EMMA. O day the fairest sure that ever rose! Will he be ever kind, and just, and good? 681 None, none there is; the thought was rash and vain; A falfe idea, and a fancy'd pain. 686 Doubt fhall for ever quit my ftrengthen❜d heart, And anxious jealoufie's corroding smart; No other inmate fhall inhabit there, But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing 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 sheds her treasure with unweary'd hands; Her present favor cautious I'll embrace, 695 And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace; If the reclaims the temporary boon, And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone; Secure of mind I'll obviate her intent, And unconcern'd return the goods she lent. 700 Nor happiness can I, nor mifery feel, } Yet while with clofe delight and inward pride (Which from the world my careful foul fhall hide) I fee thee, lord and end of my defire, Exalted high as virtue can require ; 710 With power invested, and with pleasure chear'd; Sought by the good, by the oppreffor fear'd; Loaded and bleft with all the affluent store, Which human vows at fmoaking shrines implore; Grateful and humble grant me to employ My life, fubfervient only to thy joy; And at my death to blefs thy kindness shown 716 To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone. WHILE thus the conftant pair alternate faid, His happy skill might proper arms imploy, The queen of beauty ftopt her bridled doves; } Now, Mars, she said, let Fame exalt her voice; And when, as prudent Saturn fhall compleat To recollect unweary'd Marlbro's toils, Old Rufus' hall unequal to his fpoils; The British foldier from his high command 746 Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand : Let her at least perform what I defire; 750 With fecond breath the vocal brass inspire, 755 And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past; And when thy laurels at my feet are cast; Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry, prove: And, Emma-like, let me return thy love. Renown'd for truth, let all thy fons appear; And constant Beauty shall reward their care. Mars fmil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; 760 And thou, she smiling faid, great god of days And verfe, behold my deed, and fing my praise; As on the British earth, my fav'rite isle, Thy gentle rays and kindest influence fmile, 765 From every Be fet afide; and, in the foftest lays Of thy poetic fons, be folemn praise, To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid. 770 TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN LOVE. A TALE. BY THE SAME. FROM public noise, and factious strife, From all the bufy ills of life, Take me, my Celia, to thy breaft; And lull my wearied foul to reft. For ever, in this humble cell, 5 one, dwell; None enter elfe, but Love-and he 10 To painted roofs, and fhining fpires, (Uneafie feats of high defires) Let the unthinking many croud, That dare be covetous and proud: In golden bondage let them wait, And barter happiness for state. But oh! my Celia, when thy fwain 15 Defires to fee a court again, May heav'n around his deftin'd head The choiceft of its curfes fhed! |