Objects of fenfe, each confcious fense asleep,
With lively image ftrike the wakeful foul,
Some frowning rock that threats the foaming deep,
Or wood-hung vale, where ftreams meand'ring roll,
Some long-loft friend's returning voice you hear,
Clafp the life-pictur'd shade, and drop the pleasing tear.
XXIII.

Each outward organ, as ideas rise,

Gives eafy entrance to the motley train ;
Reflection calm, with retrofpective eyes
Surveys her treasures in the formful brain;
Tho' Death relentless shed his baleful dew,
In Lethe dip each form-conveying pow'r,
Unhurt Reflection may her themes purfue,
Smile at the ruin, safe amidst her store ;
Without one fenfe's aid in life's low vale,
Fancy can furnish joys, and reafon lift her scale.
XXIV.

Thus the lone lover in the pensive shade
In day-dreams rapt of foft ecftatic blifs,
Purfues in thought the vifionary maid,

Feafts on the fancy'd fmile, and favour'd kiss :
Thus the young poet at the close of day

Led by the magic of some fairy song

Thro' the dun umbrage winds his heedless way,

Nor hears the babbling brook that brawls along :

Thus deathlefs Newton deaf to nature's cries

Would measure Time and Space, and travel 'round the skies.

XXV. When

XXV.

When just expiring hangs life's trembling light,
And fell disease ftrikes deep the deadly dart,
Reason and mem'ry burn with ardour bright,
And gen'rous paflions warm the throbbing heart;
Oft will the vig'rous foul in life's last stage
With keeneft relish tafte pure mental joys:
Since the fierce efforts of diftemper's rage
Nor 'bates her vigour, nor her pow'rs destroys,
Say, fhall her luftre death itself impair?

When in high noon fhe rides, then sets in dark despair?
XXVI.

Tho' through the heart no purple tide should flow,
No quiv'ring nerve should vibrate to the brain,
The mental pow'rs no mean dependence know;

Thought may furvive, and each fair paffion reign;
As when Lucina ends the pangful ftrife,

Lifts the young babe, and lights her lambent flame,
Some pow'rs new-waking hail the dawning life,
Some unfufpended live, unchang'd, the fame;
So from our duft fresh faculties may bloom,
Some pofthumous furvive, and triumph o'er the tomb.
XXVII.

This fibrous frame by nature's kindly law,
Which gives each joy to keen sensation here,
O'er purer fcenes of blifs the veil may draw,
And cloud reflection's more exalted sphere.

When

When Death's cold hand with all-diffolving pow'r
Shall the close tie with friendly ftroke unbind,
Alike our mortal as our natal hour

May to new being raise the waking mind :
On death's new genial day the foul may rife,

Born to fome higher life, and hail fome brighter skies.
XXVIII.

The mofs-grown tree, that shrinks with rolling years,
The drooping flow'rs that die fo foon away,
Let not thy heart alarm with boding fears,
Nor thy own ruin date from their decay:
The blushing rofe that breathes the balmy dew,
No pleafing tranfports of perception knows,
The rev'rend oak, that circling fprings renew,
Thinks not, nor by long age experienc'd grows;
Thy fate and theirs confefs no kindred tie :

Tho' their frail forms may fade, fhall sense and reason die ?
XXIX.

Nor let life's ills, that in dire circle rage,

Steal from thy heaving breast those labour'd fighs;

Thefe, the kind tutors of thy infant

age,

Train the young pupil for the future fkies:

Unschool'd in early prime, in riper years

Wretched and scorn'd still struts the bearded boy;
The tingling rod bedew'd with briny tears
Shoots forth in graceful fruits of manly joy:
The painful cares that vex the toilfome spring

Shall plenteous crops of blifs in life's laft harveft bring.

XXX. She

XXX.

She ceas'd, and vanish'd into fightless wind-
O'er my torn breast alternate paffions fway,
Now Doubt defponding damps the wav'ring mind,
Now Hope reviving sheds her cheerful ray.
Soon from the skies in heav'nly white array'd,
Faith to my fight reveal'd, fair Cherub! stood,
With life replete the volume fhe display'd,

Seal'd with the ruddy stains of crimson blood;
Each fear now starts away, as spectres fly

When the fun's orient beam firft gilds the purple sky.
XXXI.

Mean while the faithful herald of the day

The village cock crows loud with trumpet shrill,
The warbling lark foars high, and morning grey
Lifts her glad forehead o'er the cloud-wrapt hill :
Nature's wild mufic fills the vocal vale;

The bleating flocks that bite the dewy ground,
The lowing herds that graze the woodland dale,
And cavern'd echo, fwell the cheerful found;
Homeward I bend with clear unclouded mind,
Mix with the bufy world, and leave each care behind.

Το

To the Memory of a GENTLEMAN, who died on his Travels to ROME.

L

Written in 1738.

By the Rev. Dr. SHIPLEY.

ANGTON, dear partner of my foul,
Accept what pious paffion meditates
To grace thy fate, Sad memory
And grateful love, and impotent regret
Shall wake to paint thy gentle mind,
Thy wife good-nature, friendship delicate
In fecret converse, native mirth
And fprightly fancy; fweet artificer
Of focial pleafure; nor forgot

The noble thirst of knowledge and fair fame
That led thee far thro' foreign climes
Inquifitive: but chief the pleasant banks
Of Tiber, ever-honour'd ftream,

Detain'd thee vifiting the laft remains
Of ancient art; fair forms exact

In fculpture, columns, and the mould'ring bulk
Of theatres. In deep thought rapt

Of old renown, thy mind survey'd the scenes