ODE TO CONCORD.
1 SOUL of the world, first mover, say,
2 From thee what glorious being came,
3 Powerful to raise this universal frame?
4 Who taught the ponderous wheels to play?
5 Gave beauty to look forth with radiant eyes,
6 And cloath'd with ambient day the chrystal skies?
7 'Twas Concord, who enthron'd above,
8 With sevenfold adamantine chains
9 The path of wandering orbs restrains,
10 Kindles the genial fire of love,
11 And walks the courts of genuine light,
12 (While all heaven hails the wonders of her sight)[Page 95]
13 Where Bliss has banish'd Chance, and sore Annoy,
14 And Goodness sills the cup of general joy.
15 Nor is she to the heavens confin'd;
16 Forth on the morning's wings she rides,
17 She skims the glowing evening's purple tides,
18 And leaves the setting sun behind.
19 Where doves sit cooing at the noon-tide hour,
20 And linnets warble in the woodbine bower;
21 Where the pale moon her lustre spreads,
22 The love-lorn bird divides her song,
23 The soft flute sooths the rural throng,
24 And dew drops load the flowrets' heads;
25 Where the ingenuous chorus sings,
26 The delicate touch flies o'er the trembling strings,
27 From the gilt roof the symphony rebounds;
28 Thine, goddess, are the charms, and thine the silver sounds.
29 The buxom air, the saphire main,
30 All height and depth confess thy gracious reign;
31 But chief is thy delight to dwell
32 Lodg'd in the human breast, thy dearest cell.
33 Favour and friendship meet thee there,
34 And tender transport with the gushing tear:
35 There wedlock at thy altar bends,
36 There halcyon peace securely broods,
37 And meek tranquillity attends
38 To quell unruly rage, and sooth the swelling floods.
39 Now by the magic of thy tongue,
40 That call'd up first the rolling spheres;
41 Thro' the gay circle of revolving years,
42 With rapturous sounds of mystic song,
43 Attun'd in heavenly harmony to run:
44 And by the virtue of th' enchanting zone,
45 Which when the fair Idalian queen
46 Accepts, with universal sway,
47 The smiles and winning passions play
48 In her resistless look and mien;
49 The loves thy heavenly gift admire,
50 And tip their little darts with lambent fire;
51 Fresh wreaths the graces bring, and form the round;
52 Where rising daisies mark the measur'd ground.
53 Now by the rosy mildness sweet,
54 Of which when youthful spring awakes,
55 From thy abundance amply she partakes,
56 What time the silk-plum'd zephyrs meet
57 In Saba's groves, to kiss the bending blooms
58 With balmy lips, and wanton in perfumes:
59 And by the ripened, redolent grace,
60 When summer in the Persian fields
61 To sober-seeming Autumn yields
62 Her treasures on the loaded sprays,
63 The sky-rob'd plum, the purple vine,
64 The velvet peach, and damask nectarine;
65 While Plenty, waving her Hesperian bough,
66 Gladdens Pomona with the golden show.
67 Great goddess! with the words of peace
68 Bid this wild uproar of contention cease;
69 Bid Amity, with gentle ray,
70 The woes that lowr on faction's brow display.
71 Shall Rome to thee a rebel prove?
72 For hellish hate abandon heavenly love?
73 Here, gentle Concord, on each breast
74 Let thy spring-sweetness bland distil,
75 Here thy ambrosial fragrance rest,
76 And all mankind obey thy sovereign will.