TO THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD, AN ODE by ROBERT NUGENT

Too anxious for the publick Weal,a
A while suspend the toilsome Strife!a
O think if Britain claims thy Zeal,a
Thy Friends, and Britain claim thy Life!a

II.a

Thy gen'rous, free, and active Soul,a
Inspir'd by Glory's sacred Flame,a
Springs ardent, to the distant Goal,a
And strains the weaker mortal Frame.a

III.a

Happy whom Reason deigns to guide,a
Secure within the Golden Mean,a
Who shuns the Stoick's senseless Pride,a
Nor wallows with the Herd obscene.a

IV.a

He nor with Brow severely bent,a
Chides Pleasure's smiling Train away;a
Nor careless of Life's great Intent,a
With Folly wastes each heedless Day.a

V.a

But from the Mountain's lofty Height,a
Now Nature's mighty Frame surveys;a
And now descending with Delight,a
Along the humble Valley strays.a

VI.a

So have I seen Thee gain Applause,a
Tho' Faction rag'd, from Britain 's Peers;a
Then, Glorious in thy Country's Cause,a
Go whisper Love in CHLOE'S Ears.

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