VALENTINE'S DAY. THE tuneful choir in amorous ftrains, While each fond mate with equal pains With chearful hop from fpray to fpray, In focial blifs together ftray, Where love or fancy leads. Thro' Spring's gay scenes each happy pair Their flutt'ring joys pursue; Its various charms and produce share, For ever kind and true. Their fprightly notes from every fhaden Then all the jocund féene declines, Go, blissful warbler! timely wife, Nor thou their meaning lays defpife, THE INVOCATION. TO MIRA, THE faireft flower that fips the dew, And lefs its beauteous bloom, The rofe-bud bursting into day, Is not more pure than Mira's heart, If, Venus, with a favoring ear This blooming flower protect and guide Let no rude storm, no chilling air, ' Prevent her opening charms ; And should a danger hover near, IAGO. So when Time ripens every grace, In her, each heart will own thy fway, MAVOR ODE ON SOLITUDE. WRITTEN WHEN THE AUTHOR WAS ABOUT TWELVE YEARS OLD. HAPPY the man whofe with and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breath his native air On his own ground. Whofe herds with milk, whofe felds of bread, Bleft who can unconcern'dly find Sound fleep by night; ftudy and ease, Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown; Steal from the world, and not a stone PORE. THE MORNING LARK, ANACREONTIC. FEATHER'd lyric! warbling high, Op'ning with thy matin lay (Nature's hymn!) the eye of day, THOMSON. A SUMMER EVENING. HOW fine has the day been, how bright was the fun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run, And there follow'd fome dropping of rain! Juft fuch is the Chriftian: his courfe he begins, Like the fun in a mist, while he mourns for his fins, And melts into tears: when he breaks out and fhines, And travels his heavenly way; But when he comes nearer to finish his race, And gives a fure hope at the end of his days, WATTS D |