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Gome then, O thou ! whofe chafte carefs 

 Can folly's thanklefs plaints fupprefs, 



And Ibothe my foul to peace, 

 Can fill this breall with rapturous fire, 

 Attune the Mufe's melting lyre, 



And ev'ry joy encreafe. 



O come ! and in thy recent guife 

 Delight and feaft my ravifliM eyes 



With beauties heavenly fair ! 

 Frefh from the flream, and flightly dreft, 

 With down-caft eye, and fnowy breaft. 



And lovely-waving hair. 



O haflre ! my love ! with bluflalng cheek, 

 And in foft fighs and murmurs fpeak 



The harmony of blifs ; 

 And while with melting eye I rove 

 O'er charms that kindle chafteft love. 



Yield, yield ! the rapturous kiss 1 



To Ella. 



Strike, ftrike again thy filver founding lyre ; 

 Ella, thou darling of the God of verfe. 

 Again, in thy clear claffic ftrain, rehearfe 



Decay's forc'd ravage, with a poet's fire. 



So wlien the fainting fun's lall golden rays 



. Have glimmer'd o'er the foam-white bellowr fea, 



I've heard a Seraph's voice in heavenly lays. 

 Oft bid me think on dread eternity ! 



" Thy feeble flar now Ihoots its paley beam, 



" Dim'd by difeafe, o'er life's tempeftuous fuige, 



" And foon the murmuring waves Ihall found thy dirge, 



*' While deep thy ftar is funk beneath the dream; 

 " Then fliall it rife in the bright realms of truth, 

 ** Deride decay, and fmile eternal youth." 



BIRTHA. 



