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Beme on the deep flow founds, a holy awe 
Defcends. Alternate voices fweep the domey 
Then blend their choral ferce, 
The theme, Impending doom, 
Or the triumphal Huil to Him, who rofes 
While all the hot of heaven, o’er Sion’s hill 
Hover’d, and, praifing, faw 
Afcend the Lord of Life. 
One voice alone, one harp clone, begins ; 
But foon joins in the ever-fuller choir. 
The people quake. They feel 
: A glow of heavenly fre. 
Yor" Joy! They fcarce fupport it. Rolls 
7 aloud 
The organ’s thunder--now more loud, and 
more— 
A 4d tothe fhout of all, 
The temple trembles too! . 
Enough! Ffink. The wave of people bows 
Before the altar—bowss the front to earth ; 
They tafte the hallow’d cup, 
Devoutly, deeply, ftall- 
One day, when reft my bones befide a fane, 
Where thus affembled worihippers adore, 
The confcious grave fhall heave, 
Its flow’rets fweeter bloom 3 
And on the mor that from the roca 
fprang, 
When panting praife purfues his radiant way; 
Vill hear—He rofe again— 
Shall vibrate through the tomb. ” 
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POEM. 
BY MARGARET OF VALOIS, 
; NAVARRE. 
pour étre un digne & bon Chrétien, 
Tl faut a Chritt ét’e femblable ; 
Il faut renoncer 4 tout bien, 
~- & tout honneur qui eft damnable ; 
‘A Ja‘Dame belle & jolie, 
_ & plaifir qui Ja chair emeut, 
Laiffer biens, honneurs, & amie! 
Ne jait pas ce tur la qui veut. 
QUEEN OF 
Ses biens aux pauvres faut donner, 
D’un cceur joyeux & voloutdire 
Faut les injures pardonner, 
Et a fes enemis bien faire ; 
S’ejouir en mélancholie 
Et tourment dont la chair s’émeut ; 
Aimer la mort comme la vie ! 
Ne fait pas ce tour 12 qui weit. 

SONNET. 
HEY tell me that, in opening life, the hue 
-* Of rofy health bloom’d on my glowing 
cheek ; pe 
That my full eye fparkled with liquid blue, 
Andicem’d with fizong intelligence to {peak : 
Original Poetry. 
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They tell me, too, that in luxuriance wild 
Wav’d my dark locks: perchance, they teil 
me truth; 
For ’tis an adage, that the lovelieft child 
Makes, in advancing age, the forrier youth. 
So has it been with me. In vain I feek 
To trace the rofeate hue of healthful red ; 
Dull is my eye, and colourlefs my cheek, 
And gone the flowing honours of my head ! 
But ftill remains, unchang’d, my better part, 
Still true to Love and Laura is my heart. 
Gray’s-Inn, April 4. ; _ W.R. 
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OBE. 
ERREUM credis mihi pe€tus? ADK - 
Semper obdudio riguiffet ere! 
Tum nec exactz# mea mens coleret 
. Gaudia vite, 
Me nec averfum quereretur amens » 
Nympha quz {ele viduata deflet, 
Meque moréaci nimium fiidelem 
gute Voce laceffit. 
Ipfa teftetur vaga Luna noftram, _ 
Dum jubar purum per inane manat, 
Vana luferunt quoties amoris 
&- Somnia mentem. 
Ta dum celo tacito niterety” 
= nofire gemirum quéfelz ; 
Spe non fiGe fuit ila famme 
, Confcia nofire. 
Prifcus et jamjam calor ile vivit ; 
Szepe delertam recolo Camillam, ur 
Et mihi meftz facies puellz ve 
Szpe recurfat. 
. 
Perge me diris onerare verbis, 
Et licet lingua male provocaris 
Me tuz2 nunquam meminifie forme, 
Chara pigebit. 
Grays-Inn, Apzil 4. W. R. 
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ELEGY. 
WRITTEN IN MAY, 1794. 
THY com’it thou, gentle May, with driving 
rain : pa 
And chilly blafts, to check the opening, year > 
Why roll thy fhadows o’er the gloomy plain? . 
Why frown in fullen fadnefs dark and drear > 
T have not feemtheé radiant orb of day 
Beam his glad radience on the dewy flower 4 
Nor, fince I welcom’d the return.of May, 
Known the mild influence of one funny hour ! 
‘ 
Thou com’ft congenial to my mourning minds _ 
Well does my foul thy fullen fadnefs fuit, 
And when T hear the howling of the wind, 
Refponfive fighs the {y mpathizing lute. 
The time has been, when I was wont to hail, 
With infant joy, the merry month of Mays 
When, loit’ring carelefs.o’er the quiet vale, 
In happinefs and peace I ‘pafs’d the day. 
Vain flatterer, Hope! no more fhalt thou des 
light 
O’er fairy vales to caft the eager cye; 
For Fancy, now prophetic, in afttight, 
Starts from the phantoms of futurity. 
O, May! 
