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O come, in siinplest vest array'd,
To bless my longing sight;
And chaste subdu'd delight.
No more by varying passions beat,
To find thy hermit cell;
The modest virtues dwell,
Siinplicity in Attic vest,
And clear undaunted eye,
A vista to the sky.
There Health, through whose calm bosom glide
That rarely ebb or flow;
To meet the offer'd blow.
Her influence taught the Phrygian sage,
With settled smiles to meet :
And kiss'd thy sainted feet.
But thou, O Nymph retir'd and coy!
To tell thy tender tale?
And lily of the vale.
O say what soft propitious hour
And court tny gentle sway:
And shed thy milder day?
When Eve, her dewy star beneath,
And ev'ry storm is laid?
ODE TO FEAR.
Thou, to whom the world unknown
Ah Fear! ab frantic Fear!
1 see thee near.
On whom that rav'ning brood of Fate,
Thou who such weary lengths hast pass’d,
O thou whose spirit most possess'd
ODE TO TRUTH.
Say, will no white-rob'd Son of Light,
Here deign to take kis hallow'd stand;
His pinions cloth'd with downy gold; Here smiling stretch his tutelary wand ?
And you, ye host of Saints, for ye have known Each dreary path in Life's perplexing maze,
Though now ye circle yon eternal throne, With harpings high of inexpressive praise,
Will not your train descend in radiant state,
Tis silence all. No Son of Light
No train of radiant Saints descend.
Mortals, in vain ye hope to find, 1. lf guilt, if fraud has stain'd your mind, “ Or Saint to hear, or Angel to defend."
So Truth proclaims. I hear the sacred sound Burst from the centre of her burning throne: Where aye
she sits with star-wreath'd lustre crown'd: A bright Sun clasps her adamantine zone.
So Truth proclaims : her awful voice I hear:
“ Attend, ye Sons of Men; attend, and say,
“ Say, does not Reason in this form descry “ Unnumber'd, nameless glories, that surpass * « The Angel's floating pomp, the Seraph's glowing grace?
“Shall then your earth-born daughters vie
“ But emulates the di'mond's blaze,
« Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume,
“ Shall she be deem'd my rival ? Shall a form « Of elemental dross, of mould'ring clay,
“ Vie with these charms imperial? The poor worm u Shall
prove her contest vain. Life's little day 6 Shall pass,
and she is
while I appear “ Flush'd with the bloom of youth through Heav'n's eternal
year. « Know, Mortals know, ere first ye sprung, “ Ere first these orbs in ether hung,
** I shone amid the heav'nly throng; “ These eyes beheld Creation's day,
“ This voice began the choral lay, “ And taught archangels their triumphant song.
“ Pleas'd I survey'd bright Nature's gradual birth, « Saw infant Light with kindling lustre spread, “ Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring earth, And Ocean heave on it's extended bed ;
“Saw the tall pine aspiring pierce the sky, “ The tawny lion stalk, the rapid eagle fly.
“ Last, Man arose, erect in youthful grace,
“ And, as he rose, the high beliest was given
Should reign Protectress of the godlike Youth: “ Thus the Almighty spake: he spake and call’d me Truth."
ODE TO FANCY.
O PARENT of each lovely inuse,