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S24 Original Peetry. 
{an influence ©* the ufe of this world,” 
Oh, fly the fouiiets fcenes of fafhion’d folly! 
Nor in her orgies blaft your happinefs ! 
‘Tafte of domeftic joys, ope’ Nature’s book, 
Tafil felf-knowledgein the infant mind, 
That Trwzb’s eternal light may beam on-all! 
And, from a charnel-houfe, transform the 
earth 
Znto an ever-fmiling paradife ! 
- ry Northumberland, ARB, 
EEE Se 
SONNET fo MR. PRATT, 02 @ MENTAL RE- 
view of bis various woRKS.—occafioned by 
fecing announced the fixth EvITION of the 
GLEANINGS. 
With thee, fweet bard! Ive felt th’ ex- 
tatic glow : 
Awak’d by “* SymPatuy*,” and trac’d 
her-laws 5 
é¢ Humanityty” has taught my tears to 
flow 5 
‘¢ BeNEVOLENCE]” has .urg’d. the 
«© Poor |i” man’s caufe. 
Led by the magic of thy fertile mind 
Through fields of fancy I have lov’d te 
{tray 3 : 
Wow wept fictitious woes—to gloom refign’d, 
Now caught mirth’s tranfyerts from thy 
colouring gay 3 
To every touch my heart refponfive beat, 
And own’d a mafter’s hand, and felt his powers 
complete. 
But not, dear Gleaner, to thy genius bright, 
Alone I pour the tributary ftrain 5 
Oft has thy converfe cheer’dDejection’s night, 
Thy friendly balm reliev’d feveref pain. 
W. Mavor, L.L.D. 
—— 
ADDRESS ts the NIGHTINGALE, on the in- 
tended Fall of the Weeds, in confequence of the 
+ Inclofure of Enfield Chace. 
SWEET fongfter of the leafy grove? 
Companion of my evening hours, 
*Tis thine to ftrike the note of love, 
And charm with thy melodious powers. 
Oft, on the moffy bank reclin’d, 
Pve liften’d tethy vary’d fong, 
‘That kindly foothes the penfive mind, 
Till darknefs warn’d me to be gone. ~ 
‘Though foon yon ftately woods muft fall, 
Sweet Philomel ! prolong thy fay, 
For thee Jl] raife the poplar tall, 
The fpreading beech, and blooming may. 
Protected there, from {pray to fpray 
Securely rove, fecurely fing ; ; 
Cheer, with thy notes, departing day, 
And ufher in the joyful fpring. 
* A Poem to called. 
+ See end of vol. iii, of Gleanings, 
{ Triumrpx oF BENEVOLENCE,. 
| The Poer, a poem. . 
(Nov. 1, 
But, fhould thy playful fancy fcora 
‘To grace the new rais’d woodland fhade, 
Where wilt thou rove, {weet bird, forlorn, 
When all thy native groves are laid? 
Far from this defolated plain, 
Go feele fome well-protefted glades 5 
Unwelcome filence here muft reign, 
No mufic cheer our evening fhades. 
Swept by the fierce, the howling ftormy 
The once-proteéted hill lies bare 5 
The levelling axe has marrd its form, 
No flow’rets now perfume the air, 
Cynthia, no more thy Gilver ray 
Shall.cleam athwart the foreft gloom ; 
No thrilling notes arreft thy way— 
Go, light thy fav’rite fongiter’s tomb ! 
A. Wirxiwnson, M.D, 
White Webb Farm, Enfield Chace, 
Auguft, 1302. 
BALLAD. 
Tranflated from the Effufion of a ‘€ TREES 
LOVER of the 15th Century. 
WHEN Night puts on her mantle grave, 
And trembling moon-beams light the 
wave 3 i, 
When duller fouls are funk in fleep, 
And Sorrow’s children watch and weep ; 
With the fcene’s calm relucent glow, 
I feek to foothe my bofom’s woe ; 
But fill my cherith’d hopes I mourn 
>Mong thy dark rocks, lone Lindesfern. 
And when the fun illumes the eaft, 
Unbleft by life-reviving reft, 
With throbbing heart, and burning brain, 
Thy barren rocks I feek again: 
Thofe rocks that bloom’d like Eden fair, 
When the, my life’s lov’d light, was there! 
Soon my laf light fhall ceafe to bura 
*Mong thy dark waves, lone Lindesfern ! 
A. R. 
ee 
VERSES on the DEATH of the late REV. Ey 
PROWITT. 
O YE whofe hearts the focial virtues warm, 
Who never did the helplefs orphan 
fpurn 3 . 
And ye whom truth’s celeftial rays «can 
charm, 
Bedew with tears his confecrated urn! 
No more the wretch, opprefs’d with grief and 
cate, bs 
The haplefs victim of unpitying pride, 
Shall from his hand the liberal bounty fhare, 
Nor take his maxims for his future guide. 
No more the latent beauties of his mind 
{lume the world with philofophic aid 5 
Nor faith, with reafon in one foul combin’d 
Difpel the gloom of fuperftition’s ihade. 
JThae 
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