192

Night and day had now already
Held an equal sway o'er the world.

193

Thy deep abode is tremendous,
And the fury of thy flood dire.

194

And now, at thy side, immortal,

The beauteous captur'd bride still blooms.

Ample pow'r and wealth attend me;
And my realms extend o'er the plains.
197

Alas! thy page, poor Zimmermann !
Betrays thy age and indolence.

198

Disabled in the race, and tir'd,
Ambition's fruitless chase I quit.

199

The British banner flies aloft

To the skies in triumphant folds.

200

The Lesbian lute can charm no more,
Nor warm my once-panting bosom.

201

Not that those prizes shine with me;
For neither fame is mine, nor wealth.

202

Ask, of heav'n, virtue, health, wisdom; But never let wealth be thy pray'r.

203

Still there remains one more labor,
A greater perhaps than before.

204

Fear precludes the light, like a fog,
And swells the object to the sight.

205

Honorio turns from side to side,
And now burns with insatiate thirst.

206

This frightful monster came from hell: Guilt was his name, and Sin his sire. 207

Let virtue be ever my guide,

And preside o'er my secret thoughts.
208

The lucid waves roll along, soft,
And gently break among the rocks;
Explore the strand in playful lapse,
And waft to shore a pallid corse.

To foreign climes why do you roam, To study modes, times, and nations→→ A science often bought dearly,

And often what nought avails you?

210

If heav'n, wise in ev'ry purpose,

Denies the envied lot of wealth,.....
Still true to thee, Humanity,
The good I cannot do, I'll wish.

211

Our pleasures must decay shortly,
And vanish away with ourselves;
But virtue shall sustain the soul,
And soothe each agonising pain.
212

See terrific Mars advance next,
Who joys in wars, uproar, ruin.-
Fear, Flight, Fury, stand beside him,
Prompt to fulfill his dread command.

213

The summer past thus in plenty;
At last revolving winter came.
The trees no more yield a shelter
The verdure withers from the field.

214

Array'd in white, plain Innocence
Lifts her fearless head before thee:
Religion's beams shine around thee,
And cheer thy glooms with divine light,

215

The flow'rs, that deck the field, are sweet*:
The smell, the blossoms yield, is sweet:
The summer gale, that blows, is sweet';
And the rose sweet, though sweeter you.

*N. B. Sweet....sweet, will not be allowable rhime.

216

When Zephyrs stray o'er the blossom,
And convey sweets along the air,
Sha'n't I inhale the fragrant breeze,
Because you breathe a sweeter gale?
217

The much-admiring crowd, awe-struck,
Bow'd before the virgin vision;
Gaz'd with an ever new delight,
And, at the sight, caught fresh virtue.

218

A fearful, profound, and black gulf
Appears, the bound of either world,
Leading up to light, through darkness.
Sense shuns the sight, and shrinks backward.
219

With silent tread fate steals along,

Oft'nest found in what we dread least,
Frowns with angry brow in the storm,
But strikes the blow in the sunshine.

220

All external things combine now
To make thy days shine unclouded;
And kindly has providence shed
On thy head its choicest blessings.

221

Near him stood his fav'rite spaniel,
And shar'd his food with his master,......

'Till, sated, he now lay supine,

And snor'd away the rising fumes.

222

The noblest minds prove their virtue
By love, sympathy, and pity.
These, these are truly fine feelings,
And prove their owner half divine.

223

I reach my native plain once more, Where reign all the peaceful pleasures: My longing eye devours once more Her shady bow'rs and crystal stream.

224

Grown restive by long indulgence,
She minded no will but her own.
She'd oft scold and fret at trifles,
Then take a seat in a corner,
And, moping all the day sourly,
Disdain alike to play or work.
225

Divines confess that life's a game;
This says, at cards, and that, at chess.
But, if we centre our views here,
I fear 'tis all a losing game.

226

The furious god of war too long With his iron car has crush'd us, Along our ruin'd plains has rag'd, With his cruel stains has soil'd them, In endless sleep has sunk our youth, And made the widow'd virgin weep.