470 ANNUAL / REGISTER, 1792. 
High rais’d the chymists their hermetic wands\"' ,.\"y 
(And changing forms, obey’d their waving hands) (./. 
Her treasur’d.gold from earth’s deep chambers tore, 
Or fus’d aud harden’d her chalybeate ore...) 17 | 
All with bent, knee from fair Papyra claim,,,.,. | «> % 
Wove by herjhands, the wreath of deathless fame... 
Exulting Genius crown’d his darling child, » 
The young arts clasp’d her knees, and Virtue smil’d. 
So now Delany forms her mimic.bow’rs,. |-)// 
Her paper foilage, and her silken flow’rs; |! 
Her virgin train the tender scissars ply, 6) non 
Vein the green leaf, the purple petaldye:. 4 of 
Round wiry stems the flaxen tendril bends, 4) 
Moss creeps below, and waxen fruit impends. .. 
Cold Winter views, amid his realms of snow,, v fives 
Delany’s vegetable statues blow; ,.., Mt 
Smooths his stern brow, delays his, hoary wing,, ) \/ 
And eyes with wonder all the blooms of spring. 
AIR BALLOONS. From the same.” 
GAIN the Goddess strikes the golden lyre,’ 
And tunes to wilder notes the warbling wire ; 
With soft suspended step attention moves, 
And silence hovers o’er the list’ning groves; 
Orb within orb the charmed audience throng, 
And the green vault reverberates the song. 
‘* Breathe soft, ye gales !” the fair Carlina cries, 
** Bear on broad wings your votress to the skies. 
** How sweetly mutable yon orient hues, 
** As Morn’s fair hand her op’ning roses strews ; 
“* How bright, when Iris blending many’a ray, 
“« Binds in embroider’d wreath the brow of day ;_ 
** Soft, when the pendent moon with lustres pale 
“*¢ O’er heav’n’s blue arch unfurls her milky veil ; 
“© While from the north long threads of silver light 
** Dart on swift shuttles o’er the tissued night! 
“* Breathe soft, ye zephyrs! hear my fervent sighs, — ; 
*« Bear on broad wings your votress to the skies!"—- , 
—Plume over plume, in long divergent lines, 
On whale-bone ribs the fair mechanic joins ; 
Inlays with eider-down the silken strings, 
And weaves in wide expanse Deedalian wings ; 
Round her bold sons the waving pennons binds, 
And walks with angel-step upon the winds. 
So on the shoreless air th’ intrepid Gaul 
Launch’d the vast concave of his buoyant ball — 
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Journeying 
