The rock's high fummit, in the temple's fhade, The temple shakes: the founding gates unfold; O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies: WHEN on the goddess first I caft my fight, With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they fing; FIRST at the fhrine, the learned world appear, And, to the goddefs, thus prefer their prayerLong have we fought t' inftruct and pleafe mankind, "With ftudies pale, with midnight vigils blind: "But, thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none, "We here appeal to thy fuperior throne ; "On wit and learning the juft prize bestow, "For fame is all we muft expect below."The goddess heard; and bade the mufes raise The golden trumpet of eternal praife. From pole to pole the winds diffuse the found, And fill the circuit of the world around: Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud; The notes, at first, were rather fweet than loud : By juft degrees, they every moment rife; Spread round the earth, and gain upon the fkies. NEXT thefe, the good and juft, an awful train, Thus, on their knees, addrefs the facred fane"Since living virtue is with envy curs'd, "And the best men are treated like the worst, "Do thou, juft goddefs! call our merits forth, A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore; And proud defiance in their looks they bore"For thee (they cry'd) amidst alarms and ftrife, "We fail'd, in tempefts, down the ftream of life; "For thee, whole nations fill'd with fire and blood, "And fwam to empire through the purple flood. "Thofe ills, we dar'd, thy infpiration own; "What virtue feem'd, was done for thee alone.". "Ambitious fools! (the queen reply'd and frown'd) "Be all your deeds in dark oblivion drown'd: "There, fleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone; "Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown."A fudden cloud ftraight fnatch'd them from my fight, And each majestic phantom funk in night. THEN came the fmalleft tribe I yet had feen : Plain was their drefs, and modeft was their mien"Great idol of mankind! we neither claim "The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ; "But, fafe in deferts, from th'applause of men, "Would die unheard-of, as we liv'd unseen. “'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from fight, "Those acts of goodness, which themselves requite. "O! let us, ftill, the fecret joy partake, "To follow virtue, ev'n for virtue's fake.""And live there men, who flight immortal fame ? "Who, then, with incenfe fhall adore our name? "But, mortals, know, 'tis ftill our greatest pride, "To blaze thofe virtues, which the good would hide. "Rife, muses! rife! add all your tuneful breath! WHILE thus I ftood, intent to fee and hear, One came, methought, and whifper'd in my ear"What could thus high thy rash ambition raise? "Art thou, fond youth, I a candidate for praife?"'Tis true, faid I, not void of hopes I came ; For, who fo fond, as youthful bards, of fame? But, if the purchase cost so dear a price, As foothing folly, or exalting vice; And, if the mufe muft flatter lawless sway; But the fall'n ruins of another's fame; Then, teach me, Heav'n! to fcorn the guilty bays; SEC SECTION II. LESSON I. ODE ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF LORD HAY, NOW EARL OF ERROL. A MUSE, unkill'd in venal praife, Unftain'd with flattery's art; Who loves fimplicity of lays, For, not on beds of gaudy flowers Where floth diffolves, and fpléen devours, All energy of mind : To hurl the dart, to ride the car, To ftem the deluges of war, And |