#156] ANNUAL REGISTER, 1795. 
But she, whose first best wish is your applause, 
Herself exemplifies the truth she draws. ~ 
Born on the stage—thro’ every shifting scene, 
Obscure or bright, tempestuous or serene, 
Still has your smile her trembling spirit fir’d ! 
And can she act, with thoughts like these inspir’d ? 
Thus from her mind all artifice she flings, 
All skill, all practice, now unmeaning things ; 
To you uncheck’d, each genuine feeling flowsy 
For all that life endears—to you she owes. 
THE PURSUIT OF HEALTH. From Brtor’s Miscellanies. 
ty here April morn, reclin’d in bed, 
Just at the hour when dreams are true, 
A fairy form approach’d my head, 
Smiling beneath her mantle blue. 
* Fie, fie,’ she cried, ‘ why sleep so long, 
When she, the nymph you dearly love, 
Now roves the vernal flowers among, 
And waits for you in yonder grove ? 
* Hark! you may hear her cherub voice : 
The voice of health is sweet and clear ; 
Yes, you may hear the birds rejoice 
In symphony her arbour near.” 
T rose, and hasten’d to the grove, 
With eager steps and anxious mind; 
T rose the elfin’s truth to prove, 
And hop’d the promis’d nymph to find. 
My fairy,took me by the hand, 
And cheerfully we stepp’d along ; 
She stopp’d but on the new-plough’d Jand, 
' To hear the russet woodlark’s song. 
We reach'd the grove—I look'd around, 
My fairy was no longer near ; 
But of her voice I knew the sound, 
As thus she whisper’d in my ear : 
‘The nymph, fair health, you came to find, 
Within these precincts loves to dwell ; 
Her breath now fills the balmy wind; 
This path will lead you to her cell.” 
I bended 
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