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Inscribed in black ink upper right: "3"; in graphite center: "x"; on verso in gray ink upper left: "4"; in graphite center: "x"

Lettered on inlaid page: "THE | PROGRESS of POESY. | A PINDARIC ODE. | I. 1. | AWAKE, AEolian lyre, awake, | And give to rapture all thy trembling | strings. | From Helicon’s harmonious springs | A thousand rills their mazy progress take: | The laughing flowers, that round them blow, | Drink life and fragrance as they flow. | Now the rich stream of music winds along, | Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, | Thro’"; Lettered on verso, on inlaid page: "84 THE PROGRESS OF POESY. | Thro’ verdant vales, and Ceres’ golden reign: | Now rolling down the steep amain, | Headlong, impetuous, see it pour: | The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the | roar. | II. 2. | Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul, | Parent of the sweet and solemn-breathing airs, | Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares, | And frantic Passions, hear thy soft controul. | On Thracia’s hills the Lord of War | Has curb’d the fury of his car, | And drop’d his thirsty lance at thy command. | Perching on the sceptred hand | Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather’d king | With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing: | Quench’d in dark clouds of slumber lie | The terror of his beak, and light’nings of his eye. | I. 3."