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Wow thro” Elyfian fields they feem to go, 
Where zephyrs breathe, and murmuring 
waters flow, 
Where» blufhing flowers exhale perfume 
around, 
And from the trees melodious warblings 
found. 
Now ’mid illumin’d halls they join the 
dance, 
And heavenly beauties dart the fpeaking 
glance. 
Nepenthe, hail! from antient times adored, 
Let coftlie@ gems enclofe the precious feta’: 
Not India’s groves fuch juice divine diftil, 
Nor fuch, © Bacchus! thy Falernian hill. 
fade 
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On READING tut LIFE or COWPER. 
“ADDRESSED (0 MR. 
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——-———P lunged deep in forrow, 
And dead to all thofe phantom-forms of 
bliis, 
Which once awoke this fcul to keen de- 
light 5 
To Nature’s charms, to Friendfhip’s facred 
glow, 
And e’en to Hope’s delicious tranfports dead, 
What magic power fhall fet the prifoner 
free, 
And give again forgotten extacies ? 
¥s it adream, or do thofe favour’d fouls, 
Who from high Heav’n inhale celeitial light, 
And beam benevolence on meaner worms, 
Js ita dream, or do they round my home, 
This little nsek obfcure, diffufe their beams, 
Steal the torn heart once more from Mis’ry’s 
gralp, 
And bid it rife, and glow with Virtue’s fire ? 
Yes, "tis Reality, the faint, the bard, 
With filent awe long honour’d, and rever’d, 
Difclofes the mild graces of his foul, 
Refinement, tendernefs, benevolence, 
And with a charm ineflable, unfolds 
Ail that is excellent in human kind. 
I thank thee, Heaven, that earth is not fo 
poor 
As once I deem’d it; that there fill is left, 
Who tafte of friendthip’s hallow’d myfteries, 
Who 4ill domeftic life with peace and love, 
Who carry on celeftial intercourfe, 
And who, by Virtue’s animating aid, 
Make Life’s uneven path, ¢* a eas roads”? 
And though there comes an hour, an awful 
hour, 
Whea Mary’s foothing voice is heard no 
more, 
And Cowper’s throbbing fpirit finks to ret, 
Yet die they cannot; renovated fouls, 
Tranflated where the jutt made perfec 
dwell, 
Live, rife, and reign for ever; and when 
night 
Veils Eart h's myfterious miferies from my 
view, 
I fee their ee forms, hear their foft 
hymns, 
Original Poetry. 
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And fain would dream, that me, fuch inter- 
courfe 
Denied below, they beckon to their rett! 
Hayley, this impotence of praife forgive, 
Forgive prefumption, which thy work ine 
{oires. 
To fnatch from mis’ry’s grafp, and fling de- 
light 
Long, long untafted o’er an ardent mind, 
To thee is higher blifs, or much [ errr, 
Than to beftaw on them another rofe, 
Whole path already Fate has ftrewed with 
flowers. 
Friend of the fainted Bard, farewel, fare- 
wel! 
But, if perchance, when Sorrow’s fchool fhall 
clofe, 
Admitted to the threhold of the place 
Where holy fouls convene, in better ftrains 
There will 1 thank thee for fufpended grief, 
For richeft gleams of intellefual blifs, 
Lighting a darkfome paflage to the tomb. 
C—n, 
ae 
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WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF MRS. 
SMITH, OF BASENGHALL-STREET. 
LAS! thou’rt fled for ever from our view! 
Huth’d is thy voice, and clos’d in death 
thine eyes. 
Adieu, then, deareft, beft of friends, adieu 5 
Go to thy God, and live in yonder fkies! 
Why fhould the fault’ring tongue or filial 
verfe 
Recount the fpotlefs tenor of thy life ? 
Why fhould the monumental ftone rehearfe, 
How dear thou wert as Mother and as 
Wife? 
Thy Hufband’s forrows, and thy Children’s 
tears, 
The throbbing heart, the figh that mourns 
thy doom ; 
The woe that pale on every cheek appears, 
Thefe are the wreaths that decorate thy 
tomb. 
No, thou fhalt ne’er be abfent from our 
thought; 
Oft fhall we upwards gaze with ftreaming 
eyes; 
Recal the virtuous ‘leffons thou haft taught, 
And igh to join thee in the blifsful fcies. 
Look down, fweet Angel, 
of love ; 
Still let thy guardian Spirit hover near ; 
That we may follow to the realms above, 
O let us follow in thy foorfteps here ! 
from thofe fcenes 
How oft the lonely thought, and airy dream, 
Shall fhew thy form and ajl our grief 
renew ! 
But oh, my tears! i cannot urge the theme— 
Adieu, thou deareft, beft of friends, adieu! 
H. S. 
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