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Does love with mutual blushes streak
The swain's and virgin's artless cheek? From HEALTH these blushes,fmiles and tranfports flow; Wealth, children, love itself, to HEALTH their relish owe. III. Nymph with thee, at early Morn,
Let me brush the waving corn;
And, at Noon-tide's fultry hour,
O bear me to the wood-bine bow'r!
When Evening lights her glow-worm, lead
And let me range at Night those glimm'ring groves, Where ftillnefs ever fleeps, and Contemplation roves.
This my tributary lay,
Grateful at thy shrine I pay,
Who for fev'n whole years haft fhed
Those fragrant lips of rofy hue,
Nor think there needs th' allay of sharp difeafe, To quicken thy repast, and give it pow'r to please.
Now by swiftest Zephyrs drawn,
Let Health, gay daughter of the skies,
Where Surry's downs extend;
To heal that fhepherd all her balms employ,
Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends
Lo! * PELHAM to the grave defcends,
The bulwark of the state:
When will fair Truth his equal find
Long be the fatal day with mourning kept!
AUGUSTUS figh'd fincere, and all the worthy wept.
Thy delegate, kind heaven, restore
To health, and safely keep;
Let good AUGUSTUS figh no more,
The Right Honourable Henry Pelham, Efq; died on the 6th of March 1754.
And ftill upon the royal head
The riches of thy bleffings fhed:
Establish'd with his counsellors around,
Long be his profp'rous reign, and all with glory crown'd.
An AUTUMNAL ODE.
By the Same.
ET once more, glorious God of day,
O let me warbling court thy stay
To gild the fading scene!
Thy rays invigorate the Spring,
Bright Summer to perfection bring,
The cold, inclement days of Winter cheer,
And make th' Autumnal months the mildeft of the year.
I'll climb the mountain's brow,
My friend, my Hayman, at thy call,
To view the scene below:
How sweetly pleasing to behold
In yon gloomy grotto laid,
* PALEMON asks thy kindly aid ;
O hover round the virtuous fage:
Nor let one figh for his own fuff'rings rise; Each human fuff'ring fills his fympathizing eyes.
Venus from Æneas' fide
With successful efforts try'd
To extract th' envenom'd dart,
Now on thy favour'd HEBERDEN bestow
Thy choiceft healing pow'rs, for Pallas afks them now.
What though, banish'd from the fight,
Ranks on ranks tumultuous rose
Of flying friends and conqu'ring foes;
A laurel wreath for thousands flain;
On nobler views intent, the SAGE's mind Pants to delight, instruct, and humanise mankind.
* Author of Clarissa.
A VERNAL OD E.
Sent to his Grace the Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY, March 12, 1754.
By FRANCIS FAWKES, A. M.
RIGHT God of day, whofe genial power
B Revives the buried feed,
That spreads with foliage every bower,
Bid all thy vernal breezes fly,
Hurl'd all his terrors round,
And whiten'd all the ground:
And, mix'd in fprightly dance, the blooming Hours Will 'wake the drowsy Spring, and Spring awake the