1809.] 
Millions are shipwreck’d on Life’s stormy 
_ coast, 
With all their charts on board, and powerful 
aid 
Because their lofty pride disdain’d to learn 
The instructions of a pilot, anda God! 
MarTua. 
TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES 
JAMES FOX. 
[ Upon the banks of the Clyde, Mr. Todd of 
Glasgow has erected a temple to the me- 
mory of the late Mr. Fox, and under his 
bust by Nollekins, arethese beautiful lines 
written by Mr. Roscoe. } 
CHA MPION of freedom! whose exalted 
mind 
Grasp’d at the general good of human-kind! 
Patriot! whose view could stretch from pole 
to pole, 
And whilst he blest his country, lov’d the 
~ whole! 
SE ee 
CANTATA. 
IMITATED FROM CARLO MARIA MAGGI, 
BY MARIANA STARKE. 
Scene, an unfrequented island—=Time day-break. 
SGEQUESTER’D isle! of Peace the smiling 
cell, : 
Where birds and flow’rs and Zephyrs only 
dwell; 
Enchanting spot! rich in Seclusion’s charms5 
Here far remov’d from Folly’s wild alarms, 
Compass’d with waves, unseen by human eye, 
Methinks I range a tenant of the sky. 
No more by Passion’s chains bound down to 
earth, 
My tow’ring soul asserts her heavenly birth; 
Views miercies numberless around her shine, 
And soars to claim her heritage divine. 
But see! the sable shades of night retire—= 
Th’ horizon blushes deep with crimson fire=s 
Aurora rises from the sparkling floods, 
And thus salutes the tenants of the woods. 
AURORA. 
Birds, begin your dulcet lay ! 
Flow’rs, your various sweets disclose! 
Zepliyrs, see, “tis dawn of day! 
Banish, banish dull repose ! 
BIRDS. 
Lovely goddess of the morn, 
Who, on dewy pinions borne, 
Com’st to chase Night’s shadowy gloomy 
And those choral woods relume 
With renovating light; 
Again thou giv’st us to behold 
Fields of ether ting’d with gold, 
Boundless tracts, where sportive wey 
Biess’d with love and liberty, 
May wing our joyous flight. 
AURORA, 
Wherefore, flow’rs, your praise with-hold ? 
Haste! your fragrant leaves unfold! 
Haste to glorify that Pow’r 
Who, after midnight’s torpid hour, 
Renovates your faded hues, 
And feeds you with ambrosial dewse 
Original Poetry. 
83 
FLOWERS. 
When thy torch with dazzling light, 
Put the modest stars to flight 
We Lilies, Vilets, Eglantines, 
Daisies, Snowdrops, Jessamines, 
Breathe to thee our thankful songs 
The listning Hours the strain prolong, 
As round the blazing car of Day 
Swift they wend their sportive way. 
All our joys of thee are born, 
Bounteous Goddess of the Morng 
And to thee alone we raise 
Melody of grateful praise. 
AURORA. 
Mirthful Zephyrs, ye, who fly 
To wake the tardy Hours, 
Rouse the feather’d Minstrelsy, 
And ope the fragrant flow’rs ; 
Ye, whom toil-worn mortals seek, 
When sultry heats appal; 
Listen! dear Aurora speak, 
And answer to her call, 
ZEPHYRS. 
Breath of yonder slumb’ring Sea, 
And tender sighs from heav’n are we; 
Sent, celestial nymph, to shed 
Delicious odours round thy head. 
CHORUS. 
We Zephyrs, Birds, and op’ning Flow'rs, 
Join our voices, strain our pow’rs, 
To hailthe swift approaching Day, 
To pour the tributary lay. 
Hail Aurora, bounteous fair! 
Hold!—The pealing notes forbear! 
See! while yet we sing, she flies, 
To spread her light o’er distant skies. 
ea 
THE FOUR SISTERS. 
N distant days, as legends tell, 
Midst deep embow’ring shades did dwell 
A youtn who shone so rare, 
That all the nymphs and graces sigh’d, 
In beauty, taste, and fancy vied ; 
“To be his fav’rite fair. 
Amongst the rest, four sisters came, 
_ With qualities well-known to fame, 
To hold his heart in thrall ; 
So various were their pow’rs to win 
That, had it not been counted sin, 
He might have chosen all. 
The first was smiling, young and fair, 
With such a mild engaging air, 
Such sensibility, 
That she was call’d among the swains, 
Who fed their flocks upon the plains, 
The maid of tender eye. 
Her robe was of the softest green, 
sind twihing midst her hair was seen, 
The pale narcissus flow’r; 
The earliest off rings of the year 
She brought with most assiduous carey 
To deck her Strephon’s bow’r. 
The snow-drop, as her bosom chaste, 
With native down-cast beauty grac’d 
The primrose of the vale ; 
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