So may the cherub peace perchance return

To smooth my passage through this drear sojourn.

O! may my life, to such pure maxims true, Bless, as it glides, and sooth me in review,

By calm research, where truth and sense preside, My wishes temper, and my actions guide;

O! may each taste, that mellows or endears,

Hold fond communion with my blameless years,

Each liberal science lend its lucid aid

To cheer the minstrel's philosophic shade,

And friendship oft with willing feet repair

To smile away the hours in welcome there.

How happy he, whose generous leisure knows.

In rural scenes its pleasures and repose!

Blest with alternate sway of pure employ,
The studious reverie, the guileless joy,

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Unmoved may he behold his hours decay,

Nor urge their flagging speed, nor chide delay;

Calm in ambition, rich in various lore,

As fancy wills, may every age explore,

With PLATO muse the philosophic theme,

With TULLY moralize, with SIDNEY dream,

Or charmed thro many a soothing page to roam,

Make feeling, sympathy, and love, his home;

Him shall no dangers frighten or oppress,

Above the frown of power and false caress;
Resigned, yet cheerful, active, yet serene,
With silent dignity he quits the scene;
Hope gently slopes the way to life's release,
His glory brightening, till it sets in peace.

So in retirement may my years decline, Truth light the path, and studious taste refine ; May no wild passions e'er disturb my breast, But wisdom sanction, what the heart has blest;

The smiles of love, the peace of thought befriend, Cheer my sick couch, and brighten to my end; And o'er the turf spring's earliest blossoms wave, When moonlight slumbers on my tranquil grave.

And thou, fair POESY, whose visions wild

My youth's fond sorrows brightened and beguiled,
Thou, who delightest to roam, where twilight reigns
In silent sadness o'er the glimmering plains,
Along the moonwitched wave thy lyre to sweep,
Calling light phantoms from the shadowy deep;
Or, rocked in storms, thy fearful hands to fling
With hurried madness o'er the quivering string,
The deepened notes of mystic sorcery swell,

And wake strange concord from the demon's yell;
If e'er I marked thee, veiled in purple sheen,
On clouds of lightning walk the breezy green,
ARUN's fair banks with sainted orway tread, (38)
Or garland laurels round young COLLINS' head,

Kiss from his cheek the tear of melting woe,

And fondly lull him on thy neck of snow;

If e'er I marked thee haunt the holy plain,
Where he, the woecrazed SUICIDE, is lain,,
Hymning, "oh drop the briny tear with me,
"My true love sleeps beside yon willow tree;" (39)
Attend indulgent to thy suppliant's prayer,

And be his humble muse thy favoured care,

Still let thy presence o'er his fate preside,

His sweetest solace, and his darling pride.

O! call thy minstrels from the rapturous shores, Whence silver streams enamoured ARNO pours, (40)

Poized on his sapphire car, while Nereids lave

His golden tresses in the sparkling wave,

Lists native music, warbled o'er his tide

In the full melody of lyric pride;

Bid them SECLUSION's wonderous powers rehearse,

And strike the impetuous chords of lofty verse;

So memory's train shall burst their magic trance,

And fancy wake the spirits of romance,

Till in full strains to her the song aspire,

Queen of the thoughts, and empress of the lyre.

END OF THE SECOND PART.