Mr. GARRICK's Answer

When Peleus' son, untaught to yield, Wrathful forsook the hostile field; His breast still warm with heav'nly fire, He tun'd the lay and swept the lyre.

So Chatham, whose exalted soul, Pervaded and inspir'd the whole; Where far, by martial glory led, Britain her sails and banners spread, Retires, tho' wisdom's God dissuades, And seeks repose in rural shades. Yet thither comes the God confess'd, Celestial form, a well known guest.

Nor slow he moves with solemn air; Nor on his brow hangs pensive care; Nor in his hand th' historick page Gives lessons to experienc'd age; As when in vengeful ire he rose, And plan'd the fate of Britain's foes: While the wing'd hours obedient stand, And instant speed the dread command.

Chearful he came, all blithe and gay, Fair blooming like the son of May; Adown his radiant shoulder hung A harp, by all the muses strung; Smiling he to his friend resign'd This soother of the human mind.