1797-] : 
“No treafur’d bleffings crown the mental ftore. 
To cheer the languid moments as they roll : 
Reafon, too late recall’d, avails no more, 
And fruitlefs, keca semorfe corrodes the foul. 
But who aie they, with ce of fire, 
That feize the rattling car of wild Defire 5 
And following faft as Frenzy leads, 
Urge into rage the madding tteeds-—~ 
And chace o’er Danger’s fultry heath, 
Guilt and her firft-born—Death ? 
Hottile to ev’ry friendly care, 
‘The warning voice—the parents” prayer, 
They hurry to the biink of black Defpair : 
‘Then down the dreadful ftcep 
They plunge ten thoufand times ten thoufand 
fathom deep, 
To find their,woe, and wail their folly, 
Th vealms of endlefs Melanchoiy—— 
*Mid pangs, that only fincan know— 
‘Vengeance above, and penal fires below ! 
From fuch delufions fafe imraur’d, 
In falutary grief I dwell; 
From danger, by difeafe fecur’d ; 
And tcreen’d from furics in my lonely cell, 
Far hence Temptation roves, 
While Wildora gilds thefe gloomy groves ; 
And Piety, with charms of holy power, 
Purges fromyain Delire each fuff’ring hour— 
Prefenting nigh, and yet more ‘nigh, 
The glories of eternity ! 
14 
* Why then difquieted, my foul 
Why art thou vexed fore ? 
Hope thou in God, thine help of ott, 
Thine help for evermore. 
ZEGER. 
— 
EFFUSION TO A YOUNG LADY, 
Whofe unambitious worth endeared her to all her 
acquaintance; and who hed abfented herfelf for 
a fhort time from Society, on account of the Ill- 
nefs of a Brother. 
HILE affeftation, deck’d with Lorrow’d 
grace, 
Each varied plan to captivate difplays, 
Thy modetft virtue, thy ingenuous heart, 
Difdains the vain embellithments of Art— 
What tho’ thy lovely face do not difclufe 
The harlot beauties of the vermil rofe 5 
Still does that face, adorn’d with truth and ce 
Glow with th’ unfullied blufh of innocence 
Tho grief, array’d in robe of fable hue, 
O’er thy iweet form a veil of fadnefs threw 3 
Soon fhai!l that form its wonted charms aflume, ’ 
And hai! a brother, ré({cw’d from the tomb. 
So the pale violet, wet with vernal fhow’rs, 
Droops its fair head among its neighb’ring 
flowers; 
Emerging fiom the clouds, the orb of day 
The filv’ ry drops difpels with foft’ring ray ; 
To meet his beams its filken petals fpread, 
And through the air a grateful fragrance fhed. 
G, 
* Pfalm xii, 5, ‘ 
Original Poetry, 
by Mr. Taylor, EF, 489 
TO THE RISING SUN. 
“EE! how with thund’ring fiery feet, 
Sol’s ardent fteeds the batriers beat, 
That bar their radiant way ; 
Yok’d by the circling hours they ftand, 
Impatient, at the god’s command, 
To bear the car of day. 
See ! led by morn, with dewy feet, 
Apollo mounts the golden fe eat, 
Replete with feven-fold fire + i 
While eopiealt by his ona, rine ihe. 
Heav’ns glittering hoft, and Lg Miche 
Submiffively retire. 
See! cloth’d with majefty and ftrength, 
Thro’ facred Light’s wide gates at lenge hy 
The god exulting {pring : 
While leffer deities around, 
And demon powers his praife refound, 
And hail their matchlefs king. 
Thro’ the dark portals or the deep, 
The foaming feeds now furious leap, 
And thunder up the fky : 
The god to {trains now tunes his lyre, 
Which Nature’s harmony infpire, 
And ravith as they fly 
Ev’n dreadful Hyle’s fea profound, 
Feels the enchanting, conqu’ring found, 
And boils with rage no more; 
The world’s dark bound’ry Tart’rus hears, 
The life-infpiring ftrains reveres, 
And ftills its wild uproar. 
And while, thro’ heav’n, the god fublime, 
Triumphant ridesy fee rev’rend Time 
Faft by his chariot run: 
Obfervant of the fiery feeds, 
Silent the hoary king proceeds, 
And hymns his parent fun. 
See! as he comes, with gei’ral voice, 
All Natute’s living tribes Pes 
And own him as their king 
Ev’n rugged rocks their heads dacdhee,, 
And. fore‘s on the moutains dance, 
And hills and vallies fing. 
See! while his beauteons, glittering feet 
In myftic meafures ether beat, 
Enchanting to the fight; 
Peon, whofe genial locks diftufe 
Life-bearing health, ambrofial dews, 
Exulting fprings to light. 
Lo! as he comes, in heav’n’s oe 
And fcattering wide the blaze of day 
Lifts high his fcourge of fire, 
Fierce demons, that in darknefs dwell, 
Foes of our race, and dogs of hell, 
Dread its avenging ire. 
Hail, crown’d with light, creation’s king t 
Be mine the tafk thy praife to fing, 
And vindicate thy might ; 
Thy honours fpread thro’ barb’rous climes, 
Ages unborn, and impious times, 
And realms involv’d in night, 
Maner-Place, Walworth. T. TAYtor. 

That is, with his own proper fire, and 
the fire of the other piancts, 
