At the INSTALLATION of his Grace AUGUSTUS-HENRY FITZROY, Duke of GRAFTON, CHANCELLOR of the University.

O DE FOR MUSIC.

IRREGULA R.

I.

ENCE, avaunt, ('tis holy ground)

Comus, and his midnight-crew,

"And Ignorance with looks profound,

"And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,

"Mad Sedition's cry profane,

"Servitude that hugs her chain,

"Nor in thefe confecrated bowers

"Let painted Flatt'ry hide her ferpent-train

"in Flowers.

"Nor

"Nor Envy bafe, nor creeping Gain

"Dare the Mufe's walk to ftain,

"While bright-eyed Science watches round: "Hence, away, 'tis holy ground!"

II.

From yonder realms of empyrean day

Burfts on my ear th' indignant lay:

There fit the fainted Sage, the Bard divine,

The Few, whom Genius

gave to fhine

Thro' every unborn age, and undiscover'd

clime.

Rapt in celeftial transport they,

Yet hither oft a glance from high

They fend of tender fympathy

To bless the place, where on their opening foul

First the genuine ardor stole.

"Twas Milton ftruck the deep-ton'd fhell,

And, as the choral warblings round him fwell,

Meek

Meek Newton's felf bends from his state fublime,

And nods his hoary head, and liftens to the

rhyme.

III.

"Ye brown o'er-arching Groves,

"That Contemplation loves,

"Where willowy Camus lingers with delight!

"Oft at the blush of dawn

"I trod your level lawn,

"Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia filver-bright "In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, "With Freedom by my fide, and foft-ey'd Melancholy."

IV.

But hark! the portals found, and pacing forth

With folemn steps and flow,

High Potentates, and Dames of royal birth,

And mitred Fathers in long order go:

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