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Regions, which angry Jovr deforms 
With darkening clouds, and driving florms : 
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Which Virtue only yields, from worldly views 
({f that ye can) awhile your thoughts with- 
he atest F hold; 
l beneath the burning ra a A NA ; 
as ols on ues the orb of nee From Nature’s femblance learn th’ irhportant 
Where no cool fhed its fhade affords Aah rine oe ates ae 
To fultry Lybia’s fun-burnt hordes : a nat happinefs was meant the meed of worth, 
Yer will ye feek it in the golden ftores 
Of Fraud, Oppreffion, Cruelty, and Pride. 
Is not the foul’s beft health a guiltlefs con- 
{cience ? f 
T$ not her worft difeafe remorfe for fin ? 
What if the world, indifferent to true worth, 
Shall flight the effort, from yourfelves demand 
‘The juft reward—Know, what ‘fuggefts the 
In thefe extremes of adverfe fate, 
Or in what other haplefs ftate, 
So I my Mira ftill behold, 
So fill the tale of love be told, 
So the, fweet fmiling, {till be near, 
With fweetett talk, my heart to. cheer, 
While every fmile with fondnefs glows, 
nd love in every accent flows; 
means, 
J’ll clafp her to my faithful brea(t, Can beft attain the end—Be good and happy. 
And think myfelf fupremely bleft. a Se ine 
T. Hs ee RR : 
; a ODE ON CHARITY. 
CONTEMPLATION, He NC ares: 
QE ! thou, whofe eye of {miling love, 
QOut-fhines yon eye-lids of the day ; 
Whefe bofom no rude tumults move, 
HAL ! genius, grateful to the troubled mind! 
Hail! Contemplation—for ’tis thine to 
calm i . Whole form no pencil can pourtray 5 
The ftorms of lite ;.to foothe, with chequer’d Sp bright thine eye, thy form fo iair, 
hope, eee Beauty herlelf feems flation’d there. 
The ills thou can’it not cure; “tis thine to 4 } ! 
; _ Hail, Charity! thou faireft, beft 
ope te Re 2) 2 
Refources of new rapture to'the fenfe, Adorn’d with hee cals peerlefs crowns. 
Thro’ the eye’s portal, gaining on the heart, And wont, array d A funpler vet, 
To wake to Virtue, Piety, and Love. : ‘Yo beam with luftre of thine own. 
; : Still let thy breaft with rapture glow, 
At the ftill hour of eve, when-Nature’s But {pare a figh for human woe. 
tears 
O ete x7 mn ue 
Bewail the languor of departing day, rides thy breath, than gales that play, 
And flowly gliding down the weitern fteep, Where fammer flowers their odours fling j 
Its heavenly journey done, the orb of light Nor is‘fo {ft the WEEE of May, 
Gilds from the horizon’s utmoft verge. the ky; W ith all the choir of tuneful Spring. 
On fome tall hill, in concempiation lof, The pile, bHae Pe thy check is feen, 
How oft I’ve paus’d on the ftupendous fcene; Gelpeaxs a paradife witain, 
Ive gaz’d the proipeéct o’er, the filent vale, 
The dark woods, peopl’d with the minafrel 
tribes, hid 
Whence ever and anon the penfive bird 
Attun’d her evening fonz-—the diftant brook 
Gliftening with borrow’d light, and all thofe 
Oh! ftill thy facred form difplay 5 
Near thee a balm ‘shall forrow tind; 
Still like the golden orb of day, 
Reign the warm friend of human kind! 
And Jet thine hand to all impart, 
Fair emblems of an open heart. 
tokens 
. A] . eo a 
Which to the fenfe proclaim the death of day. ELEGY. 
DPve gaz’d, till mantling o’er the face of Heav’n, ,, | 1-1) : 
Dir F Baeza. : : A! why along the chill and dreary vale, 
Night's murky veil forbad my farther view ; Pane FONG ora “a 
‘ . ; ‘¢ Ts drooping Genius deftin’d fill to rcam 5 
Then flowly homeward bent my thoughtful ,, ibe , ; 
oe as And tell, in murmurs, to the fighing gale, 
; J BRS «© That ferrow in-her heart has to: 
And in the miniature of memory feann’d re fas De eons 3 
The tranfient fcene, till fancy weary grew. Sah 
? 66 —That fortune finking fr ; 
Can fertile Nature to the gye prefent iW eeneistd Boma lie) picid 
A nobler fcene, than when the ifetting fun <On rey pe ae Seaet ori cae 
Gleams.on the fading prof,eét, and illumes ‘thin ; Baa scale: nt a 
en a 4 Sst g < hone . cy ine => ; - 
With a lait fiream of light the-fpacious view? ; rateny's 3 
i ; og Bel sat As gold refought within its owner’s brea/ 
Such is the death of Virtue—ifuch the glow cst ia ee einer aie 
3 sit wi ec } i ts t MMe > 
In ber laft hour, that animates the mind, ee PERE RES ee 
When on the tenor of a well-{pent life, «That worth but enters life to work and weep 3 
The mental eye reverts, and gazes ftill, « For whom no flowers but thofle of Fancy 
Til the dim ihades of Death o’erwhelm the bloom ; 
fight, “6 
To dive amid a wild and flormy deep, 
And luil the fenfes in a long repofes ‘¢ In fearch of gems, to glitter.on his tomb. 
wn“ 
O! ye, who lur’d by intereft, fromthe paths 
Ye fons of fcience, quench the facred firey 
OF seCtitude and virtue, feel thofe joys 
«¢ For me no more awake the vocal fhell ; 
~ € Let 
