298 Original we oetiy. 
TO # # %, 
SEE; fairet of the nymphs, that play 
In vernal meadows, bloom ng May 
Comes tripping o’er the plain: 
Lo! all the gay, the genia’ powers 
That deck the woods. or *tend the flowers, 
Compofe her (miling train. 
See, fofter, rofier hues adorn 
The glowing -leek of bluthing morn, 
When firit the waxes the light : 
Behold ! at!oufind gentle thades 
Attend the evening, o’er the glades, 
And glad the fallen night. 
What fweets perfume the balmy air ! 
While Flora bids ner glittering care 
In all their beauty fine. 
See Nature round, benearh, above, 
All big with joy, al! breathing love 
And gratitude divine. 
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What care corrodes—what joy b 
My friend’s uniettied ‘oul * 
Say, does he join the fenceleis throng 
Of Comus’ fons, and rarfe the fong 
Around th’ empoiion’d bowl ?: 
O fay! amid thefe general {miles, 
But no! my * * *#s generous mind, 
Adorn’d with native tafie, refin’d 
- By all the powers of art, 
Would never bafely thus refign, 
For all the feverifh joys of wine, 
The raptures of the heart. 
Or does fome maiden, heavenly fair, 
With rofy checks, and auburn hair, 
And Love’s inviting breaft, 
At length awaken young Defire, 
Set all his glowing foul on Gre, 
And break his golden ref? 
But Jo! athoufand maidens, all 
Juift ready to obey his call, 
“Difplay their venal charms, 
A.nd trim their locks, and tune their fighs, 
And try the force of fparkling eyes, 
And wave their fhowy arms ! 
Thus Spring revives, and Summer glows, 
And Beauty f{miles, and Ne€tar flows, 
In vain to foothe his foul: 
While led by Fancy’s playful blaze, 
The longing youth deluded ftrays, 
Unbleft from pole to pole. 
Alas! my friend, how vain to roam, 
And feek abroad the joys that home 
And home alone beftows : 
The beam of mirth that lights the face— 
The love that warms the fond embrace— 
The blifs that ever grows. 
What! tho’ the awful pride of Rome 
Unequall’d {wells the daring dome, 
And emulates the fkies : 
Tho’ many a temple’s fad xemains 
Spread o’er Hefperia’s ftoried plains, 
/ In brokea pomp arile : 
fApril; . 
Tho’ o’er Helvetia’s magic ground 
Rocks fwell on rocks confus’d around 
And torrents roar between ? 
Tho’ here a town, and there a farm, 
Perch’d on tie breezy fummit, charm, “s 
Andifocthe the Sylvan {cene : 
What ! though the Rhine, fupreme of floods, 
Through cafiled cliffs, and pendent woods, 
And towns renawn’d in fong: 
For ever full—for ever great— 
Thro’-every age, in equal fate, 
Majeftic rolls along ¢ 
Yet fay! can Art, with all its toys— 
Can Nature’s nobler, better joys, 
Content the reftlefs mind ? 
Like morning dreams, the phantoms play, - 
One fieeting hour—-then fade away, 
Nor leave a trace behind. 
Then homewaid turn! there at the gate, 
A thoufand pileafures ready wait— 
A thoufand dear delights, 
Amule the vacant hours of day, 
Around the focial cable play, | 
And brighten up thy nights. 
- There, faireft of the powers above, 
Young Hymen waves the torch of Love, 
And wooes thee to advance : 
And there the Loves, a blooming band, 
And fifter Giaces, hand in hand, 
Pegin ty = je 
Begin the myftic dance. 
The Muofe, that loves a green retreat, 
Already hovexss o’er thy teat, 
And wanders thro’ thy groves: 
Already, hark ! the tuneful powers 
Awake the echoes of thy bowers, 
And fing thy future loves. 
Alas! my ¥ * *,° filent, flrong, 
Time’s treacherous current fteals along, 
And bears us om his tide: 
While thinly {eatter’d up and down, - 
A flower may deck, a thicket crown, 
it’s bleak, unfightly fide. 
Then haften! fnatch each floweret, while 
The Fates allow it ftill to fmile, 
_ For foon it’s date is o’er3 
And, as you pafs, enjoy the fhade, 
Whole vernai honours foon muft fade— : 
Mui fade—to bloom no more. 
May, 1797- J- C28: 
ik eS 
To Mr. GitpertT WAKEFIELD, on his pte- 
paring for publication the poems of Lucre- 
tius, on the Nature of Things, with 
emendations, notes, and illuftrations. 
[ Tranflated from the Latin of Mr. G. Dyer.} 
By THOMAS BUSBY. 
HERE are who wrapt alone in clafiic Jore, 
_ Can only Greek and Roman wit adore; 
Can trace no mejit (fave in ancient lays) 
Pierian born, or worthy of the bays 
Avaunt, each modern! thefe but ancients love, 
And Genius mutt his age and country prove 
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