Let no fond love for earth exact a figh,
No doubts divert our fteddy fteps afide;
Nor let us long to live, nor dread to die;
Heav'n is our Hope, and Providence our Guide.

A

T length the winter's furly blafts are o'er; Array'd in fmiles the lovely spring returns: Health to the breeze unbars the screaming door, And ev'ry breaft with heat celestial burns.

Again the daifes peep, the violets blow,
Again the tenants of the leafy grove
Forgot the patt'ring hail, the driving fnow,
Resume the lay to melody and love.

And see, my Delia, fee o'er yonder stream,
Where on the funny bank the lambkins play,
Alike attracted to th' enliv'ning gleam,

The ftranger-fwallows take their wonted way.

Welcome, ye gentle tribe, your fports pursue,
Welcome again to Delia, and to me:
Your peaceful councils on my roof renew,
And plan your fettlements from danger free.

No

No tempeft on my fhed its fury pours,

My frugal hearth no noxious blast supplies; Go, wand'rers, go, repair your footy bow'rs, Think, on no hoftile roof my chimnies rife.

Again I'll listen to your grave debates,

I'll think I hear your various maxims told, Your numbers, leaders, policies, and ftates, Your limits fettled, and your tribes enroll'd,

I'll think I hear you tell of diftant lands,

What infect-nations rife from Egypt's mud, What painted fwarms fubfift on Lybia's fands, What mild Euphrates yields, and Ganges' flood.

Thrice happy race! whom Nature's call invites
To travel o'er her realms with active wing,
To taste her choiceft ftores, her best delights,

The fummer's radiance, and the sweets of spring.

While we are doom'd to bear the reftlefs change
Of shifting feasons, vapours dank, or dry,
Forbid, like you, to milder climes to range,
When wintry clouds deform the troubled sky.

But know the period to your joys affign'd!
Know ruin hovers o'er this earthly ball ;
Certain as fate, and fudden as the wind,

Its fecret adamantine props fhall fall.

Yet

Yet when your fhort-liv'd fummers shine no more,
My patient mind, fworn foe to vice's way,
Suftain'd on lighter wings than yours fhall foar
To fairer realms beneath a brighter ray.

To plains etherial, and Elyfian bowers,
Where wintry storms no rude access obtain,
Where blasts no light'ning, and no thunder low'rs,
But spring, and joy unchang'd for ever reign..
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VALENTINE's Day.

T

By the Same.

HE tuneful choir in amorous ftrains

Accoft their feather'd loves,

While each fond mate with equal pains

The tender fuit approves.

With chearful hop from fpray to fpray

They sport along the meads;

In focial bliss together stray,

Where love or fancy leads.

Thro' fpring's gay scenes each happy pair
Their fluttering joys pursue ;

Its various charms and produce share,

For ever kind and true.

Their spritely notes from every shade
Their mutual loves proclaim;

Till winter's chilling blafts invade,
And damp th' enlivening flame.

Then all the jocund fcene declines,
Nor woods nor meads delight;
The drooping tribe in fecret pines,
And mourns th' unwelcome fight.

Go, blissful warblers! timely wife,
Th' inftructive moral tell!
Nor thou their meaning lays despise,
My charming Annabelle !

A

The SCAVENGERS. A Town Eclogue.

In the Manner of SWIFT.

By the Same.

WAKE my Mufe, prepare a loftier theme:

The winding valley and the dimpled stream Delight not all; quit, quit the verdant field, And try what dufty streets and alleys yield.

Whe

Where Avon wider flows, and gathers fame,
A town there ftands, and Warwick is its name,
For useful arts, entitled once to share

The Mercian dame, Elfleda's guardian care.
Nor lefs for feats of chivalry renown'd

When her own Guy was with her laurels crown'd.
Now indolence fubjects the drowsy place,

And binds in filken bonds her feeble race.
No bufy artifans their fellows greet,
No loaded carriages obftruct the street;
Scarce here and there a fauntring band is feen,
And pavements dread the turf's incroaching green.
Laft of the toiling race there liv'd a pair,
Bred up in labour, and inur'd to care,

To sweep the streets their task from fun to fun,
And feek the naftiness that others fhun.

More plodding hind, or dame, you ne'er shall fee,
He gaffer Peftel hight, and gammer she.
As at their door they fate one fummer's day,
Old Peftel firft effay'd the plaintive lay,

His gentle mate the plaintive lay return'd,
And thus alternately their grief they mourn'd.

O. P. Alas! was ever fuch fine weather feen! -
How dufty are the roads, the ftreets how clean!
How long, ye almanacks, will it be dry?

Empty my cart how long, and idle I ?
Once other days, and diff'rent fate we knew,

That fomething had to carry, I to do.

Now