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Soon fhall the Prince of Peace with power 
defcend ; 
Soon his glorious train appear ; 
‘Then beauteous fprmgs the hallow’d year ; 
Then renovated Nature owns her heavenly 
Friend. 
Free as La Plata’s copious ftreams, 
O’er Weftern lands his bleffings pour 5 
- Bid Montezuma’s fons adore ; 
Enlighten’d by his facred beams : 
Whilft Eaftern realms with his high praife re- 
found, 
And light and joy prevail, the world around. 
te 
ewiwes, Fune 22; 1803. 
—=. 
THE FOE OF THE FACE. 
SUNG RY MR. DIGNUM, AT THE FESTIVAL 
OF THE ROYAL JENNERIAN SOCIETY. 
may 17 1803, 
THE BIRTH-DAY OF DR. JENNER. 
LE Antiquity tell of her heroes fo bold, 
Who hydras have vanquithed in fables of 
old ; 
- Our hero we hail, and the day of his birth, 
Who foils a dread monfter that ravag’d the 
‘ earth : é 
For thus w = we fight the. dire, foe of the face, 
Who ipoils us of beauty, and murders our 
race. 
The foe at whofe fight the gay palace has 
mourn’d, 
Who rifies the bioom that the cottage adorn- 
ed, 
Who mars youth and age with his horrible 
Fa torture, 
| We'll join heart and hand, and allow him no 
quarter 5 
For thus wiil we fight, &c. 
Ye joldiers all ardent your courage to prove, 
In deience of the land and the ladies you 
love, 
To arms !—iet us fave the fair hopes of the 
nation, sae, 
And this tyrant purfue till he meets extirpa-’ 
tion: 
For thus will we fight, &c. 
And ye whote calm bofoms contention abhor, 
Who Lei nk atthe founds and the weapons of 
war, 
Yet hafte to our aid at Humanity’ 
"Til Nature prevail, and the mo 
fail: 
Forthus will we fight, &c. 
Ailnations, all aves, all ranks fhall combine 
Tn this war of benevelence, juftand divine: 
O’er the world betwixt man and his brother be 
peace, 
Vith man’s cruel foe may the frife never 
ceafe } ; 
Fozthus willwe fight, &c. 
Original Poetry. 
[ Aug. 1,, 
TO MEDORA. 
QE! ! ceafe, my love, to SOE and fear; 
Vil kifs away that ftealing tear : 
No tear fhould dim thy azure eye, 
But the {parkling tear of joy ! 
No figh fhould heave thy heavenly breaft, 
But the figh that {peaks thee bleft ! 
My foul from thine no power fhall fever : 
My deareft girl ! Pll love thee ever ! 
Yet hold, we ne’er can ceafe to know 
And keenly tec! another’s woe : 
But, when thou Gag Vll-weep with thee, 
And thou wilt mingle fighs with me ! 
Thus e’en from forrow we hall teal 
Joys the felfiih never feel. 
And can I ceafe to love ? oh ! never: 
My toul’s delight ! Til love thee ever! 
Ti fwear, if fll you doubt my truth, 
By all the fanguine hopes of youth, 
Which gleam amid the gloom of woe, 
And blhis ideal ftillbefow ! 
By all the joys thy fex can give, 
Ot which bereft we ceafe to live ! 
By thefe—by thete, we ne’er fhall fever : 
By thefe dear hopes, [’ll love thee ever ! ! 
But truft not to a lover’s oath : 
(‘Tis like the fiame that lures the moth !) 
By fironger ties ?m bound to thee— 
The magic chords of Sympathy ! 
I’ve mark’d thy wealth of intellect, 
Thy power to feel and to reflect ; 
And can I ceafe to love! oh never ! 
V’ll ftiilladore—?jl love thee ever ! 
Then ceafe, my love, to doubt and fear; 
Not life itlelf ishalf fo dear ; 
Nor proinis’d joys of Heav’n above, 
As thy pure bofom's heav’n of love! 
‘Tome more bright thy dewy eye 
Than fun-peams in the eaftern fky ! 
*‘Twere worte than death from thee to fever ! 
Light of my foul! Plllove theeever! - 
And when the tempeft howls on high, 
And lightnings cleave the lurid tky ; 
Or inthe more malignant ftorm 
Brooded Ly fiends in human form ; 
Pil prefs to mine thy beating heart, 
And never—never thall we part ! 
My foul irom thme no power can fever ; 
My life, my all, Pll love thee ever! A. R, 
' 
TO 
Y= ES, let the mifer count his gold, 
"And toil and {crape to {well the heap ; 
Say, can the heart that’s winter cold, 
Uf wealth the fruitful pleafures reap ? 
Say, can the foul in felf that’s wrapt, 
‘ihe blifs of pure enjoyment tafte ? 
Ah, no! when Feeling’s chaia is fnapt, 
How void the heart, how drear the wafte! 
Was it for this, poor creeping thing ! 
To pine within a gilded cage, 
That Nature gave thee power to wing 
The piercing thought, and read her ‘page ? 
Doeg 
