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Firft, the gay fongfters ef the feather’d train 
Feel thy keen arrows thrill in every vein; 
Hence the wild race, that browfe their native 
_ . wood, 
Scour the green lawn, and ftem the rufhing flood. 
With fuch confent, the brood of Nature’s birth, 
Thofe countlefs fwarms of water, air, and earth, 
Pierc’d by fweet tranfport, own thy potent fway, 
And freely follow, where thou lead’ft the way ! 
O’er hills, thro’ plains, in rivers, and in feas, 
‘Thro’ domes aérial on the waving trees, 
Each haunt of life thy bland fenfations move 
To nuptial union, and prolific love. 
Come, fince thy pow’r the bounds of Nature 
own, 
Creation’s fources iffuing from thy throne ; 
"Thine al] the lovely forms, thine ail the gay, 
That cheer or deck the precincts of the day ; 
Come, with thy foft’ring pow’r the bard infpire, 
Each thought impregnate, a and each accent fire : 
. His pencil guide, propitious ! while it draws 
“The map of Nature, and of Nature’s laws, 
For him, in whom thy brighteft graces beam 5 
Source all-accomplifh’d of his poet’s. theme ! 
Repofe, meanwhile,-to earth and ocean bring : 
Bid meek-ey’d Peace expand her downy wing. 
Thou, the vex’d world, from war, alone, canit 
free ; 
Watr’s ruthlefs tyrant is but flave to thee. 
Oft on thy breaft, in chains of tranfport bound, 
Sinks the grim God, and feels the eternal wound: 
With neck reclin’d, uprais’d his fwimming eyes, 
He feeds on blifs celeftial, as he lies. 
Lo! vanquifh’d there, th’ eesonee ce lord 
But lives and breathes, 2 goddefs ! at thy 
- word. 
Sublim’d to rapture in a circling arms, 
Entrane’d in all thy Paradife of charms, 
Him let foft accents of thy lips implore, 
To bid War’s thunder fhake our ftate no more. 
Th’ unbalane*d mind can themes like mine en- 
SASes 
While bleeds eur country, andwhile tumults rage ? 
Cantt thou, lov’d Memmius ! for thy poet {teal 
One ‘valu’d.snoment from the public weal ? 
Hear then my pleaded reafon, Memmius! hear, 
With calm affections, and a vacant ear; 
Nor, with haifh cenfure, unperus’d difdain, 
“The proof elaborates and the polifh’d ftrain. 
GILBERT WAKEFIELD. 
RE - 
PRESENTED , 
With an Almanac, for 1 797. 
BY MR PRATT. 
MAY the {meoth hours that form Matilda’s 
year, 
Be mark’d by pleafure’s fmile, or pleafure’s tear! 
In kind atonement of relenting fate, 
Some wifh accomplith’d, on each minute wait ! 
And as her eyes thefe citcling leaves furvey, 
To note the progrefs of cach blifsful day ; E. 
Ev’n while the fears that blifs too great to laft, 
Still may the prefent triumph oer the oat. 
Happy the pait, the fature yet more blest, 
Te: motrow {tall vigtarious a'r the rei! 
° 
Original Poetry. 
“Of rocks and roads ; 
[Feb 
ADDRESS 
TO AN OLD PAIR OF Boots NEWLY: TAPPED. 
Q> ¥% a now with ftrength fuperior 
crown’d, . 
Look from the nail fapporting, like the beft 
Of all the cupboard.; at whofe fight my thees 
Hide their diminifh’d head‘! to you Icall, ~ 
But with no fawning voice, and add yourname, 
O Boots ! to tell you how J’llhufe your ftrength, 
That brings to my remembrance what fupports 
Ye were; what firm defence againft each fone, _ 
Projecting craggy ; or more dread annoy 
Minute of gravel ; or the bateful herb 
Of venom multifold, and thorns, and furze. 
Till Time and worfe Occafion wore yedown, 
Well trisd, well worn, ye were ; and many 2 
mile 
Adventrous, on adventore doughty fraught, 
Ye bore my feet fatigued ; tifl time and toil 
Mordacious brought ye low ; nor did not then 
This careful eye perceive, nor hand attempt 
To ftay the coming il], if ought could fiay 
The approach of aged ill. Full many a nail 
Obdurate, with ferrean head and point 
Of fharpeft texture, has for many a day, 
Driven by this hand, withfteod the grinding 
rage 
tho’ now with gloffy fole 
Ye fhine refplendent, and the cobler’s hand, 
With {cientific fkill, has ftopp’d each leak, 
‘Where erft the chilly waters found a way, 
Not to the foot alluring; yet again, ~ 
Tf fail not underfianding, ye fhall prove 
Each various peril; or in ftirrup plae’d 
Equeftrian, or more humble walk at noon, 
When wealthier wights fhall mount the pam- 
per’d fteed, . 
And give the guiding rein ; for not to me, 
For not to me, in ftall well ftrew’d and ftraw’d, 
Stands,the apt courfer. No my Boots, thefe 
feet, 
Thefe Decemdigitipedum, muft fill 
O’er many a furze-fill’d heath and rugged rock 
Annoyant, bear me far with your fupport. 
Thro’ what variety of untried walks ; 
Thro’ what new {cenes and countries muft we 
pats. 
The wide, the unbounded profpeét lies before us, 
But vapours, fogs, and tempetts reft upon it! 
Here will I paule—if there’s a walk in ftorem= 
And that there is, all Nature cries aloud 
In all her charms—it fomewhere fure muft lead 
Us, 
And that whereto it leads us fhall be pleafant. 
But when, or where, or why, or how it fhall be, 
I’m weary of conjecture—this fhall end them. 
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EFFUSION 
ON THE APPROACHING FAST-DAY, 
AH ! what avails it to uplift the eye, 
To, bend the knee, and echo forms af 
pray’r; 
Remaining proudly deaf to Mis’ry’s cry, 
To Grief*s faint moan, and fhrieks of loud 
Deipair ? 
Ye 
