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Afas ! those fairy visions charm no more,

The pleasing dream of youth is o'er ;
Far other thoughts must now the soul employ,
It glows with other hopes, it pants for other joy.

Hark! the fprightly voice of pleasure

Calls to yonder rofy bow'r,
There she scatters all her treasure,

There exerts her magic pow'r.
Liften to the pleasing call,
Follow, mortals, follow all ;
Lead the dance, and fpread the feast,
Crown with roses every guest :

Now the sprightly minstrels found,
• Picafure's voice is heard around,
And Pleasure's fprightly voice the hills and dales resound.
Whence arose that secret figh-

What fudden gloom o'erclouds thy cheerful brow?

Say, does not every pleasure wait thee now, That e'er could charm the ear, or court the eye? In vain does Nature lavish all her store;

The conscious fpirit ftill afpires,

Still pursues fome new desires, And, every with obtain'd, it sighs and pants for more.


Are these, O Hope! the glories of thy reign ?

The airy dreams of fancy and of youth ! Must all thy boasted pleasures lead to pain ; · Thy joys all vanish at the light of truth? Must wretched man, led by a meteor fire,

To distant blessings fill aspire ;

Still with ardour strive to gain

Joys he oft pursues in vain,
Joys which quickly must expire;
And when at length the fatal hour is come,
And death prepares the irrevocable doom,
Mourn all his darling hopes at once destroy'd,
And ligh to leave that bliss he ne'er enjoy'd ?


Rise, heavenly visions, rise !

And every vain delusive fear controul;
Let real glory charm my wond'ring eyes,

And real happiness enchant my soul !
Hail, glorious dawn of everlasting day,

Though faintly seen!

Thy beams the finking heart can cheer,
And light the weary pilgrim on his way:

For not in vain did Heav'n inspire

That active spark of sacred fire Which still with restless ardour glows : In pain, in pleasure still the same,

It seeks that heaven from whence it came, And scorns all meaner joys, all transient woes.

The foul, for perfect bliss design'd,

Strives in vain that bliss to find, 'Till wing’d by Hope, at length it nies Beyond the narrow bounds of earth, and air, and skies.

Still unmov’d, let Hope remain

Fix'd on true fubftantial joy ;
Dangers tben (hall threat in vain,

Pains torment, or cares annoy:

Then shall ey'ry guiltless pleasure

Sinile with charms unknown before, Hope secure in real treafire“

Mourn her blafted joys no more : Then through each revolving year .

Though earthly glories fad away,

Though youth, and strength, and life itself, decay Yet ftill more bright the prospect shall appear ;

Happier still the latest day,

Brightest far the parting ray.
O'er life's last scene celestial beains shall Mine,
Till Death at length shall burst the chain,

While songs of triumph found on high ;
Then shall Hope her pow'r resign,

Loft in endless ecstafy, And never-fading joy in heaven's full glories reign. .

AN AUTUMNAL ELEGY. LONELY and filent, o'er the ruffet fields,

Musing along, with pentive steps I jove ! The scene no more its wonted pleafure yields,

Its beauty loft, and mute the neighb'ring grove. Whilft Grief o'er drooping Nature sheds a tear,

Affection fond shall pour the duteous lay, To mourn the ruins of the falling year,

Ere yet the wintry storms o'ercast the day. Sweet were those scenes, when lovely crops of grain .

Wav'd to the fost-wing'd breeze, that fragrance bore From yonder, balmy meads and fertile plain,

Which now their flowery vestment wear no more.

'Twas there, with bright-ey'd Fancy erft, I Rray'd

To meet Hygeia on the dewy lawn ; (Then sweeter smild the rofy-blushing maid,)

When young Aurora kindled up the dawn. And there, by lonely Contemplation led,

What time chaste Eve'assum'd her gentle reign, Tafted the sweets by bounteous Nature spread ;

Sooth'd by sweet Philomela’s charming ftrain :But now, which way foe'er I turn my eyes,

The fading prospect fickens to my view, The drooping Woodland's variegated dyes

Proclaim around gay Summer's last adieu. Adieu, ye fields; adieu, ye once-lov'd Inades; it

Adieu those pleasures once to me ye gave'. For others joy the flowers may deck your glades,

Your warblers Gng, and future foliage wave. But why lament for transient pleasures flown ?

Spring shall return, and deck the ravag'd plain; Nature again thall lose her wintry frown,

And smile through all her animated reign. If not to me; yet Hope's translucent ray

Opens a prospect far beyond the tomb, Where happy fields enjoy a cloudless day,

And groves immortal wear a fadeless bloom. A few revolving suns the change may bring,

Which lands me on that peaceful boundless thore, There to enjoy an everlasting Spring,

Where Winter storms difturb the scene no more.


This ODE represents the Difficulty of a just ' Translation of

the Psalms of David, in all their Hebrew Glory; with an
Apology for the Imitation of them in Christian Language.
SHEW me the man that dares and fings
Great David's verfe to British ftrings:
Sublime attempt ! but bold and vain
As building Babel's tower again,
The bard * that climb'd to Cooper's Hill,
Reaching at Zion, sham'd his skill,
And bids the sons of Albion own,
That Judah’s Pfalmift reigns alone."
Bleft Poet! now, like gentle Thanies,
He soothes, our ears with silver streams;
Like his own Jordan now he rolls,
And sweeps away our captive foulse
Softly the tuneful shepherd leads
The Hebrew flocks to flowery meads :
He marks their path with notes divine,
While fountains (pring with oil and wine.
Rivers of peace attend his song,
And draw their milky train along :
He jars; and lo! the flints are broke,
But honey issues from the rock.
When kindling with victorious fire, ..
He shakes his Jance across the lyre: . .

* Sir John Denham.

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