3O MEMOIRS OP 



Blithe Fancy too (hall fpread her glittering plumes, 

 She loves the white cliffs of Britannia's iile, 



She loves the fpot where infant Genius blooms, 

 She loves the fpot, where Peace and Freedom frnile. 



Unlefs her aid the mimic queen beftow, 

 In vain freili garlands the low vales adorn j 



In vain with brighter tints the florets glow, 

 Or dewdrops fparkle on the brow of morn. 



Opes not one bloflbm to the fpicy gale, 



Throws not one elm it's mofs-wrcath'd branches wi.det, 

 Wanders no rill through the luxuriant vale, 



Or, glifVning, ruflies down the mountain fide, 



But thither, with the morning's earlieft ray, 

 Fancy has wing'd her ever-mazy flight, 



To hymn wild carols to returning day, 



And catch the faireft beams of orient light. 



Proud of the theft me mounts her lucid car, 

 Her car the rainbow's painted arch fuppliesj 



Her fwift wing'd fteeds unnumber'd loves prepare, 

 And countlefs zephyrs waft her through the ikies. 



There, while her bright wheels paufe in cloudlefs air. 

 She waves the magic fceptre of command, 



And all her flattering vifions, wild as fair, 

 Start into life beneath the potent wand. 



Here, 



