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Friendship shall fill thy evening feafts adorn; And blooming peace thall ever blefs thy morn. Succeeding years their happy race thall run; And Age unheeded by delight come on; While yet fuperior Love fhall mock his pow'r; And when old Time fhall turn the fated hour, Which only can our well-tied knot unfold; What refts of both, one fepulchre fhall hold.
Hence then for ever from my Emma's breaft (That heav'n of foftnefs, and that feat of reft), Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, Scatter'dbywinds recede,andwildinforeftsrove.
O day the fairest sure that ever rose! Period and end of anxious Emma's woes! Sire of her joy, and fource of her delight; O! wing d with pleasure take thy happy flight, And giveeach futuremornatinƐtureofthy white. Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love, Henry, my Henry, will he never rove? Will he be ever kind, and juft, and good? And is there then no miftrefs in the wood? None, none there is; the thought was rafh and vain; A falfe idea, and a fancied pain. Doubt fhall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart, And anxious jealoufy's corroding finart; No other inmate fhall inhabit there, But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleafing Care. Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow, And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow. If at my feet the fuppliant goddess stands, And fheds her treature with unwearied hands; Her prefent favour cautious I'll embrace, And not unthank ful ufe the proffer'd grace: If the reclaims the temporary beon, And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone; Secure of mind I'll obviate her intent, And unconcern'd return the goods the lent. Nor happiness can I, nor mifery feel, From any turn of her fantastic wheel : Friendship's great laws, and love's fuperior pow'rs, Muft mark the colour of my future hours. From the events which thy commands create I muft my bleffings or my forrows date; And Henry's will muft dictate Emma's fate. Yet while with clofe delight and inward pride (Which from the world my careful foul fhall hide) I see thee, lord and end of my defire, Exalted high as virtue can require; With power invefted, and with pleafure cheer'd; Sought by the good, by the oppreffor fear'd; Loaded and bleft with all the affluent ftore Which human vows at smoking shrines implore; Grateful and humble grant me to employ My life, fubfervient only to thy joy; And at my death to bless thy kindness shown To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone.
WHILE thus the conftant pair alternate faid, Joyful above them and around them play'd Angels and fportive Loves, a numerous crowd; Smilingtheyclapp'd theirwings,andlowthey bow'd:
They tumbled all their little quivers o'er,
To chcofe propitious fhafts; a precious ftore,
That, when their god fhould take his future darts,
To ftrike (however rarely) conftant hearts,
His happy skill might proper arms employ,
All tipp d with pleatine, and all wing'd with joy;
And thofe, they vow'd, whofe lives fhould imitate
Thefe lovers' conftancy, fhould fhare their fate.
The queen of beauty ftopp'd her bridled doves; Approv'd the little labour of the Loves; Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear; And to the triumph call'd the god of war: Soon as the calls, the god is always near.
Now, Mars, the faid, let Fame exalt her voice;
Nor let thy conquefts only be her choice :
But when the fings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hoftile fpear and captive shield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught
And when, as prudent Saturn shall complete
The years defign'd to perfect Britain's state,
The fwift-wing'd pow'r fhall take her trump
To fing her fav'rite Anna's wondrous reign;
To recollect unwearied Marlbro's toils,
Old Rufus' hall unequal to his fpoils;
The British folder from his high command
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand:
Let her at least perform what I defire;
With fecond breath the vocal brafs infpire,
And tell the nations, in no vulgar ftrain,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain.
And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past;
And when thy laurels at my feet are caft;
Faithful may ft thou, like British Henry, prove:
And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.
Renown'd for truth, let all thy fons appear; And conftant beauty fhall reward their care.
Mars fmil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the fky; And thou, the finiling faid, great god of days And verse, behold my deed, and fing my praise; As on the British earth, my fav'rite ifle, Thy gentle rays and kindest influence fmile, Thro' all her laughing fields and verdant groves, Proclaim with joy thofe memorable loves: From every annual courfe let one great day To celebrated fports and floral play Be fet afide; and, in the fofteft lays Of thy poetic fons, be folemn praise, And everlafting marks of honour paid To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.
§ 144. An Heroic Epifle to Sir William Chambers, Knight, Comptroller General of his Majefty's Works, and Author of a late Differtation on Oriental Gardening. Enriched with Explanatory Notes, chiefly extracted from that elaborate Performance. ANON. Non omnes arbusta juvant humilefque myricae. VIRGIL.
KNIGHT of the Polar Star! by Fortune plac'd, To fhine the Cynofure of British taste;
* Cynosure, an affected phrafe; Cynofura is the conftellation of Urfa Minor, or the Leffer Bear, the next flar to the Pole. Dr. Newton on the word in Milton,
Whofe orb collects in one refulgent view
The fcatter'd glories of Chinele Virtù;
And fpreads their luftre in fo broad a blaze,
That Kings themfelves are dazzled, while they
That Pope beheld them with aufpicious (mile,
And own'd that Beauty blefs'd their mutual tuil.
Miltaken Bard! could fuch a pair defign
Scenes fit to live in thy immortal line?
Hadft thou been born in this enlighten'd day,
Felt, as we feel, Tafte's oriental ray,
Thy fatire fure had given them both a stab,
Call'd Kent a Drivelier, and the Nympha Drab.
For what is Nature? Ring her changes round,
Her three flat notes are water, plants, and ground;
Prolong the peal, yet fpite of all your clatter,
The tedious chime is ftill ground, plants, and
O let the Mufe attend thy march fublime,
And, with thy profe, caparifon her rhyme;
Teach her, like thee, to gild her fplendid fong
With fcenes of Yven-Ming, and fayings of Li-
Like thee to fcorn Dame Nature's fimple fence;
Leap each ha-ha of truth and common fenfe;
And, proudly rifing in her bold career,
Demand attention from the gracious ear
Of him, whom we and all the world admit
Patron fupreme of fcience, tafte, and wit.
Does Envy doubt? Witnefs, ye chosen train!
Who breathe the fweets of his Saturnian reign;
Witnefs ye Hills, ye Jnfins, Scots, S bb's,
Hark to my call, for fome of you have cars.
Let Dd He, from the remotest North,
In fee-faw fceptic fcruples hint his worth;
Dd, who there fupinely deigns to lye
The fatteft Hog of Epicurus' ftye;
Tho' drunk with Gallic wine, and Gallic praife.
D**d fhall blefs Old England's halcyon days;
The mighty Home, bemir'd in profe fo long,
Again thall talk upon the stilts of fong:
While bold Mac-Ofiian, wont in Ghofts to deal,
Bids candid Smollet from his coffin ftcal;
Bids Mallock quit his fweet Elyfian reft,
Sunk in his St. John's philofophie breaft,
And, like old Orpheus, make fome frong effort
To come from Hell, and warble truth at Court‡.
There was a time," in Ether's peaceful grove,"
"When Kent and Nature vy'd for Pelham's
So, when fome John his dull invention racks,
To rival Boodle's dinners, or Almack's;
Three uncouth legs of mutton fhock our eyes,
Three roafted geefe, three batter'd apple-pics.
Come then, prolific art, and with thee bring
The charms that rife from thy exhausticss spring;
To Richmond come, for fee untutor'd Brown
Deftroys thofe wonders which were once thy own.
Lo, from his melon-ground the peafant flave
Has rudely rush'd, and levell'd Merlin's Cave;
Knock d down the waxen Wizard, feiz'd his wand,
Transform'd to lawn what late was Fairy land;
And marr'd, with impious hand, each sweet defiga
Of Stephen Duck and good Queen Caroline.
Hafte, bid yon livelong Terrace re-afcend,
Replace each vifta, ftraighten every.bend;
Shut out the Thames; fhail that ignoble thing
Approach the prefence of great Ocean's King?
No! let Barbaric glories|| reaft his eyes,
Augutt Pagodas round his palace ile,
And finish'd Richmond open to his view,
A work to wonder at, perhaps a Kew."
Nor reft we here, but, at our magic call,
Monkies fhall climb our trees, and lizards crawl
One of the Imperial gardens at Pekin.
"Many trees. thrubs, and flowers,” fayeth Li-Tfong, a Chinese author of great antiquity, "thrive beft in low, moist fituations; many on hills and mountains; fome require a rich foil; but others will grow on clay, in fand, or even upon rocks, and in the water to fome a funny expofition is neceffary; but for others the thade is preferable. There are plants which thrive bett in expofed fituations, but in general shelter is requifite. The fkilful gardener, to whom ftudy and experience have taught thefe qualities, carefully attends to them in his operations; knowing that thereon depend the health and growth of his plants, and confequently the beauty of his plantations." Vide Diff. p. 77. The reader, I prefume, will readily allow, that he never met with fo much recondite truth, as this ancient Chinese here exhibits.
Vide (if it be extant) a poem under this title, for which (or for the publication of Lord Bolingbroke's phi• lofophical writings) the perfon here mentioned received a confiderable pension in the time of Lord B-te's administration.
This is the great and fundamental axiom, on which oriental tafte is founded. It is therefore expressed here with the greatest precision, and in the identical phrafe of the great original. The figurative terms, and even the explanatory fimile, are entirely borrowed from Sir William's Differtation. "Nature (fays the Chinese, cr Sir William for him) affords us but few materials to work with. Plants, ground, and water, are her col productions; and, though both the forms and arrangements of thefe may be varied to an incredible degree, yet they have but few ftriking varieties, the reit being of the nature of changes rung upon bells, which, though in reality different, ftill produce the fame uniform kind of jnging; the variation being too minute to be eally perceived." "Art must therefore supply the fcantinefs of Nature." &c. &c page 14. And again, “ Our Jarger works are only a repetition of the fmall ones, like the boneft Bachelor's feaft, which confifted in nothing but a multiplication of his own dinner; three legs of mutton and turneps, three roasted geefe, and three battered apple-pies." Preface, page 7.
"Where the gorgeous eaft with richest hand
Showers on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold.”
"In their lofty woods ferpents and lizards of many beautiful forts crawl upon the ground. Innumerable monkies, cats, and parrots clamber upon the trees." Page 40. "In their lakes are many islands, fome Imali, fome large, amongit which are feen stalking along, the elephant, the rhinoceros, the dromedary, oftrich, and the giant baboon." Page 66. They keep, in their enchanted fcenes, a furprising variety of menitrosa birds, reptiles and animals, which are tamed by it, and guarded by enormous degs of Tibet, and African
Huge dogs of Tibet bark in yonder grove,
Here parrots prate, there cats make cruel love;
In fome fair inland will we turn to grafs
(With the Queen's leave) her elephant and afs.
Giants from Africa shall guard the glades, [maids;
Where hifs our fnakes, where fport our Tartar
Or, wanting thefe, from Charlotte Hayes we bring
Damfels alike adroit to fport and fting.
Now, to our lawns of dalliance and delight
Join we the groves of horror and affright:
This to achieve no foreign aids we try;
Thy gibbets, Bagfhot! fhall our wants fupply;
Hourflow, whofe heath fublimer terror fills,
Shall with her gibbets lend her powder-mills.
Here too, O King of Vengeance †, in thy fane,
Tremendous Wilkes fhall rattle his gold cham;
And round that fane, on many a Tyburn tree,
Hang fragments dire of Newgate-history ;
On this fhall Hild's dying fpeech be read,
Here B-te's confeffion, and his wooden head;
While all the minor plunderers of the age,
(Too numerous far for this contracted page)
The R gys, -S §, Mungos, B di ws there,See
In ftraw-ftuft effigy, fhall kick the air.
For Him, that blessing of a better time,
The Mufe fhall deal awhile in brick and lime;
Surpass the bold AAEAPI in defign,
And o'er the Thames fling one ftupendous line
Of marble arches, in a bridge, that cuts
From Richmond Ferry flant to Brentford Butts.
Brentford with London's charms will we adorn
Brentford, the bishoprick of Parfon Horne.
There, at one glance, the royal eye shall meet
Each varied beauty of St. James's Street;
Stout T'lbt there thall ply with hackney chair
And Patriot Betty fix her fruit-fhop there tt.
Like diftant thunder, now the coach of state
Rolls o'er the bridge, that groans beneath its
The Court hath crofs'd the ftream; the sports
Now N preaches of rebellion's fin: [begin,
And as the powers of his strong pathos rise,
Lo, brazen tears fall from Sir Fr's eyes ‡‡.
While, skulking round the pews, that babe of
Who ne'er before at fermon fhew'd his face,
Jemmy Twitcher ihambles; ftop! stop thief§§!
He's ftol'n the E of Dnb h's handkerchief.
Let Brrt n arreft him in mock fury|| ||,
And Md hang the knave ¶¶ without a jury.
But hark! the voice of battle fhouts from far,
The Jews and Macaronis are at war ****: [stocks,
The Jews prevail, and, thund'ring from the
They feize, they bind,they circumcife+++CsF*.
Fair Schwn fmiles the fport to fee,
And all the Maids of Honour cry Te-he‡‡‡ !
But fay, ye powers, who come when fancy calls,
Where fhall our mimic London rear her walls?
The Eastern feature, Art muft next produce:
Tho' not for prefent yet for future ufe,
Our fons fome flave of greatnefs may behold,
Caft in the genuine Afiatic mould:
Who of three realms fhall condefcend to know
No more than he can spy from Windfor's brow;
giants, in the habits of magicians." Page 42. "Sometimes, in this romantic excurfion, the paffenger finda
himself in extenfive recefles, furrounded with arbours of jeffamine, vine, and rofes; where beauteous Tar-
tarean damfels, in loose transparent robes that flutter in the air, prefent him with rich wines, &c. and in-
vite him to taste the fweets of retirement on Perfian carpets, and beds of Camufakin down." Page 40.
"Their scenes of terror are compofed of gloomy woods, &c. Gibbets, croffes, wheels, and the whole apparatus of torture are feen from the roads. Here too they conceal in cavities, on the fummits of the highest mountains, founderies, lime-kilns, and glafs-works, which fend forth large volumes of flame, and continued columns of thick fmoke, that give to thefe mountains the appearance of volcanos." Page 37. "Here the paffenger from time to time is furprised with repeated fhocks of electrical impulfe; the earth trembles under him by the power of confined air," &c. Page 39. Now to produce both these effects, viz. the appearance of volcanos and earthquakes, we have here fubmitted the occafional explosion of a posuder-mill, which (if there be not too much fimplicity in the contrivance) it is apprehended will at once anfwer all the purposes of lime-kilns and electrical machines, and imitate thunder and the explosion of cannon into the bargain. Vide page 49.
"In the most difmal receffes of the woods, are temples dedicated to the King of Vengeance, near which are placed pillars of ftone, with pathetic defcriptions of tragical events; and many acts of cruelty perpetrated there by outlaws and robbers." Page 37.
This was written when Mr. Wilkes was Sheriff of London, and when it was to be feared he would rattle his chain a year longer as Lord Mayor.
Martins. The afterifms will be eafily fupplied.
U "There is likewife in the fame garden, via. Yven-Ming Yven, near Pekin, a fortified town, with its ports, streets, public fquares, temples, markets, fhops, and tribunals of justice; in fhort, with every thing that is at Pekin, only on a fmaller fcale. In this town the Emperors of China, who are too much the flaves of their greatness to appear in public, and their women, who are fecluded from it by cuftom, are frequently diverted with the hurry and buttle of the capital which is here reprefented, feveral times in the year, by the eunuchs. of the palace. Page 22.
Sir William's enormous account of Chinese bridges, too long to be here inferted. Vide page 53. **"Some of thefe eunuchs perfonate porters." Page 22.
++Fruits and all forts of refreshments are cried about the streets in this mock city." Page 33.
"Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek." Milton.
"Neither are thieves, pickpockets, and sharpers forgot in thefe feftivals; that noble profeffion is usually allotted to a good number of the mott dextrous eunuchs!" Vide ibid.
019 "The watch feizes on the culprit." Vide ibid.
11" He is conveyed before the judge, and fometimes feverely baftinadoed." Ibid.
*** "Quarrels happen-battles enfue." Ibid.
+++"Every liberty is permitted, there is no diftinction of perfons." Ibid.
‡‡‡ "This is done to divert his Imperial Majefty, and the ladies of his train." Vide ibid.
Be thefe the rural paftimes that attend
Great Bonfwk's leifure: thefe fhall beft unbend
His royal mind, whene'er, from ftate withdrawn,
He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn;
Thefe fhall prolong his Afiatic dream,
Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam.
And thou, Sir William while thy plaftic hand
Creates each wonder, which thy Bard has plann'd;
While, as thy art commands, obfequious rife
Whate'er can pleafe, or frighten, or furprise,
O! let that Bard his Knight's protection claim,
And fhare, like faithful Sancho, Quixote's fame.
§ 145. Pleasures of Memory; a Poem.
By SAMUEL ROGERS, Fq.
DOWN by yon hazel copfe, at evening, blaz'd
The Giply's faggot-there we food and gaz'd,
Gaz'd on her fun-burnt face with filent awe,
Her tatter'd mantle, and her hood of straw;
Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er;
The drowly brood that on her back the bore,
Imps, in the barn with moufing owlet bred,
From rifled rooft at nightly revel fed;
Whole dark eyes flafh'd thro' locks of blackeft
When in the breeze the diftant watch-dog bay'd:
And heroes fled the Sybil's mutter'd call,
Whofe elfin prowefs fcal'd the orchard-wall.
As o'er my palm the filver piece fhe drew,
And traced the line of life with fearching view,
How throbb'd my fluttering pulfe with hopes and
To learn the colour of my future years!
Ah, then, what honeft triumph flush'd my
This truth once known-To blefs is to be bleft!
We led the bending beggar on his way;
(Bare were his feet, his treffes filver-gray)
Sooth'd the keen pangs his aged fpirit felt,
And on his tale with mute attention dwelt.
As in his fcrip we dropp'd our little store,
And wept to think that little was no more,
He breath'd his pray 'r, "Long may fuch goodness
'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give.
But hark! thro' thofe old firs, with fullen [well!
When not a diftant taper's twinkling ray
Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way;
When not a fheep-bell footh'd his listening ear,
And the big rain-drops told the tempeft near;
Then did his horfe the homeward track defcry,
The track that shunn'd his fad, inquiring eye;
And win each wavering purpose to relent,
With warmth fo mild, fo gently violent,
That his charm'd hand the careless rein refign'd,
And doubts and terrors vanith'd from his mind.
$146. From the Same.
FT has the aged tenant of the vale
Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale;
Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd,
From fire to fon with pious zeal bequeath'd.
When o'er the blafted heath the day declin'd,
And on the fcath'd oak warr'd the winter wind;
Recall the traveller, whofe alter'd form
Has borne the buffet of the mountain-storm;
And who will first his fond impatience meet>
His faithful dog's already at his feet!
Yes, tho' the porter spurn him from his door,
Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more,
His faithful dog fhall tell his joy to each,
With that mute eloquence which paffes fpeech.
And fee, the mafter but returns to die!
Yet who fhall bid the watchful fervant fly?
The blafts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth,
The wanton infults of unfeeling mirth;
Thefe, when to guard Misfortune's facred grave,
Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Led by what chart, tranfpo.ts the timid dove
The wreaths of conqueft, or the vows of love?
Say, thro' the clouds what compafs points her flight?
Monarchs have gaz'd, and nations blefs'd the fight.
Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountains rife,
Eclipfe her native fhades, her native skies;-
'Tis vain! thro' Ether's pathlefs wilds the goes,
And lights at laft where all her cares repofe.
Sweet bird! thy truth thall Harlem's walls atteft,
And unborn ages confeciate thy neft.
When with the filent energy of grief,
With looks that afk'd, yet dar'd not hope relief,
Want, with her babes, round generous Valour
To wring the flow furrender from his tongue,
'Twas thine to animate her closing eye;
Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die,
Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'd
from the fky.
$147. From the Same.
The church-clock ftrikes! ye tender fcenes, fare-WHEN the blithe fon of Savoy, roving round
It calls me hence, beneath their fhade to trace
The few fond lines that Time may toon efface.
On yon gray stone, that fronts the chancel-door,
Worn fmooth by buty feet now feen no more,
Each eve we fhot the marble thro' the ring,
When the heart danc'd, and life was in its fpring;
Alas! unconfcious of the kindred earth,
That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth.
With humble wares and pipe of merry found,
From his greenvale and shelter'd cabin hies,
And fcales the Alps to vifit foreign skies;
Tho' far below the forked lightnings play,
And at his feet the thunder dies away,
Oft, in the faddle rudely rock'd to fleep,
While his mule browfes on the dizzy ficep,
With Memory's aid, he fits at home, and fees
His children fport beneath their native trees,
And bends, to hear their cherub-voices call,
O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall.
But can her fimile with gloomy Madness dwell!
Say, can fhe chafe the horrors of his cell?
Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing reftrain,
And mould the coinage of the fever'd brain?
Pafs but that grate, which fearce a gleam fupplies,
There in the duft the wreck of Genius lies!
He, whofe arrefting hand fublimely wrought
Each bold conception in the fphere of thought;
Who from the quarried mafs, like Phidias, drew
Forms ever fair, creations ever new!
But, as he fondly fnatch'd the wreath of Fame,
The fpectre Poverty unnerv'd his frame.
Cold was her grafp, a withering fcowl fhe wore;
And Hope's foft cnergies were felt no more.
Yet ftill how feet the foothings of his art!
From the rude ftone what bright ideas start!
Ev'n now he claims the amaranthine wreath,
With fcenes that glow, with images that breathe!
And whence thefe fcenes, thefe images, declare.
Whence but from Her who triumphs o'er defpair:
Awake, arife! with grateful fervour fraught,
Go, fpring the mine of elevated thought.
He who, thro' Nature's various walk, furveys
The good and fair her faultlefs line pourtrays;
Whole mind, prophan'd by no unhallow'd gueft,
Culls from the crowd the pureft and the best;
May range, at will, bright Fancy's golden clime,
Or, mufing, mount where Science fits fublime,
Or wake the fpirit of departed Time.
Who acts thus wifely, mark the moral muse,
A blooming Eden in his life reviews!
So richly cultur'd every native grace,
Its feanty limits he forgets to trace:
But the fond fool, when evening fhades the fky,
Turns but to start, and gazes but to figh!
The weary wafte, that lengthen'd as he ran,
Fades to a blank, and dwindles to a fpan!
If thy bleft nature now unites above
An angel's pity with a brother's love,
Still o'er my life preferve thy mild controul,
Correct my views, and elevate my foul;
Grant me thy peace and purity of mind,
Devout yet cheerful, active yet refign'd;
Grantme, like thee, whofe heart knew no difguife,
Whofe blamelefs wifhes never aim'd to rife,
To meet the changes Time and Chance prefent,
With modeft dignity and calm content.
When thy last breath, ere Nature funk to reft,
Thy meek fubmiffion to thy God exprefs'd;
When thy laft look, ere thought and feeling fled,
A mingled gleam of hope and triumph thed;
What to thy foul its glad affurance gave,
Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave?
The fweet Remembrance of unblemish'd vouth,
The infpiring voice of Innocence and Truth!
Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine
From age to age unnumber'd treasures shine!
Thought and her thadowy brood thy call obey,
And Place and Time are subject to thy fway!
Thy pleafures moft we feel, when moft alone;
The only pleafures we can call our own.
Lighter than air, Hope's fummer-vifions die,
If but a fleeting cloud obfcure the sky;
If but a beam of fober Reafon play,
Lo, Fancy's fairy froft-work melts away!
But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power,
Snatch the rich relics of a well-fpent hour?
Thefe,when the trembling fpirit wings her flight,
Pour round her path a ftream of living light;
And gild thofe pure and perfect realms of reft,
Where Virtue triumphs, and her fons are bleft!
Ah! who can tell the triumphs of the mind,
By truth illumin'd, and by tafte refin'd?
When Age has quench'd the eye and clos'd the ear,
Still nerv'd for action in her native sphere,
Oft will the rife-with fearching glance purfue
Some long-lov'd image vanish'd from her view;
Dart thro' the deep receffes of the past,
O'er dufky forms in chains of flumber caft;
With giant-grafp fling back the folds of night,
And fnatch the faithlefs fugitive to light.
So thro' the grove th' impatient mother flies,
Each funless glade, each fecret pathway tries;
Till the light leaves the truant-boy disclose,
Long on the wood-mois stretch'd in sweet repofe.
$148. From the Same. OFT may the fpirits of the dead defcend,
To watch the filent flumbers of a friend;
To hover round his evening-walk unfeen,
And hold fweet converfe on the dusky green;
To hail the fpot where firft their friendship grew,
And heav'n and nature open'd to their view!
Oft, when he trims his cheerful hearth, and fees
A fmiling circle emulous to pleafe;
There may thefe gentle guefts delight to dwell,
And blefs the fcene they lov'd in life fo well!
Oh thou! with whom my heart was wont to
From Reafon's dawn each pleasure and each care;
With whom, alas! I fondly hop'd to know
Th humble walks of happiness below;
§ 149. Verfes on a Tear. From the Same.
H that the Chemift's magic art
Could cryftallize this facred treasure!
Long should it glitter near my heart,
A fecret fource of penfive pleafure.
The little brilliant, ere it fell,
Its luftre caught from Chloe's eye;
Then, trembling, left its coral cell-
The fpring of Senfibility
Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!
In thee the rays of Virtue thine:
More calmly clear, more mildly bright,
Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Benign reftorer of the foul!
Who ever fly'ft to bring relief,
When firft the feels the rude controul
Of Love or Pity, Joy or Grief.
The fage's and the poet's theme,
In every clime, in every age;
Thou charm ft in Fancy's idle dream,
In Reafon's philofophic page.
That very law which moulds a tear,
And bids it trickle from its fource,
That law preferves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their courfe.