How Jove committed many a rape,
How young Acteon loft his fhape;
Or what celeftial pen-men writ,

Or what the painter's genuine wit
From Fancy's store-house could devife;
Where Raphael claims the highest prize.
Madonas here decline the head,

With fond maternal pleasure fed,
Or lift their lucid eyes above,

Where more is feen than holy love.
There temples ftand display'd within,
And pillars in long order seen,
And roofs rufh forward to the fight,
And lamps affect a living light.
Or landscapes tire the trav❜ling eye,
The clouds in azure volumes fly,
The diftant trees diftinguish'd rife,
And hills look little in the skies.

When day declines, and ev'ning cool

Begins her gentle, filent rule,

Again, as Fancy points the way,

Benignant leader, let me ftray:
And wilt thou, Genius, bring along

(So fhall my Muse exalt her song)

The

The Lord who rules this ample scene,
His Confort too with gracious mien,
Her little offspring prattling round,

While Echo lifps their infant found.
And let Good-nature, born to please,
Wait on our steps, and graceful Eafe;
Nor Mirth be wanting as we walk,
Nor Wit to feafon fober talk;
Let gay Description too attend,

And Fable told with moral end,

And Satire quick that comes by stealth,
And flowing Laughter, friend to Health.
Meanwhile Attention loves to mark
The deer that crop the fhaven park,'
The steep-brow'd hill, or forest wild,
The floping lawns, and zephyrs mild,
The clouds that blufh with ev'ning red,
Or meads with filver fountains fed,
The fragrance of the new-mown hay,
And black-bird chanting on the fpray;
The calm farewel of parting light,
And Ev'ning fad❜ning into Night.

Nor wearied yet my roving feet,

Though Night comes on amain, retreat;

But ftill abroad I walk unseen

Along the ftar-enlighten'd green;
Superior joys my foul invite,

Lift, lift to heav'n the dazzled fight.

Lo, where the moon enthron'd on high, Sits steady emprefs of the sky,

Enticing nations to revere,

And proudly vain of pagan fear;

Or where through clouds fhe travels faft,
And feems on journey bent in haste,
While thousand hand-maid ftars await,
Attendant on their queen of state.
'Tis now that in her high controul,
Ambitious of a foreign rule,

She stirs the Ocean to rebel,

And factious waters fond to fwell

Guides to battle in her carr,

'Gainft her fifter Earth to war.
Thus let me mufe on things fublime,
Above the flight of modern rhyme,
And call the foul of Newton down,
Where it fits high on starry throne,
Inventing laws for worlds to come,
Or teaching comets how to roam:

With him I'd learn of every star,
But four-ey'd Pedantry be far,
And Ignorance in garb of Sense,
With terms of art to make pretence..
Hail happy foil! illustrious earth!
Which gav'st so many heroes birth;
Which never wand'ring poet trod,
But felt within th' infpiring God!
In these transporting, folemn shades,
First I falute th' Aonian maids.

Ah lead me, Genius, to thy haunts,
Where Philomel at ev'ning chants,
And as my oaten pipe refounds,
Give music to the forming founds.
A simple shepherd, yet unknown,
Afpires to fnatch an ivy crown,
On daring pinions bold to foar,
Though here thy Waller fung before,

And Johnson dipt his learned pen,

And Sidney pour'd his fancy-flowing strain.

**

TO THE

Hon. WILMOT VAUGHAN, Efq; in WALES.

By the Same.

E distant realms that hold my friend

YE

Beneath a cold ungenial sky,

Where lab'ring groves with weight of vapours bend,

Or raving winds o'er barren mountains fly;

Restore him quick to London's focial clime,
Restore him quick to friendship, love and joy;

Be swift, ye lazy steeds of Time,

Ye moments, all your speed employ.
Behold November's glooms arise,

Pale funs with fainter glory fhine,

Dark gathering tempefts blacken in the skies,
And fhiv'ring woods their fickly leaves refign.
Is this a time on Cambrian hills to roam,

To court difeafe in Winter's baleful reign,
To listen to th' Atlantic foam,

While rocks repel the roaring main,