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By the Earl of Rofcommon.
Grove! Dark and fecure Retreat
Óf Sacred Silence, Reft's Eternal Seat : How well your cool and unfrequented Shade, Sutes with the chafte Retirements of a Maid. Oh! If kind Heav'n had been fo much my Friend, To make my Fate upon my Choice depend: All my Ambition I would here confine, And only this Elyftum fhould be mine. Fond Men, by Paffion wilfully betray'd, Adore thofe Idols which their Fancy made: Purchafing Riches with our Time and Care, We lofe our Freedom in a gilded Snare; And having all, all to our felves refufe, Opprefs'd with Bleflings which we fear to ufe. Fame is at beft but an inconftant Good, Vain are the boafted Titles of our Blood; We fooneft lofe what we moft highly prize, And with our Youth our fhort-liv'd Beanty dies. In vain our Fields and Flocks increase our Store, If our abundance makes us with for more. How happy is the harmless Country Maid, Who, rich by Nature, fcorns fuperfluous Aid! Whofe modeft Clothes no wanton Eyes invite, But, like her Soul, preferves the native White: Whofe little Store, her well-taught Mind does please, Not pinch'd with Want,nor cloy'd with wanton ease, Who free from Storms, which on the great ones fall, Makes but few Wifhes, and enjoys them all:
No Care but Love can difcompofe her Breaft,
A Defcription of Goliah's marching out of the Phi liftian Army.
Torn up with't; that Rains back on him that threw.
This he believ'd, and on his Shield he bore,
(was more. The Valley now this Monster feem'd to fill, And we (methought) look'd up t' him from our Hill. All arm'd in Brafs, the richest dress of War, (A difmal glorious Sight) he fhone afar. The Sun himself started with fudden fright, To fee his Beams return fo difmal bright. Brafs was his Helmet, his Boot brass, all o'er 1 His Breaft a thick Plate of ftrong Brafs he wore, His Spear the Trunk was of a lofty Tree, Which Nature meant fome tall Ship's-Maft fhould be; Th' huge Iron Head fix Hundred Shekels weigh'd, And of whole Bodies, but one wound it made, Able Death's worst command to over-do, Deftroy Life at once, and Carcafs too: Thus arm'd he ftood; all direful and all gay, And round him flung a fcornful Look away. So when a Scythian Tyger gazing round, An Herd of Kine in fome fair Plain has found, Lowing fecure, he fwells with angry Pride, And calls forth all his Spots on ev'ry Side. Then ftops, and hurls his haughty Eyes at all, In choice of fome ftrong Neck on which to fall, Almoft he fcorns, fo weak, fo cheap a prey, And grieves to fee them trembling haft away.
A Paraphrafe on the 148th Pfalm..
Azure Vaults! O Chryftal Sky,
Wing'd Squadrons of the God of War, Who conquer wherefoe'er you are; ༦། Let ecchoing Anthems make his Praises known On Earth, his Foot Stool, as in Heav'n his Throne: Great Eye of all, whofe glorious Ray Rules the bright Empire of the Day;
O praife his Name, without whofe purer Light,
Refign to him, as your Creator's due,
Faireft, as well as firft of Things,
O praife th' Almighty Ruler of the Globe,
Who did all Forms from the rude Chaos draw,
Ye watry Mountains of the Sky,
Vaft ever-moving Orbs, exalt his Name,
Change your fierce Hiffing into joyful Song,
At whofe Command the foaming Billows roar,
Swift Exécutors of his holy Word,
Remember how, when firft Jehovahespoke,
And ye tall Cedars, celebrate his Praife,
Fly thro' the World, and let your Trembling Throat, Praife your Creator with the fweeteft Note.
Praise him each Salvage furious Beaft,