1S16.] Original Poet ri/. 45 



\oxi and the Pr. of Orange io come over cant help being aH aKl. Tf tiilicr of 



to make him a visit, I think it would you should come I sliould bo very j;lad 



be better (if you can make any liand- to see you ; but really, if you or the 



some excuse) not to do it, for tho' I Prince should come, I should be Irigbt- 



dare swe;ir the K. could have no thoufvlit encd out of my wits lor fear any haiia 



against either of you, yet siuce people should happen to cither of you." 

 can say one thing and do another, one Bibl, Jiiyei'i, 4163, 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 



ADDRESSED 



TO MI5S A. H., MASKEB AS AN OLO WOMAN. 

 "V/^OUTH, lady, is a summer's morn, 

 -* Where Beauty's sweetest flowers are 

 born, 



And zephyr breezes play ; 

 A shooting star, a m? leor bright. 

 That flashes o'er the f«ce of night. 



Then falls and dies away. 

 For with no loitering step, nor slow, 

 Does Time's unstopping chariot go. 



But switt as lightning's glare ; 

 He dims the eye, or jet, or blue. 

 He draws the teeth of pearliest hue, 



And grays the auburn hair. 



Then why, since Beauty blooms and flies. 

 And Pleasure only shijics and dies, 



Attempt this tliankless task ; 

 When youth might charm, and grace engage, 

 Assume the voice and air ot age. 



And cheat us with a ma;k ? 



Continue, lady, to delight. 



While yet the summer-sun shines bright. 



Nor murder hours like these ; 

 Hut when the winter comes in truth, 

 'ihen wear a mask, and look like youth, 

 And cheat us if you please. 

 Huckney. James Eomeston* 



ODE TO CHARITY ; 



By TiroMAs Fup.i.ong, of Bellon- 

 STREET, Dublin. 



OH Charity ! the bliss be mine, 

 To (eel thy thrilling touch divine ; 

 To own thy pure unbroken reign, 

 And mark the forms that fill thy (rain ; 

 To see Compassion bending low. 

 And weeping for another's woe ; 

 To trace the pang, the parting sigh, 

 » The look, the voice, of Sympathy, 

 The mind that moves at L'ity's call. 

 And the warm heart llut feels for all< 

 £teri<il power I thy sacred sway 



i-'ill'd the Almighiy mind. 



When over chaos unconfin'd 

 Bcam'd the hrst streak of (lay; 

 When .-tarting from a dead lepose. 

 The countless forms of life arose. 



With lasting charms endued; 

 When plenty smii'd on every plain. 

 And peace and piety icrtiie, 



Jiach morn their riles rencw'd. 

 What mortal hand shall 'ketch the scene. 



What pencil paint the hour ? 

 When freely flow'd the s.icicd strain 



That hdil'J thee in the pride of power. 



When all the golden harps were strimg. 

 And all the heights empyreal rung ; 

 When rapture fir'd the tuneful throng. 

 And form'd the sweetly soothing oqng; 

 To one bright theme the lay wa^ given. 

 The child of light, the Son of heaveu ; 

 To him thst, urg'd by thee alone, 

 Descended from the dazzling throne ; 

 To him thatvenfur'd todely 

 Pain, want, disgrace, and calumny; 

 To him that once to every ill resign'd. 

 Bled for the countless crimes, the follies, of 

 mankind. 



And lo ! o'er yonder glittering height. 



Array 'd in robes of heav'nly hue. 

 Just glimmering on the anxious sight, 



Methinks thy form I view. 

 And flocking fast around thee there, 

 With solemn step, and easy air. 

 And eye compos'd, and aspect clear, 



Thine earliest votarie-. throng ; 

 Thy sacred course with joy they trace, 

 They share the smiles that deck thy face. 

 And catch the hallow'd words of grace 



That tremble from thy tongue. 

 And still the earth retracing round 



Each gloomy walk you tread. 

 Where, drench'd in misery profound. 



Pale Sorrow hangs her head ; 

 Where Hunger hovers o'er the place. 

 Or pallid Sickness shews her face. 



In gloomy garb array'd ; 

 Where conscious CuiU is ihrili'd with fear, 

 Where stern Remorse, or dark Despair, 



The parting soul pervade. 

 Yes! there arous'd, at thy command. 

 Beside the couch attentive stand 



A pure selected train : 

 They speak — they wipe the moisten'd eye— ^~ 

 They check the pang — they sooth the sigh— • 



And solten every pain. 

 Far thence they drive each idle fear. 



They shew the sufferer how to die, 

 They open v/ide the long career 



To realms beyond the sky. 



Or, led by thee, let Fancy seek 



'J"he hospitable door, 

 Where Hiy, form'd wiih aspect meek. 



Smiles sweetly on the jioor ; 

 Where drooping Age may Ircely stay, . 

 And lull each care, each piin, away ; 

 Where lingering pale Disease may lie. 

 And, blest with peace, prepare lo die ; 

 Where, free from toil, latiguc, and strife, 

 F.ir from the busy scenes of lile, 



Jhe wretched may repose ; 

 Where the clear opening mind of Youth, 

 'J'he fruits of knowledge or of truili, 



May gather or disclose 



Oh 



