A statelier fliip than his its rourse ne'er run, 



In a frail bark I brav'd the tofsirg tide ; 

 No piloc Typhis. — no Agenor's son, 



To teach me where to steer, or what avoid. 



Juno and Pallas made his freight their care, 



No tutelary pow'rs my track pursue; 

 By love's sly arts he foil'd each deadly snare, 



Would that in these I had not aided too ! 



Safe he return'd; — more hard, dear wife ! my fate; 



Condemn'd to perilh on a foreign (here ; 

 To bejr great Caesar's unrelenting hate, 



And such fierce wrath as Jason ill had bore. 



I left thee young,— but fancy, long since, drew 



Thy face, by my misfortunes, cloth'd in years; 

 O ! would to heav'n that I this change could view, 

 Kifs thy pale cheek, and ojjngle tears with tears. 



That these fond arms thy slender form could prefs, 

 (Now grown more slender with its griefs for me) 



while all my soul pour'd forth its past djstrefs. 

 And drank the kindred tale of woe from thee ! 



Then would we offer at each grateful dawn. 



An incense worthy of our royal sire ! 

 O bright Aurora ! speed that happy morn, 



And calm stern Cxsar's too insatiate ire. T. P. 



TO HOPE. 

 For the Bet. 



OpARK of th' etherial fiie, enchanting maid, 

 Without thee none but conscience inly torn ; 



Still let thy pow'r be felt, and still display'd, 

 Where the dark vapour feels the flow'r of morn. 



Friend of the friendlefs, comforter in woe, 

 Guide of the wand'rer, and the captive's life ; 



Where slav'ry decks with care the loaden'd brow, 

 And tyrants spurn when suppliants a/k relief. 



Point to the track from which so late I swerv'd. 

 Conduct me to the peaceful realms of blifs ; 



Teach me to hope for blefsingj still reserv'd. 

 And still to hope for life and happinefs. 



Thy sacred beam enlivens inf.mt faith ; 



Friend of the gasping wretch, be mine till death. Q^D. C. 



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