1804.) -¢ 
ORIGINAL POETRY. | 
ELT 4 
ODE TO FRIENDSHIP. 
Hf thou, renown’d in claflic lore, 
Whom tages love and bards adore, 
Accept my votive lays ; 
And grant me, foft in {ylvan bow’rs, 
- To grace thy fainted thrine with flowers, 
With garlands, and with bays. 
For there in tranquil fhades withdrawn, 
Unfkill’d to cringe, unus’d to fawn, 
Thy fmile enchants the foul ; 
Where Truth, ethereal feraph, reigns, ~ 
And Peace, from courts expell’d, maintains 
A toft ferene controul. 
whete form’d to raife, exalt the mind, 
y Virtue’s chaft’ning laws refin’d, 
git Mufe inttinétive glows; ~ 
The Mufe, where Peintach 
ftray’d, 
That grac’d with fofte(t charms the fhade, 
And, lift’ning, wept his woes. 
relist and 
Tis thus, ordain’d o’er earth to rife, | 
The Soul her’deftin’d feat, the fkies, 
In profpect fair furveys ; 
While Peace extends her fot? ring arms, 
And Hope, with fairy hand, the charms 
Of future blifs pourtrays. 
For me, each wayward paflion laid, 
Should Fate in bow’r or leafy fhade 
My tranquil days aflign ; 
Unmov’d by Splendour’s fading toys, 
Oh! let me prove thine inmott joys, 
And make thy raptures mine. 
If haply doom’d to weep forlorn, 
Diftrefs fhall blaft my vernal morn, 
In fancy pittar’d fair ; 
Oh! while the mental thunders roll, 
Oh lift thy fuppliant’s ’wilder’d foul 
To {purn each baneful care ! 
And deign, as ling’ring life expires, 
To foothe, revive, her fleeting fires, 
And calm her burfting fighs ; 
Her hopes, appall’d in death, reftore, 
And when this heart fhall throb no more, 
Survive in fofter fkies. 
7. 
ee 
AT SEA, ON LOSING SIGHT OF THE LAND. 
ADIEU, lov’d fcenes, where firft I faw the 
light, 
For you my bofom heaves the deep-felt 
¢ figh, 
While now, in diftance far your bills recede, 
And leave to billowy waftes the cheerlefs 
eyes 
When tropie lands unbounded ftretch aroural, 
Still o’er thote mountains ‘blue thail fancy 
roam ; 
And, Lune, thy fhores with rural beanty 
crown’d, 
Through every change my heart fhall fond- 
iy own. 
Nor all the charms of India’s happy clime 
From this dear hope can ever win my 
breaft, 
That where the cloudlefs morn of life was 
mine, 
In tranquil age thefe wearied limbs may 
reft 5 
That in the vals where winds my native 
ftream, 
O’er my laft fleep the evening fun may beam ! 
¥. 
SPRING. 
| aad wifhed Spring, thy rifing dawn 
Difpels the ftorm- aught clouds away, 
And foon with bland enlivening beams 
The Sun diifules brighter day. 
’*T was late when mourn’d the leaflefs woods, 
And dreary dead and filent all, 
Except fome headlong-icicle 
Againft the rugged branches fail. 
But now with tufted foliage cloath’d, 
They bend majeftic to the gale, 
And ofttheir wide o’er-arched fhades 
Refound the ftrain of Philomet. 
The limpid ftream, relentlefs grafp’d 
In icy chains, again looks gay ; 
Sparkling trom fteep to tleep defcends, 
Then, tweetiy murmuring, winds away. 
And as adown the funny vale 
The flower-enamel’d fide it laves, 
The primrofe views her image fair 
Reflected in the glafly waves. 
The fhepherd-boy, at eafe reclin’d 
On the tall mountain’s airy brow, 
Salutes with many a jocund tune 
The lovely icene that lies below. 
How foft the balmy zephyr breathes, 
How blue the clear benignant iky } 
The varied landi{cape fmiles around, 
Echoing with naught but founds of joy. 
Nature exults beneath thy reign, | 
Delighttul Spring !—in(pir’d by-thee, 
I dare, while lightly beats my heart, 
1’ invoke the power of poefy, 
B. 
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