1^0 ODE TO .coNTENTMEi/T, June 8, 



I'or the Bee. 



Ode to Conte?itment. 



Hail ! ever-fweetly fmiling maid, 



Whofe power can lull our cares to reft. 

 Though keen afflidlions darts invade, 



Thy friendly ray can calm the breaft. 

 Though ghaftly poverty Ihould fting '. 



Though dire misfortunes pangs await. 

 Thy placid looks relief can bring, 

 Beguile the wretch's pain, and cure the ills of fate! 



Oh ! come, fweet foother of the mind. 



And blefs me with thy heavenly aid ; 

 Dire(51 my wandering fteps to find 



Thy balmy «omforLs, gentle maid ! 

 Teach me my humble lot to prize, 



A liranger to ambition's fire. 

 The pomp of fplendor to defpLfe, 

 And ne'er to gaudy fhow, or glittering wealth afpirc. 



Oh ! come with all thy heaven-born train. 



Soft meek eyed peace, in fmiles array'd, 

 AlSd harmony with focial drain. 



And roftar health ! gay blooming maid. 

 Let white-rob'd ir.nocence attend. 



And friendftiip light her facred fires 

 Let gentle hope her influence fend. 



And fearing contemplation, who from giddy crouds retires. 



SCOTIANNA. 



For the Bee, 



Sixth Elegy of PoUtian, traiijlated. 



If, when tlicy quit the prefent fcene. 

 Our fouls are crnfcious to the pafl. 



And, through the {hades that intervene, 

 A look of fond remembrance cafl. 



My deareft boy ! fupport me now ; 



Wipe off this vain rebellious tear ; 

 Replace compnfitre on my brow; 



Teath me this piercing ftroke ta bear. 



