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Why was I then, ye pow’rs! reserv’d for this, i 
Nor sunk immediate in the vast abyfs? 
Devour’d at once by the relentlefs wave, 
And whelm’d for ever in a wat’ry grave? 
Down ye wild withes of unruly woe ! 
I see her with immortal beauty glow; 
The early wrinkle, care contracted, gone, 
Her tears all wip’d, and all her sorrows flown; 
Th’ exulting voice of heav’n I hear her breath, 
. To soothe her in the agonies of death! 
I see her thro’ the blest apartments ro¥e, 
And now fhe meets her dear expecting love. 
Heart-easing sight! if not in part o’erspread, 
By the damp gloom of grief’s unchearful fhade, 
But round me, light! let this reflection pour, 
Who from the night commands the fhining day, 
The poor man’s portion and the orphan’s stay. 
TO HUMANITY. 
For whe Bee. 
Dexicutrut emblem of the god of love, 
I know thee by thy sympathising smile, 
With look imploring help from heav’n above, 
And hand outstretch’d to give relief the while. 
I know thee by thy soft angelic form, 
And the big tear which glistens in thine eye 5 
Sure virtue doth with double grace adorn, 
When beauty feels thy pow’r humanity! 
Oh to the friendlefs still youchsafe thine aid, 
Heal the sad wound by misery imprefs'd; 
Give them relief, sweet interested maid, 
And lull their sorrows to the wifh’d for rest ! 
When thou dost dwell with riches wisely given, 
‘We feel the pow’r which points the hand of heav’n. 
QD. Cc. 
, ON HONOUR. 
“Howowur !—What art thou, pretty flying name? 
A vision? a protection for the bafhful dame ? 
Away !—*tis false ;—for pleasure calls the fair, 
Pleasure,-alone, employs their utmost care ; 
Else why would fhe, whose soul once heav’nly fhone, 
Break her pledg’d honour, and make me undone ? 
She faithlefs proves! her pleasure calls—Away! 
Honour’s but wind,—the vision of a day. M, ’ 
