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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 itfelf, to HEALTH their relifhowe. 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

To yonder dew-enamell'd mead;

And let me range at Night thofe glimm'ring groves, Where stillness ever fleeps, and Contemplation roves. IV.

This my tributary lay,

Grateful at thy fhrine I pay,

Who for fev'n whole years haft shed

Thy balmy bleffings o'er my head;
O! let me ftill enamour'd view

Those fragrant lips of rofy hue,

Nor think there needs th' allay of sharp disease, To quicken thy repaft, and give it pow'r to pleafe.


Now by swiftest Zephyrs drawn,
Urge thy chariot o'er the lawn;



Let Health, gay daughter of the skies,

On Zephyr's wings defcend,

And scatter pleasures as the flies
Where Surry's downs extend;

There HERRING Wooes her friendly power,
There may she all her roses shower,

To heal that fhepherd all her balms employ,
So will the footh our fears, and give a nation joy.


Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends
So foon are claim'd by Fate!
Lo! * PELHAM to the grave descends,

The bulwark of the ftate:

When will fair Truth his equal find

Among the best of human kind?

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,

No more the worthy weep:

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.

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While beams thine orb ferene,

O let me warbling court thy ftay

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.


Ere yet. the ruffet foliage fall,

I'll climb the mountain's brow,

My friend, my Hayman, at thy call,

To view the scene below:

How sweetly pleasing to behold

Forests of vegetable gold!


In yon gloomy grotto laid,
* PALEMON asks thy kindly aid;
If goodness can that aid engage,

O hover round the virtuous fage:
Nor let one figh for his own fuff'rings rife ;

Each human fuff'ring fills his fympathizing eyes.

Venus from Æneas' fide

With fuccessful efforts try'd

To extract th' envenom'd dart,

That baffled wife Iapis' art,

If thus, HYGEIA, thou couldst prove
Propitious to the queen of love,

Now on thy favour'd HEBERDEN bestow

Thy choiceft healing pow'rs, for Pallas asks them now.


What though, banish'd from the fight,

To the hero's troubled fight,

Ranks on ranks tumultuous rose

Of flying friends and conqu❜ring foes

He only panted to obtain

A laurel wreath for thousands flain;

On nobler views intent, the SAGE's mind

Pants to delight, inftruct, and humanise mankind.

* Author of Clarissa.


Sent to his Grace the Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY, March 12, 1754.




RIGHT God of day, whofe genial power

Revives the buried feed,

That spreads with foliage every bower,

With verdure every mead,

Bid all thy vernal breezes fly,

Diffusing mildness through the sky;

Give the soft season to our drooping plains, Sprinkled with rofy dews, and falutary rains.


Enough has Winter's hand fevere

Hurl'd all his terrors round,

Chill'd the fair dawning of the year,
And whiten'd all the ground:

Give but thy vital beams to play,

The frozen scenes will melt away;

And, mix'd in fprightly dance, the blooming Hours

Will 'wake the drowsy Spring, and Spring awake the


III. Let

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