"O mid yon murmuring wood at ease reclined, "Where Nature hears the wildly-warbling lay "Of Night's lone bird; how sweet to fit retired! "To feel th' enlivening wifh, to mount the foul "Elate on Fancy's beamy wing; to pour

Quick thro' the feeling heart th'inspiring lay, "That finely vibrates on the fprings of thought, "And wakes the mental harmony; the smile "Of calm Content, when tuned to perfect eafe, "Subfides the Difcord of the fettling mind, "And Reason whispers peace;-o'er the broad fcene "To glance a wondering eye, and mark the Cause "Whence fprung this beauteous off-spring, to adore “The hand that shaped Creation, and from night "Call'd new-born Beauty, like the glittering beam "That gilds yon fhadowy cloud; combining all "The fchemes of Wisdom to the glorious end "Of General Good (tho' Judgment's purblind eye "Darts o'er the varied maze her glance in vain) “That Virtue, Wisdom, Happiness may rife "From the long beauteous chain refulting fair, "And pour their treasures on the fons of Men."

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To Mifs-

With a FLOWER.

D

ELIA, mark that blowing rose,
How the lovely bloffom glows!
Spread in yon reclining vale

Its odours fcent the breathing gale;
Such thy Youth's delightful bloom,
Thy lips diffufe fuch fine perfume.
Mark that lily's milky white,
See its glowing charms unite!
How they languish o'er the stream,
Pure as Heaven's ethereal beam!

Such where the blue veins finely glow,
Thy hand unftain'd as driven fnow;
Such thy life to trial brought,
Such the whiteness of thy thought;
Yet the flower that decks the mead
Soon will droop its tender head:
Soon, when nipping frofts invade,
All its glittering dyes will fade;
Till its leaves in fwift decay
Scent fome gale, and breathe
So when Time, relentless Foe!
Strows his wrinkles on thy brow,

away.

Gloomy

Gloomy Care with mildew'd wing
Soon will blaft that blushing spring;
Till ev'n Thou, though form'd to please,
Bleft with beauty, wit, and ease;

Though each voice thy worth proclaim,
Though the Graces fhaped thy frame :-
Thou, but I can add no more.-
Read the moral in the flower.

SAPPHO's

SAPPHO's ODE to VENUS

TRANSLATE D.

AY fmiling Venus, heav'nly fair,

GA

To whom our lofty Temples Who gently lay'st the secret snare, In which the bleeding lover dies.

Propitious Power! my foul infpire,
And shield from every danger nigh;
Descend, and tune my warbling lyre,
If e'er Thou heard'ft a lover's cry.

rife!

Thus while I fung, to ease my care
From heav'n the radiant Goddess flew ;
I mark'd her track along the air;
Her carr the swift-wing'd fparrows drew.

Then-with a soft inviting smile:

"What fears thy troubled thoughts controul?

Why call'ft Thou Me? What hopes beguile, "What wishes foothe thy melting soul?

Why is my Fair a prey to woe?

"Why streams with grief that sparkling eye?
"Why muft thy heaving bofom glow?
"O tell, my Sappho, tell me why!

"If of the falfe deluding youth

Thy lyre in dying notes complains, "Soon he'll reward thy fteady truth, "And take the gifts he now disdains.

"If now he fhuns thy longing arms,
Soon will he own your mighty sway,
"Adore thefe bright refiftlefs charms,
And all your foft commands obey."

O Thou my Guardian, and my Friend!
Allay these fierce deftructive fires!
O from yon azure skies defcend!
And grant me all my foul defires:

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