1801.] [ 
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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
TRANSLATION of 4 PASSAGE if HESIOD’S 
WoRKS and DAYS, werfe 223. 
W HERE unbribed Justice lifts her even 
fcale, 
Where native Rights and equal Law prevail, 
All-bounteous fortune crowns the blifsful 
ie Ai 
i nd Joy and Comfort fmile on every face: 
Prolific Peace fwarms forth her myriad 
trains ; 
With life and motion glow the peopled plains: 
The fiends of War great Jove’s proteCting 
hand ° 
Forbids to roll their tempeft o’er the land. 
No fhrieks of Woe affail the ftartling ear 5 
No breath of Famine blafts the blooming year 
O’er the gay fcene nocloud of forrow low’rs 5 
Convivial Joy leads on their circling hours: 
Fach undulating vale rich harvefts fill; 
Flowers deck the mead, trees crown the 
waving hill. 
Oaks from their boughs a fhower of acorns 
throw ; 
Bees hoard their ne€tar in the trunk below. 
Broad flocks, that fpread and’ whiten o’er 
the field, 
Their fleecy tribute to the fhepherd yield. 
No ravifh’d matrons there, no {purious race 5 
Each fire refle€ted in his infant’s face. 
Blefs’d in th’abundance of their native ftores, 
-No luft of plunder lures to diftant fhores. 
For lawlefs ftates, who fpurn each rule of 
right, ! 
Their glory War, and Robbery their delight, 
All-righteous Jove, whofe glance nor dark- 
nefs hides, 
Nor time, nor place, a vengeance due pro- 
vides. 
Whole nations oft their rulers’ fin atone, 
And fuffering millions rue the crimes of one. 
Chill Penury the fpoils with ficknefs thares ; 
And Peftilence but gleans what famine fpares. 
Each orphan parent mourns their children 
dead 5 
Whe race redeemed by no prolific bed, 
By vengeful Jove their armies pined and 
flain 
In tainted camps or on the enfanguin’d plain: 
Towns to one grave fee yawning earthquakes 
{weep, 
And navies plunging in the foamy deep! 
Dorchefter-Gaol, GirBERT WAKEFIELD. 
Fan. 27, 1801. 
Ee 4 
THE SYMPATHETIC SCREEN, 
AN IMITATION, 
Addreffed toa Lavy on ber DESIGN of paint- 
‘ ing @ FIRE-SCREEN with SYMPA- 
THETIC INKS—the SUBJECT, the BUD- 
DING of AARON’S ROD. 
BK ay fifter-arts had long divided men; 
On fight and found, the pencil and the 
pen. 
Painting could boaft, in one accomplithed whole 
To ftamp the ftrenger image on the foul ; 
While Poe/y, with more diftufive art, 
Detailed the progrefs of each feparate part 5 
Minutely tracing every varied ftate, 
From nafcent being to perfe&tion’s height. 
By emulation fired, the rival maid 
Reforts, Oh Chemia, to thy potent aid; 
By thee infpired, fhe fought her fifter’s ‘cell, 
Led by the Brille of the feta fhell. 
Sad were its founds :—the progrefs they dif- 
play 
OF blooming fummer pafling to decay, 
Till bending autumn, with her fruit-crown’d 
hoft, 
Falls, charmed, into the deadly lap of froft. 
Suffufed in tears, the throng around her hung, 
And chilling Nature ihuddered as fhe fung. 
Now Painting round them cafts a magic 
veil, 
That dealized to fight the forrowing tale ; 
Each fcene fucceflive to the fenfes brought, 
As Nature bade, and Poefy had taught 
Till, life extinguifhed, blafted every grace, 
Blank Defolation occupied their place. 
Paimting, elate, her novel powers furveyed, 
And once again the potent charm aflayed ; 
Powerful, a: ke, to ruin, or to fave, 
She breathed the gale of life o’er Nabare 
grave— 5 
Thro’ every pore the warm eflluvia darts, 
And life feems burfting in a thoufand parts, 
Yet indiftin@ :—but foon the fpreading dame — 
Uniting, rifes into fhape and name: 
Now lofty hills their verdant crowns difplay, 
In vernal pomp emerging into day ; 
Now melting fnows embrown the falling 
floods, 
And, waked by warmer zephyrs,. fluth the 
buds 3 
Now, all expanding, floret floret meets, 
Profufe of life, and prodigal of fweets : 
In winter’s lap was {pring by fummer found, 
And life, and health, and beauty Aisha 
around ; 
The filent tear gave place to pleafure’s 
voice, 
For laughing Nature bade her fons rejoice ; 
But Poefy, deferted in her feat, 
All fadly fate, and fung her own defeat. 
So when to Aaron’s power each fadtion’s 
chief 
Denied the tribute of a true belief, 
His barren rod High Heaven propitious ftuds, 
With fruits rich rifing from their AUGHE 
buds 5 
His vanquithed rivals quit contention’s ftrife, 
And hail him=-‘* Favoured of the Lord of 
Lie. Ts. 
