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Hail facred hour of peaceful reft!
Short refpite from his galling pains ;
No horrors haft thou in thy train,
A thousand grisly forms arife, When fkrieks and groans arouse his palfy'd fear, 'Tis guilt alarms his soul, and conscience wounds his ear.
The village swain whom Phillis charms,
To tell the fair his lovelick tale:
Oft by the covert of thy Hades
Nor feard the ocean's thund'ring roar.
Oft at thy filent hour the sage
Mounts active to the starry pole:
Thine is the hour of converse sweet,
But fairer ftill with reason join'd,
GRANVILLE, whose polith'd mind is fraught
When he assumes the critic's chair, Wiza il
O let me often thus employs
Fair science and true wisdom's lore...
Written upon leaving a FRIEND's House
By the Rev. Dr. M.
HE winds were loud, the clouds deep-hung;
And dragg'd their sweepy trains along
I turn'd my horfe—and figh'd.
But soon the gufts of fleet and hail
And blurr'd the face of day:
Still wander'd from my way.
The scenes, which once my fancy took,
Pass’d unregarded, all!
Nor clamorous Hondy's fall.
Did the bleak day then give me pain?
Or sky with tempefts fraught?
As claim'd one wandering thought.
In * Newton's happy groves !
Which Pan at noon-day loves ;
Or serious age can claim :
And friendship’s sacred name.
Much gratitude would say;
She'll scarce her duty pay.
* Newton is the name of a seat belonging to Sir John Price.
Reflecting on thy worth, methinks I find
Thy various Seasons in their author's mind.