PROEM. 



THE CARD 



OF 



INVITATION. 



Odi profanum Valgus, et arceo. 



Horace. 



O; COME NOT HERE, YE proud, whosc brcasts infold 



Th' insatiate wish of glory, or of gold ; 



O COME NOT YE, whosc Wrinkled foreheads wear 



Th' eternal frown of envy, or of care ; 



For YOU no Dryad decks her fragrant bowers, 



For YOU her sparkling urn no Naiad pours; 



Unmark'd by YOU hght Graces skim the green, 



And hov'ring Cupids aim their shafts unseen. — 



But THOU, whose Mind the well-attemper'd ray 

 Of taste, and virtue, lights with purer day, 

 WhosQ finer Sense each soft vibration owns. 

 With sweet responsive sympathy of tones ; 

 For THEE sweet Cereus and Renealmias glow, 

 And other plants their curioiis structure shew; 

 For THEE my Fallies nurse the varied Wreath; 

 My Rivers murmur, and my Zephyrs breathe ; 

 My painted Birds their vivid plumes unfold. 

 And Bisects wave their httle wings of gold— 

 So the FAIR Flower expands her lucid form 

 To meet the Sun, and shits it to the Storm. 



Seward. 



