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· Hence, 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 these consecrated bowers [flowers. Let painted Flattery hide her serpent train in


• Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain,
Dare the Muse's walk to stain,
While bright-eyed Science watches round :
Hence, away, 'tis holy ground !


From yonder realms of empyrean day

Bursts on my ear the’ indignant lay; There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine,

The few, whom Genius gave to shine Through every unborn age, and undiscover'd clime. Rapp'd in celestial transport they; Yet hither oft a glance from high They send of tender sympathy,

| This Ode was performed in the Senate House at Cambridge, July 1, 1769, at the Installation of his Grace Augustus Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Grafton, Chancellor of the University. It is here printed with the divisions adopted by the composer, Dr. Randall, then professor of music at Cambridge. ? Edward the Third, who added the fleur de lys of France to the arms of England. He founded Trinity College.

To bless the place where on their opening soul

First the genuine ardour stole: 'Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell, And, as the choral warblings round him swell, Meek Newton's self bends from his state sublime, And nods his hoary head, and listens to the rhyme.


• Ye brown o'erarching 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 silver bright In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Me




But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth

With solemn steps and slow,
High potentates, and dames of royal birth,
And mitred fathers in long order go :
Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow ?

From haughty Gallia torn,
And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn

3 Mary de Valentia, Countess of Pembroke, daughter of Gay de Chatillon, Comte de St. Paul in France ; of whom tradition says, that her husband, Audemar de Valentia, Earl of Pembroke, was slain at a tournament on the day of his nuptials. She was the foundress of Pembroke College or Hall, under the name of Aula Maria de Valentia.

That wept her bleeding love, and princely Clare *,
And Anjou's heroine, and the paler Rose',
The rival of her crown and of her woes,

And either Henry there';

The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord
That broke the bonds of Rome.
(Their tears, their little triumphs o'er,
Their human passions now no more,
Save Charity, that glows beyond the tomb.)


All that on Granta's fruitful plain
Rich streams of regal bounty pour'd,
'And bade these awful fanes and turrets rise,
To hail their Fitzroy's festal morning come;
And thus they speak in soft accord
The liquid language of the skies.


What is grandeur, what is power?
Heavier toil, superior pain.
What the bright reward we gain?
The grateful memory of the good.

4 Elizabeth de Burg, Countess of Clare, was wife of John de Burg, son and heir of the Earl of Ulster, and daughter of Gilbert de Clare, Earl of Gloucester, by Joan of Acres, daughter of Edward the First. Hence the Poet gives her the epithet of princely. She founded Clare Hall.

5 Margaret of Anjou, wife of Henry the Sixth, foundress of Queen's College.

Elizabeth Widville, wife of Edward the Fourth, hence called the paler rose, as being of the house of York. She added to the foundation of Margaret of Anjou.

6 Henry the Sixth and Eighth. The former the founder of King's, the latter the greatest benefactor to Trinity, College.

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
The bee's collected treasures sweet,
Sweet Music's melting fall, but sweeter yet
The still small voice of Gratitude.'


Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud

The venerable Margaret see ?! • Welcome, my noble son (she cries aloud),

To this, thy kindred train, and me:
Pleased in thy lineaments we trace
A Tudor's fire, a Beaufort's grace 8.


• Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye,
The flower unheeded shall descry,
And bid it round Heaven's altar shed
The fragrance of its blushing head:
Shall raise from earth the latent gem
To glitter on the diadem.

RECITATIVE. • Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band,

Not obvious, not obtrusive, she
No vulgar praise no venal incense Alings;

Nor dares with courtly tongue refined
Profane thy inborn royalty of mind:

She reveres herself and thee.

? Countess of Richmond and Derby: the mother of Henry the Seventh, foundress of St. John's and Christ's Colleges.

8 The Countess was a Beaufort, and married to a Tudor : hence the application of this line to the Duke of Grafton, who claims descent from both these families.

With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow, The laureate wreath that Cecil wore she brings,

And to thy just, thy gentle hand,

Submits the fasces of her sway, While spirits bless'd above, and men below Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay.


• Through the wild waves as they roar, With watchful eye and dauntless mien

Thy steady course of honour keep, Nor fear the rocks, nor seek the shore:

The Star of Brunswick smiles serene, And gilds the horrors of the deep.'

9 Lord Treasurer Burleigh was Chancellor of the University in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.

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