TO-MORROW.

By the Same.

Pereunt et Imputantur.

O-morrow, didft thou fay!

Methought I heard Horatio fay, To-morrow.

Go to I will not hear of it

-To-morrow!

'Tis a fharper, who ftakes his penury.

Against thy plenty--who takes thy ready cash.
And pays thee nought but wishes, hopes, and promifes,
The currency of ideots.Injurious bankrupt,
That gulls the easy creditor!-To-morrow!

It is a period no where to be found
In all the hoary registers of Time,
Unless perchance in the fool's calendar.

Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society
With those who own it. No, my Horatio,
"Tis Fancy's child, and Folly is its father;
Wrought of such stuff as dreams are; and baseless
As the fantastic vifions of the evening,

But foft, my friend

arreft the prefent moments;

For be affur'd, they all are arrant tell-tales;
And tho' their flight be filent, and their path

Tracklefs,

Trackless, as the wing'd couriers of the air,
They poft to heav'n, and there record thy folly.
Because, tho' ftation'd on th' important watch,
Thou, like a fleeping, faithless centinel,
Didft let them país unnotic'd, unimprov❜d.
And know, for that thou flumber'dft on the guard,
Thou shalt be made to answer at the bar
For ev'ry fugitive: and when thou thus
Shalt ftand impleaded at the high tribunal
Of hood-wink'd Justice, who shall tell thy audit!
Then ftay the present inftant, dear Horatio;
Imprint the marks of wisdom on its wings.
'Tis of more worth than kingdoms! far more precious
Than all the crimson treasures of life's fortune.

Oh! let it not elude thy grafp, but like

The good old patriarch upon record,

Hold the fleet angel fast, until he bless thee.

F

To a Child of Five Years old.

By the Same.

AIREST flow'r, all flow'rs excelling,
Which in Eden's garden grew;

Flow'rs of Eve's imbower'd dwelling,
Are, my Fair-one, types of you.
Mark, my Polly, how the rofes

Emulate thy damask cheek;"
How the bud its fweets difclofes,
Buds thy opening bloom befpeak.
Lilies are, by plain direction,

Emblems of a double kind;
Emblems of thy fair complexion,
Emblems of thy fairer mind.
But, dear girl, both flow'rs and beauty
Bloffom, fade, and die away;

Then pursue good fenfe and duty,
Evergreens, that ne'er decay.

Alluding to Milton's defcription of Eve's bower.

VOL. IV.

R

Father

Father FRANCIS's Prayer.

Written in Lord WESTMORLAND's Hermitage.

N

E gay attire, ne marble hall,

Ne arched roof, ne pictur'd wall;
Ne cook of Fraunce, ne dainty board,
Beftow'd with pypes of perigord;
Ne power, ne fuch like idle fancies,
Sweet Agnes grant to father Francis
Let me ne more myself deceive;
Ne more regret the toys I leave;
The world I quit, the proud, the vain,
Corruption's and Ambition's train;

s;

But not the good, perdie nor fair,
'Gainft them I make ne vow, ne pray'r;
But fuch aye welcome to my cell,
And oft, not always, with me dwell;
Then caft, fweet Saint, a circle round,
And blefs from fools this holy ground;
From all the foes to worth and truth,
From wanton old, and homely youth;

The

Mine house shall prove an hermitage.

An Infcription on the Cell.

Beneath these mofs-grown roots, this ruftick cell,
Truth, Liberty, Content, fequefter'd dwell;
Say you, who dare our hermitage disdain,
What drawing-room can boaft fo fair a train?

An Inscription in the Cell.
Sweet bird that fing'ft on yonder spray,
Purfue unharm'd thy fylvan lay song full
While I beneath this breezy shade,sing':
In peace repofe my careless head....
And joining thy enraptur'd fong, tað
Inftruct the world-enamour'd throng,:.
That the contented harmless breast
In folitude itself is bleft.