaven , their measure of joys , Be health and contentment its base , Renown'd for his truth be their boys , The girls for her softness and grace !
Ode For The New Year, 1796.
ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR , 1796 .
BY IIENRY JAMES PYE , ESQ . POET-LATjrtEAT .
WHERE is immortal Virtue ' s meed , The unfailing wreath of true renown , Best recompence by Heaven decreed For all the cares that wait a crown , If Industry with anxious zeal , Still watchful o ' er the public weal . If equal Justice' awful arm , Tcmper'd by mercy ' s seraph charm ,
Are ineffectual to assuage Remorseless Faction ' s harpy rage . But the full Daemons , urged b y Hell's behest , Threaten , with frantic arm , the Royal Patriot's breast ? Yet not , Imperial George ! at thee Was the rude bolt of Malice sped , Even fiends that crown with reverence see
Where Virtue consecrates th' anointed head . No—at that bosom ' s fondest claim , Thy Britain ' s peace , their shafts they aim . Pale Envy , while o ' er half the world , War's bloody banners are unfurl'd , Beheld our coast from ravage free , \ Protected by the guardian sea , Where Commerce spreads her golden stores ,
Where fleets waft triumph to our shores , She saw , and sickening at the sight , . . . Wish'd the fair prospect of our hopes to blight , Sought out the object of our dearest care , Found where we most could feel , and try'd to wound us there . The broken shaft that coward Malice rear- 'd Shall to thy fame eternal lustre give , Inscribe on History ' s page thy name rever'd , And bid it there with endless blazon live :