5s 
Lo! from thy beamy quiver fall 
Arrowy points, that pierce the ground, 
And light the glow-worm’s twinkling lamp 35 
Ovepthe pale lake’s margin damp 
The fiery phantoms dance around, 
Till feared by frolic Echo’s cavern’é call, 
They burft their circle, fhudd’ring flit away, 
And meltingly in thy wan veil of | humid light 
decay. 
Of let me, by the dimpled ftream, 
Kiffing thy refiected gleam, 
The folemn hour of midnight fpend 5 
When no cares the bofom rend, 
‘When forrow’s piteous tale is done, 
And trouble funk with the departed Sun. 
For ftrife is his, and mad’ning war, 
And deaf’ ning tumult, never mute ;: 
But on thy filent- -moving car 
Wait Peace, and dew-ey’d Pity’s tender train, 
And Love, {weet warbling to the foothing 
flute, 
Whofe dying note 
Ts wont to float 
Seraphic on the night-gale’s airy wing, 
Tempting the planet quire their heav’nly 
hymns to fing. 
Hear me !—fo may the bird of woe 
Aye greet thee from her bowery cell below 5 
And ocean’s rapid furges ftand, 
Check’d by thy filver hand— 
For, dear the tender twilight of thy fway, 
The foothing filence, and ac modeft glow 
That fmooths thy brow, 
When ftream thy amber treffes on the air 5 
Twined with many a rofeate ray, 
Irregularly fair. 
Dear, too, the fhadowy luftre of thy face, 
As mid yon filent band thy pomp proceeds, 
Beneath thy influence, beft 
Fond tranfports balm the lover’s breaft, 
When Thought intent, with mufing pace, 
On each delicious promife feeds, 
And o’er the fombre waite a kindred gloom 
can trace 5 
While tubbard Folly 
Sunk in the dreamlefs grave of flumber denfe, 
Robb'd of each twinkling fenie 
That faintly clear’d the darknefs of his mind, 
Lies prone. 
Lo! beckon’d by an airy hand, 
Yon fapphire-(kirted cloud beliad, 
I fpy the lovely vettal, Miele tol, ; 
And, fweeter than ie {fweeteft tone 
Of mufic, melting on the tingling ear 
Of fainted fprite, by choral feraph’s hand, 
€atch each celeftial figh, which fad and flow 
Steals o’er my heart a charming woe, 
Entranced above vain -earthly joysI ftand, 
{Veluptuous forrow, blifs fincere 1) 
‘Nor envy the proud wretch who, madly gay, 
Courts the licentious glare of grief-difclofing 
day ! 
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Original Poetry. 
(Feb. 1, 
What though, beneath thy ftartled fight 
The hideous hag of night 
Gores with deep lath her vifionary mare 5 
Or, brooding on fome beauteous breaft, 
Chills the cramp’d vein, and ftops the Aiberal 
~ eoutfe 
Of Nature, wither’d by the powerful peft, 
Who, grappting on the heart with tyger- force 
Her flefhiefs fangs, beholds with iron ftare 
Each @ruggling pant of weak defpair, ~ 
And ghuts with frither’ d fhrieks the demon 
eat: 
Soon fades the bafelefs fpell, an 
Soon drops th’ ideal arm its harpy hold ; 
While, rifing from the fray fevere, 
It’s languid victim looks fufpicious round, 
Seeks the imaginary wound, 
And {miles- to feel her frame by fancy’d 
ills controll’d ! 
There the calm, the folemn hour, 
When Genius from her bright ethereal bow’r 
Stcops to touch the thought with fire, 
To bid the fcience-pinion’d foul afpire ; 
And mid yon radiant worlds fublime, 
Hold converfe with her fons of ancient time}; 
The rapturous hour of fecret love,. 
When mutual all the trembling paflions move, 
When none but heav’n can hear the vows di- 
vine, 
Are alfo thine ; 
The free embrace that tells the heart fincere, 
The with completed, and the love-fraught tear; 
~ While coward Fear 
Aloof his dubious dull attendants draws, 
And honeft Sympathy fulfills her facred laws ! 
Nor let the fun his gorgeous feenery prize, 
Trick’d in each gaudy hue: 
Lo! on thy lucid vault of {potlefs blue 
How quaintly bends the lunar bow, 
And wreaths the front of heav’n with vary"d 
dyes ; 
How, mingling, melts the humid glow 
Of blended colours, in one matchlefs blaze, 
Studding with golden rays 
The fplendid cope, where theeted wide 
Spreads thy pale glory’s undulating tide ! 
Thee, too, the fwelling Ocean meets with 
pride ; 
And, as he heaves his azure breaft, 
Courts from thy kindling glance the vivifying 
gleam 
Which bids’ his fparkling furges fhine, 
in borrow’d beauties dreft, 
Till, in the boundlefs mirror, oui can’it fee 
Thy anf{wering image clear; 
And the ftill-lapfing waters hear, 
Grecting with trebute floods thy fovereign 
fhrine, ‘ 
Thee ever praifing, ever fed by thee! 
OQ! parent of each nobler deed, 
Thy midnight countels, in his couatry’s right 
Bid the patriot dare to bleed’; 
Thy placid fcenes of undifurb"d delight 
Awake, 
