1792* poetry. %z<^ 



From nature's fix'd unerring lawSf 

 We're lifted to th' etenial Cause, 



Which moves the lifelefs clod ; 

 This wond'rous frame, this vast des'gn> 

 Proclaims the workmanfhip divine, 



The architect, a God ! 



Ah ! sacred blifs, thy paths to tnce^ 

 And happiest they of human race. 



To whom this pow'r is giv'n ; 

 Each day in some delightful fliade, 

 By Contemplation's fost'ring aid, 



To plume the soul for heav'n ! 



SONNET ON THE RESIDENCE OF THOMSOIf,, 

 BY H. J. PYE, ESQ^. POET LAUSCEAT. 



For the Bee, 



Ye seats where oft in pensive rapture laid. 

 The Bard of nature walc'd the rural reed, 

 And as the months in circling lapse succeed, 

 Her varying form, in glowing tints, pourtray'd ; 



Or to Britannia's list'ning ear convey'd 

 Tn' exulting praise of Freedom's sacred need. 

 Or taught the sympathising breajt to bleed. 

 As Tragedy her fliadow woes display'd, 



Still Fancy's train your verdant paths (hall trace, 

 Tho' clos'd her fav'rite vot'ry's dulcet lay ; 

 ■ Each wonted haunt their footsteps still /hall pace. 

 Still genius rhri:' your green retreats /hall stray } 

 For from the scene B — s — n lovei to grace, 

 Th' attending muiejhali ne'er be long away 



VERSES EXTEMPORE, ON THE LATE REPORT FROM INWA. 

 For the Bee. 



As summer's torrid beam destroys 



The verdure of the frelhen'd fields. 

 And blasrs tfit blooming fragrant joys 



Of flow'is and plants which nature yield*-; 

 So d oops Maria's glowing soul 



When lat;il news arrive from far. 

 Her troiibl'd thoughts in battles roll J 



She heari Alexis fell in war ! M 



