Vjgl- POETRY. 107 



Though hi the fimpleft ftrain, to pour her lay 

 In warmeft wifhes on. thy natal day ; 

 That ev'ry choicefl blifs may e'er attend 

 The mind which mifery calls her kindejl friend. 

 Hail day I belov'd, when forrow's tearful band 

 Receiv'd from Heaven a patronizhig hand ; 

 While nature fix'd his birth 'mid fummer hours, 

 To crown fuch worth with tributary flowers ; 

 Then, Flora, let this day propitious wear 

 The fweeteft garland that adorns the year ; — 

 Here, Zephyr, ev'ry flow'ret's fragrance bring. 

 To breathe around the patron of the Spring ; 

 And numbers here who court Hygeia's charms, 

 While grateful pleafure ev'ry bofom warms, 

 Shall hail the hand, which, while it plenty fhow'rs 

 To blifs the land, adorns Hygeia's bowers. 

 May then no cloud's dark veil the day obfcure. 

 But Phoebus here his brighteft radiance pour! 

 Emblem of Garden's bright expanfive mind. 

 Where Bounty has her warmeft beam confin'd ! 



BionneU 



Now o'er the world hath fober ev'ning fpread 

 Her ebon tinftur'd veil — the ftars appear — 

 The fmiling moon in mildeft beauty clear. 



As on my hand I prefs my penfive head. 



While not on earth is heard one echoing tread, 



Look thro' the fouthern uprais'd window near, 



Down on my chaek tear courfes after tear, 

 I think on abfent friends, on plealures fled. 



Now all their adions living in my fight. 

 Awake new mournful pleafures in my foul. 



And every moment gives a frefh delight. 



Do not fuch joys my fair one's mind controul ? 

 They do ; — I fee tli' aiTenting tear defcend, — 

 And (he will love this trifle for the friendo 



ELLA. 



