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When Athens finks by fates unjust,
And Athens rifing near the pole!
Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball!
Still, when the luft of tyrant power fucceeds,
CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS.
H Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft
The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast ?
Wifdom and Wit in vain reclaim,
And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame.
Love, foft intruder, enters here,
But entering learns to be fincere.
Why, Virtue, doft thou blame defire,
Which Nature has impreft?
Why, Nature, doft thou fooneft fire
flames the Gods approve;
The Gods and Brutus bend to Love:
Brutus for abfent Porcia fighs,
And fterner Caffius melts at Junia's eyes.
Spent in a fudden ftorm of luft,
Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light,
Oh fource of every social tye,
United with, and mutual joy!
What various joys on one attend,
As fon, as father, brother, husband, friend?
While thousand grateful thoughts arife;
Or meets his spouse's fonder eye;
Or views his fmiling progeny;
What tender paffions take their turns,
What home-felt raptures move!
His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns,
Hence guilty joys, diftaftes, furmizes,
Fires that fcorch, yet dare not fhine:
ODE ON SOLITUDE.
Written when the Author was about Twelve Years old.
APPY the man, whofe wifh and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whofe herds with milk, whofe fields with bread,
Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, Whofe trees in fummer yield him fhade, In winter fire.
Bleft, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.
Sound fleep by night; ftudy and ease,
Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone
O D E.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.
VITAL fpark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame :
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Hark! they whisper; Angels fay,
Steals my fenfes, shuts my fight,
The world recedes; it difappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With founds feraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy Victory?
O Death! where is thy Sting?