1793 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Henry James Pye

Anonymous, "On the Poet Laureat" Morning Post (28 December 1793).



As when on bed of death some sufferer lies,
With faintly beating pulse and languid eyes,
The skilful doctor plies each winning art
To chase the gloom which hangs upon his heart;
Painting, alas, what never shall return!
Those hours when sickness shall no longer mourn.
The patient, drooping with disease, and pale,
Listens, and credulous believes the flattering tale.—
Thus for thy wounds, O Albion, and thy cares,
The Royal Bard his New Year Ode prepares:
How sweetly on thy too attentive ear,
And fond the magic of his song to hear;
Will he display the trophies of the war,
That glisten round Ambition's guilty car,
Our patriot ministers — so pure — so just—
And murderous France, now tumbling to the dust:—
All, all to tell thee, soon thy griefs shall cease,
And happiness return, with wealth, and olive-wreathed Peace.