548, 
And ye, alas! unblett, who joylefs trace 
A tedious progrefs o’er a penfive face, 
- Asin the faithful glafs too oft ye view © 
What blood-ftained tracks the ill-ftropt razor 
drew 3 
To Gfacechurch. ftreet repair with half-a- 
crown, 
For eafe a monarch might the whole lay 
down: 
Then fpare your tortur’d chins, to Packwood 
hafte, 
And prove the virtues of his ftrop and pafte. 
ee 
THE AUTHOR 7o his WIFE, in the THIR© 
TEENTH YEAR after MARRIAGE. 
EAR thirteen years have pafs’d away 
Since I was heard, at church, to fay, 
I take thee for my wife, today, 
My Nancy! 
Methinks I fee and hear thee now, 
Blufhing, repeat thy marriage vow, 
And ftill the fame kind wife art thou, 
My Nancy! 
Thy fmile is cheerful as the light 
That daily fhineth till the Night 
Draws her dark curtain o’er the fight, 
My Nancy! 
No ebbing tide thy kindnefs knows; 
Like fome perpetual ftream it hows— 
On may it flow to life’s calm clofe, 
My Nancy! 
To that of fome fixt friendly ftar, 
That guides the mariner afar, 
I might thy conftancy compare, 
My Nancy! 
Soft as the Zephyr’s breath thy touch, 
Thy kind and gentle nature fuch, 
I cannot yield to thee too much, y 
My Nancy! 
Light feel thy heavieft chains to me, 
And I enjoy my liberty, 
Although faft bound, and led by thee, 
My Nancy ; 
We do not quarrel who fhall rule, 
Like thoughtlefs boys or girls at fchool 5 
We never can thus play the fool, 
My Nancy! 
We feldom fall out by the way, 
Or give to pafiion lawlefs {way 5 
With us to love is to obey, 
“a 
Yet let us not too fondly truft 
On objeéts haft’ning to the ‘duit ; 
The time will come when part we muft, 
My Nancy! 
My Nancy! 
For mortal friendfhip’s doom’d to die 5 
Soon muf diffolve that tender tye 
We long have been united by 
: i My Nancy! 
Our hairs that here and there look grey, 
Though filent, yet feem loud to fay, 
6¢ All morxtal beauties fade away,” 
My Nancy! 
Original Peetry. 
ripe ty 
O, may our peaceful lives decline 
Like cloudlefs funs that fet to thine 
In cther worlds with light divine, 
My Nancy 3 
And fhould I firft afcend the fkies 
To tale my feat-in Paradife,’ 
Pll look for thee with longing eyes, 
My Nancy f 
But if thou get the ftart of me, 
And firft attain felicity, 
Grant me one lafting look from thee, 
My Nancy! 
Bath, Nov, 14, 1803, Ss. W. 
en 
TRANSLATION of SCHILLER’S ODE fo JOY. 
Jor from fource celeftial fpringing, 
Inmate of elyfian bow’r, ; 
We invoke thy heavenly pow’r. 
Tyrant cuftom’s harth diftin@ions 
Sink before thy juft award, 
Beggars are the peers of princes 
When thy magic voice is heard. 
Coo. Fellow-Nereids farand near, 
Hail! and take the proffer’d hand, 
Sure a power to mortals bland 
Dwells above yon ftarry {phere, 
He, whom happier fortune favours, 
He, who boafs a friend that’s true, 
Bie, whom love’s feft trumpet kindles, 
Let him join the gladfome crew ; 
But the rich whofe wayward fortunes 
Love and friendfhip’s boons reftrain, 
Let him quit the joyous banquet, 
Weeping quit the genial train. 
Sacred power of fympacthy, 
All creation owns thy fway 
To the brighter reaims of day, 
Thou fhalt lift thy votary, 
All that breathes through varied nature 
Sips the neCtar’d cup of Joy, 
Good and bad with equal order 
Fondly crowd her rofeate way 5 
Love and wine and friendfhip’s treafure 
Joy, with lavith hand, heftows ; | 
Joy. the abje& reptile gladdens, 
While on high the feraph glows. 
Mortals own the deity, 
Own the power of nature’s lord, 
Let the rapt’rous loud accord 
Reach the blifsful feats on high, 
Joy, unceafing fource of motion, 
Animates the varied fcene, 
Potent {pring of wide creation, 
Joy impels the vaft machine 5 
Buds to flowers her influence ripens, 
Suns-fhe draws from realms of day, 
Rolls the fpheres thro’ boundlefs ether 
Yar beyond the tubes furvey. — 
Joyous as the rolling {phere,. ©, 
Wanders thro” etherial {pace 
Let us fpeed our mortal race 
Gayly fpeed our fhort career ! 
Smiling fweet in truth’s bright mirror, - 
Joy, the fearcher’s toil requites, 
Joy, the prize of mild endurance, 
Leads to virtue’s fteepy heights, 
. i See 
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