There Marlborough's form the lovingly beheld,
And, wreath'd for him, a civic chaplet held :
But when, invok'd by Cock's enchanting tone,
As at Amphion's call, each fculptur'd ftone
Obfequious trembled at his hammer's found,
And fled, fo fummon'd, that unhappy ground,
A youth, to Phoebus and the Mufes dear,
To Granta's voice, who lent a filial ear;
For her a deftin'd gift this idol bought,
And, pleas'd, to her his votive image brought :
Doubtful at first what Nymph's, what Heroine's
What Queen's was beft adapted to the dame; [name,
At length, by vote unanimous, we made her
A fovereign Goddefs, and as fuch difplay'd her:
But fearing left the Senate should difown,
As George's friends, his adverfary's stone,
Infcrib'd with bits of verfe, and scraps of profe,
(The verse at least is claffical) we chose
To make and call her Academic Glory,
Still in difguife a queen, and still a Tory.
S. Approv'd the Senate this transfiguration,
Or licens'd by decree the confecration ?
B. Not by decree; but when malignant + W,
Eager in hope, impatient of delay,
Peter Burrel, efq. of St. John's. of Queen's college.
A dapper, pert, loquacious, bufy elf,
More active for the public than himself,
Ran to and fro with anxious looks, and prated, And mov'd that hence she might be foon translated, Diffenting from their friends, a wife majority Supported us, and her, by their authority:
And who fhall now remove her from the scene,
Or dare to drive her from the Mufes?
So when the father of his country fled,
By fear of tribunitial rage mifled,
On exil'd Cicero's devoted floor
Clodius uprais'd his Tanagræan whore:
Th' indignant Senate faw, with patriot eyes,
A harlot cloath'd in Liberty's disguise:
But, when again to Latian skies reftor'd,
Her joy and guardian grateful Rome ador'd,
Their antient feat, by her abode profan'd,
His houfhold gods with dignity regain'd.
* Vice-chancellor in 1751. and bishop of Chester,
WRITTEN AT CLARE HALL IN CAMBRIDGE,
UPON OCCASION OF THE DEATH OF THE REV. DR. CHARLES MORGAN, MASTER OF THAT
COLLEGE, WHO DIED APRIL XX, MDCCXXXVI.
Here free from fenfe, intrench'd in earth no
The foul unbodied gains its native shore:
Where Truth's uncloying banquet, ever new,
Opens the depths of fcience to its view;
No longer on the verge it darkly ftrays,
But myftic Nature from within furveys;
Nor wants the telescopic glass to trace
God's power, and wisdom, thro' the boundless space;
Where doubts no more, nor mysteries confine
Its powers enlarg'd, its nature all divine,
He's gone and there erects his deathlefs head-
How vain our forrows which lament him dead!
Where Clarke, Boyle, Newton, each exalted
Each, while on earth, who dignified their kindImmortal now, with full fruition bleft,
See Truth in native beauty ftand confeft.
While fome contemplative their charms admire, The Good Supreme their rational defire:
Others, as erft, in sweetest converse join;
For purest friendship dwells in breafts divine:
Sudden, a venerable Shade is feen
Of mildest dignity, and front ferene:
Th' auguft affembly rife-See Clarke attend,
Joyful, to welcome first his much-lov'd friend:
Hail Thou! whofe prefence joys the fons of God,
Who, pious, have the paths of fcience trod.
Behold for Thee, on Newton's own right hand,
For Thee prepar'd, that throne of glory ftand:
'Twas thine, exalted Genius! to disclaim,
With juft contempt, the breath of mortal fame;
To nobler beings are thy praifes known,
Where Truth and Newton worlds unnumber'd own.
OCCASIONED BY READING A LATE POEM, ENTITLED, THE MINISTER OF STATE, A SATIRE.
Ngrateful Rome!"the generous Scipio
And in retirement's fhade conceal'd his head.
Ungrateful Britain!-might the Patriot fay,
Or, if he will not speak it, others may :
Say, will thy generous heart the Muse permit
Merit and Thee to fing, exalted Pitt;
While, fir'd with honeft rage, the fighs to fee
Base Scandal dart her venom'd tongue at thee?
She muft; the dares th' attempt, however new,
To give her warmest praise, where praise is due;
She burns indeed unfafhionably fir'd,
She burns to praise the minister retir❜d.
Here needs not fiction gild the face of truth,
Thy voice infpirited our generous youth,
That bad at once their glittering falchions glow,
And caft a dreadful gleam upon the foe.
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