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
To yonder dew-enamell'd mead;

And let me range at Night those glimm'ring groves, Where ftillnefs ever fleeps, and Contemplation roves.

IV.

This my tributary lay,

Grateful at thy shrine I pay,

Who for fev'n whole years haft fhed
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 difeafe, To quicken thy repast, and give it pow'r to please.

V.

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

III.

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 rofes fhower,

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

Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends
So foon are claim'd by Fate!

Lo! * PELHAM to the grave defcends,

The bulwark of the state:

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.

V.

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.

***

An AUTUMNAL ODE.

By the Same.

I.

ET once more, glorious God of day,
While beams thine orb ferene,

YE

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.

II.
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!

How

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 rise; Each human fuff'ring fills his fympathizing eyes.

VI.

Venus from Æneas' fide

With successful efforts try'd

22.

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 afks them now.

VII.

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, 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.

I.

RIGHT God of day, whofe genial power

B 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.
II.
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

[flowers.

III. Let