ODE for the NEW-YEAR.
In a Dialogue between FAME and VIRTUE.
FAME, by Mr Beard. VIRTUE, by Mr Savage.
Fame. Glory! where art thou, goddess where?
Direct me Virtue, to her sight;
’Tis I, ’tis Fame, prefer the pray’r,
Lest I mistake her shade for light.
Virtue. Well hast thou pray’d, illustrious Fame!
Nor shall delusion wrong thine eye;
Enthron’d, behold, behold her there;
Assert and found her to the sky.
Fame. O glorious view! th’ immortal ray
Around the British CAESAR beams;
Distinguish’d as the rising day
That o’er the golden ocean gleams.
Virtue. Not brighter shines the solar ball,
Or moves with more exalted mien.
Fame. Refulgent, visible to all,
Yet to itself alone unseen.
Virtue. ’Tis not the wasted world,
Or dire destruction hurl’d
By arms injuriously victorious:
Chorus. But to protect, to save,
Avows the great and brave:
Thence! thence alone is empire glorious!
Fame. These are thy views, Augustus, this
The just ambition we adore:
Thus guarded, liberty and peace
With wreaths of glory crown thy pow’r.
Virtue. Happy subjects,
Envy’d objects
Of the bless’d with kinder sky:
All their pleasure,
Wanting CAESAR,
Wants the bliss of our hinds enjoy.
Fame. From CAESAR’s patriot sway
The heart-reviving ray
Of liberty serenes our sphere;
Hence! hence arise our vows,
That glory and repose
May, long possess’d, preserve him here!
Chorus. That glory and repose
May, long possess’d, preserve him here.
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