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Tis wine that alone from the bosom bids fly
The regret and remembrance of things now gone by,

And the dread of the sorrows in store.
Let us drink, dear Menard, let us fill high our glasses,
For Time, stealing on, imperceptibly passes ;

He leads to the close of our course. "Twere in vain to entreat for a moment of grace, The years will as little their footsteps retrace,

As rivers run back to their source.

The Spring, cloth'd with light, and with verdure, and

bloom,
Shall quickly again chase the frost and the gloom;

The sea has its ebb and its rise;
But when that at length rosy Youth quits the stage,
And his empire resigns to the sceptre of Age,

For ever, for ever he fies!

The laws of stern Death seize resistless on all !
Alike on the sovereign's palace they fall,

And the reed-cover'd hut of the swain.
The Fates, when they please, dlestine man to the grave,
And the thread of existence, in monarch and slave,

By the same steel they sever in twain. By their tyrannous power nought on earth is rever'd, It strikes, and the things that eternal appear'd

Like the visions of slumberers sink : By that power, dear Menard, we too soon shall be led, In the regions of darkness and silence to tread, And the stream of oblivion to drink.

R. A. DAVENPORT.

ODE

TO

IN IMITATION OF HORACE, BOOK 11. OD. 16.

Otiuin Divos, &c. &c.

For ease;

Pale Fancy

the wearied Seaman sighs When cloudy night involves the skies,

Nor moon, nor stars appear;
While glaring o'er the troubled deep

sees fresh tempests sweep,
And heightens every fear.
For ease the hardy sons of war,
The fierce Croatian and Hussar,

'Mid carnag'd fields implore,
For ease, a blessing never sold,
Beyond the price of gems or gold,

Those toys the vain adore.
For neither gold nor gems combin’d

ge

the tumults of the mind Which forc'd the wretch to roam,

Assua

And, oft, Disease and haggard Care
From lowly poverty repair,

To haunt the regal dome.
How happy he, how truly blest!
Whom of paternal fields possest

No gilded follies lead,
Whom in a state nor low, nor high,
“ An elegant sufficiency".

Protects from worldly need.
Frail tenants of Life's flecting hour,
Why do we aim beyond our power

At grandeur here below!
Why seek for ease in distant skies,
Then learn (too late!) the boon we prize

"Tis Virtue's to bestow.

The stings of conscience can we fly?
Can wealth, can luxury supply

The loss of innocence ?
No; ever present to our view
Remorse must still our steps pursue,

And haunt the dire offence.

The soul, whom Virtue's dictates sway, Enjoys the sunshine of the day,

Nor pines at distant ill;
Assur'd that sorrows are his share,
That man's best state is mixed with care

By Heaven's unerring will.
Great Russel fell in manhood's bloom,
While by Fate's mysterious doom,

Yet lingers on the stage,

* Thompson

And while the boon's denied to Thee,
Perhaps all-bounteous Heaven to me

Extends a peaceful age.
For Thee, what various joys combine,
Power, rank, and honors all are thine,
Hereditary wealth !
me,

-an humbler lot will please, An honest name, domestic ease,

Friends, competence and health.

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WITH boundless stores of native genius fraughty
By science cherishd, and by reason taught,
Whose public labours conscious duty steerd,
Whose social hours Benevolence endear'd;
Sincere of soul, by interest unconfin'd,
Friend of his Country and of all Mankind,
Fox rests at length from earthly cares remov'd,
And tastes that peace his gentle Spirit lor’d.

Long on his frame had wasting sickness prey'do
His pains encreas’d, -the vital springs decay’dy"
But ling'ring Death th' uplifted stroke delay'd :
Tl'imperfect accents died upon

his

tongue,
And all around in silent anguish hung.--
Yet pure Devotion taught his soul to rise
In humble resignation to the skies;
Still Hope immortal brighten'd on his mien,
And sooth'd the terrors of the solemn scene ;
Without a sigh this being he resign'd,
Or only sigh’d for those he left behind.

Lamented shade! if ’mid the Realms of Joy
A scene so low cælestial minds employ;
If Britain's woes a kindred pity share,
Be still her orphan Sons thy guardian care.
In some fond breast thy various worth infase,
Thy manly eloquence, thy patriot views ;
Thy pride, that scorn'd aspiring vice alone,
Thy love, that made another's wrongs thy own,
Thy matchless soul, from guile, from envy free,
Inspir'd by Truth and sacred Liberty.
Teach us, with Peace and temp’rate Freedom blest;
Secure in native dignity to rest ;
Teach us, that war with thoughtless zeal pursued
Mars sucial bliss,-blasts universal good;
That reason acting on a wider plan
By kindred charities ennobles man,
Bids public weal on private good encrease,
And leads thro'“ paths of Pleasantress and Peace."

W. Po

SEPT, 27. 1806.

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