The GENIUS. An ODE, written in 1717, on occasion of the Duke of MARLBOROUGH'S Apoplexy. I. AWEFUL hero, Marlb'rough, rise: Sleepy charms I come to break: Higher turn thy languid eyes: Lo! thy Genius calls: awake! II. Well survey this faithful plan, With records thy life's great story; 'Tis a short, but crowded span, Full of triumphs, full of glory. III. One by one thy deeds review, Sieges, battles, thick appear; Former wonders, lost in new, Greatly fill each pompous year. IV. This is Blenheim's crimson field, Wet with gore, with slaughter stain'd! Here retiring squadrons yield, And a bloodless wreath is gain'd! V. Ponder in thy godlike mind All the wonders thou hast wrought; Tyrants, from their pride declin'd, Be the subject of thy thought! VI. Rest thee here, while life may last: Th' utmost bliss, to man allow'd, Is to trace his actions past, And to own them great and good. VII. But 'tis gone — a mortal born! Swift the fading scenes remove — Let them pass with noble scorn, Thine are worlds, which roll above. VIII. Poets, prophets, heroes, kings, Pleas'd, thy ripe approach foresee; Men, who acted wond'rdus things, Tho' they yield in same to thee. IX. Foremost, in the patriot-band, Shining with distinguish'd day, See thy friend, Godolphin stand! See! he beckons thee away. X. Yonder seats and fields of light Let thy ravish'd thought explore; Wishing, panting for thy flight! Half an angel; man no more.