80 ODF? ON THE DIVERSITY How difl'erent he, by heav'n design'd To mend the age, and teach mankind ! Whom thy chaste influence gently warms, Nor wakes to Pass!Oh'S bold alarms; Prompting, with unimperinus sway, The moral, energetic lay; To whom her arrows Satire doth afford, Yet all in Virtue's polish'd quiver stor'd; With calm Persuasion at his side, Unfaltering Reason as his guide, While round him hovers sprightlier Wit, For the light, playful skirmish fit; Shakes from his wings, of every hue, A thousand drops of gem-like dew; E,?er restless in his wiles, Seldom he laughs, but often smiles, And still a slight disdain, the while, Seems lurking in his gayest smile. Hark ! the air rings, woods echo, rocks rebound, To the spirit-stirring call of the martial horn; Old heroes seem reviving at the sound, From proud Thermopyl?, from Cann?, borne: They come ! they come ! they lift their standards high; On, on ! 'fis death'to live, 'tis life to die ! Morven, too, sends forth her numbers, Bursting from their age of slumbers: ......... ?Google
�
