Original Poetry. 
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©@nce more, lov’d ifle, thy verdant turf I And while 1 view the fream’s clear glatly 
tread, 
With tranfport, abfence only can wo Sa 
Joy in the breeze that winnows round my 
- head— 
Such joy, alone, returning pilgrims know. 
And phate grey mifts which up yon moun- 
> a 
tains teal, 
And mfix their wavy fummits with the 
fky— ; 
Rife they, flow curling, front the peaceful 
ae 
Where I was Heese yet I hope to 
die ? 
And fhall I meet, in that elm-fhaded home, | 
Upon the’ green, befide the cit 
brook : 
(Bileft folace, after fucha weary roam) 
A parent’s welcome, not a ftranger’s look ? 
Shall I behold the fond, the ardent gaze, 
Ere to a mother’s bofom cloftly preft, 
Immingle tears, and join the faltering praife 
For this {weet moment unto Heav’n ad. 
dreft? 
Ah Hope! fill drefs thee in thofe grateful 
{miles, - 
By which the weary wanderer thou dof 
cheer 5 
Divine confoler amidft all my toils, 
Blifs-pi@turing Hope, ah! be not now fe- 
vere! : 
Still wear thy vifions that enlivening form 
(Hoftde to ftern Defpair, joy- withering 
fiend) 
_ That bids the agen ftruggle with the 
ftorm, 
‘And midi the ae arms ro valiant 
mind. 
But if I’m doom’d the bittereft pangs to 
feel, 
Over the low tomb of thofe I love ta 
mourn 5 
To find my home an alien’s face reveal, 
And all my favourite haunts defae’d, for- 
lorn; 
Then to fome fpot Pl glide unfeen away, 
Where i was wont in happy hours to 
he, 
Yield up my aching heart to focragh? s-iway, 
Then far to diftant climes for ever fly. 
Ye gloomy thoughts, be gone; my-friends 
fill live; 
Still do my native groves remain the fame; 
Still hail affeGtiion, bleft, her bleffings give, 
. And ail my fufferings ae as a dream, 
Again the clover-border’d paths P'll+read, 
That near the river’s fide meand’ring runs 
_ Inhale the fragrance. which the, meadows 
fpread, 
While fcatter’ ‘oaks exclude the noon-day 
fun. 
face, 
O’er which yon herb-clad rocks their fha- 
dows throw, 
Pil think of Neptune’s wrath, and eee feasy . 
When from their sorbate! clades Fa tém- 
pefts blow. : 
Or, flretch’d- beneath the fhade, in liftlefs 
eafe, 
While harmlefs humming infects round 
, me play, 
Mem’ry her phantoms fhall begin. to raife 
Of oH endur’d, and war’s confus’d affray 5 
Till, pdb from the tumult of the fight, 
No longer hoftile images annoy ; 
But paftoral objects greet my raptur’d fight, 
And fcenes of rural peace and tranguil joy. 
Thus fhall my heursadvance on golden wings: 
Amid the blifs by home and nature given, 
Sweet as the opening beauties of the fpring, 
Smocth as the fummer clouds beneath the 
vault of heaven. 
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~ ~ SONNET. 
HA bright-ey’d Goddefs of the cheer= 
fal mien, 
With rofy lip, and halcyon look ferene, 
Divine Hygeia! touch my favourite {fwain 
With thy pure wand, and give him health ~ 
again. ~ 
O pour falubrious © 
vein 
To chafe difeafe, and all her baleful train; 
Again his rapture-beaming eye fhall roll, 
Infpire delight, and cheer my drooping foul. 
ftreams thro’ ev’ry- 
Thus to his woes, who holds in magic-chain 
My captive heart, in fympathy I turn; 
With fick’ning anguifh doubly feel his pain, _ 
And feem in fancy bending o’er his urn 3 
But when again‘ reftored to reft, 
No pains his frame annoy, 
The faithful magnet in my breaft, 
Tho’ trembling, points to joy. 
Can dull Indifference, with leaden eye, 
impart, O Sympathy, a blifs like thine ? 
To her for ever lof the mutual figh : 
Which mifery can to happinefs refine. 
Then hail, fweet Sympathy ! thou cherith’ qd 
gueft, 
Who giv’ft an edge to Grief, to Joy a zeft; 
From me, I know, thou never wilt depart, 
But make thy warm abode within my heert. 
eee 
To the QUEEN of PRUSSIA, on ber 
BIRTH-DAY. 
VJ HILE titled fuppliants throng the glictts 
ring fcene 
To hail the day that gave the worlda Queens 
Shail regal beauty deign to lend an ear, 
Nor {corn a bard unceurtly and fincere?—= = 
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