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Yet then shall calm reflection bless the night,
Forbears the long.continued strife;
Delights to catch the gales of life. Now o'er the rural kingdom roves
Soft pleasure with the laughing train, Love warbles in the vocal groves,
And vegetation plants the plain, Unhappy! whom to beds of pain,
Arthritic * tyranny consigos; Whom smiling nature courts in vain,
Though rapture sings and beauty shines.
Her wings Imagination tries,
Where's humble turrets rise.
Nor from the pleasing groves depart, Where first great nature charm’d my sight, Where wisdom first inform'd
heart. Here let me through the vales pursue
À guide-a father and a friend, Once more great nature's works renew, Once more on wisdom's voice attend. The author being ill of the gout.
From false caresses, causeles strife,
Wild hope, vain fear, alike remov'd; Here let me learn the use of life,
When best enjoy'd—when most improv'd. Teach me, thou venerable bower,
Cool meditation's quiet seat,
The silent grandeur of retreat.
Or raging factions rush to war,
I can't prevent, and will not share. But lest I fall by subtler foes,
Bright wisdom, teach me Curio's art, The swelling passions to compose,
And quell the rebels of the heart.
Far hence diffuse thy burning ray,
And wake them to the cares of day. Come, gentle Eve, the friend of care,
Come, Cynthia, lovely queen of night! Refresh me with a cooling air,
And cheer me with a lambient light. Lay me, where o'er the verdant ground
Her living carpet Nature spreads ; Where the green bower, with roses crown'd,
In showers its fragrant foliage sheds ;
Improve the peaceful hour with wine,
Let musick die along the grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine,
And ev'ry strain be tun'd to love. Come, Stella, queen of all my
heart ! Come, born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart,
Thy voice perpetual love inspires. Whilst all my wish and thine complete,
By turns we languish and we burn, Let sighing gales our sighs repeat, Our murmurs
-murmuring brooks return. Let me when nature calls to rest,
And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast,
And bid the waking world farewell.
ALAS! with swift and silent pace,
Impatient time rolls on the year ; The seasons change, and nature's face
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe 'Twas Spring, 'twas Summer, all was gay,
Now Autumn bends a cloudy brow; The flowers of Spring are swept away,
And Summer-fruits desert the bough. The verdant leaves that play'd on high,
And wanton'd on the western breeze, Now trod in dust neglected lie,
As Boreas strips the bending trees.
The fields that war'd with golden grain,
As russet heaths, are wild and bare ; Not moist with dew, but drench'd with rain,
Nor health, nor pleasure, wanders there. No more, while through the midnight shade,
Beneath the moon's pale orb I stray, Soft pleasing woes my heart invade,
As Progne pours the melting lay. From this capricious clime she soars,
O! would some god but wings supply! To where each morn the Spring restores,
Companion of her flight I'd Hy. Vain wish! me fate compels to bear
The downward season's iron reign, Compels to breathe polluted air,
And shiver on a blasted plain. What bliss to life can Autumn yield,
If glooms, and showers, and storms prevail ; And Ceres flies the naked field,
And flowers, and fruits, and Phæbus fail ? Oh! what remains, what lingers yet,
To cheer me in the darkening hour! The
grape remains ! the friend of wit, In love, and mirth, of mighty power. Haste---press the clusters, fill the bowl;
Apollo: shoot thy parting ray: This gives the sunshine of the soul,
This god of health, and verse, and day, Still-still the jocund strain shall flow,
The pulse with vigorous rapture beat: My Stella with new charms shall glow,
And ev'ry bliss in wine shall meet.
rays, Unfolds the flower of various hue ; Noon spreads no more the genial blaze,
Nor gentle eve distils the dew.
Usurping Darkness shares the day;
sway. By gloomy twilight half reveald.
With sighs we view the hoary hill, The leafless wood, the naked field,
The snow-topt cot, the frozen rill. No musick warbles through the grove,
No vivid colours paint the plain ; No more with devious steps I rove
Through verdant paths now sought in vain. Aloud the driving tempest roars,
Congeal'd, impetuous showers descend; Haste, close the window, bar the doors,
Fate leaves me Stella, and a friend. In nature's aid let art supply
With light and heat my little sphere; Rouze, rouze the fire, and pile it high,
Light up a constellation here. Let musick sound the voice of joy,
Or mirth repeat the jocund tale ; Let love his wanton wiles employ,
And o'er the season wine prevail.