The groffer Seeds with heavy Motion press,
And meeting in the midft, the Central Parts poffefs
While the united Waves, without Control,
About the flimy Surface proudly roll,

'Till an Imperial Word their Force divides,
And lo! the Deep by smooth Degrees fubfides;
And lo! the rifing, ftately Mountains leave
Their oozy Beds: and lo! the Vallies cleave,
The congregated Waters to receive;
And down the finking Billows calmly go,
Part to the Subterranean Caves below,
And part around the Hills in circling Currents flow.
And now the flimy, foft fermented Earth,
Prepar'd to give her various Species Birth,
Obedient to the Voice, produces all

Her boundless Stores at her Creator's Call.
A fudden Spring at his Command arose,
And various Plants their verdant Tops disclose;
The teeming Ground to rifing Groves gives way,
Which Leaves and Bloffoms inftantly difplay,
And ev'ry Branch with tempting Fruit looks gay.
When he again, whose active Word fulfill'd
Exactly all the mighty Things he will'd,
Commands, and straight the Heav'nly Arches rife,
And kindling Glories brighten all the Skies.
A fudden Day with gaudy Luftre gilds

Th' expanded Air, the new-made Streams, and Fields;
Ten thousand fprightly dazzling Lights advance,
And trembling Rays in the wide Æther dance:
The Sun, beyond them all immenfe and gay,
Affumes the bright Dominion of the Day;
And whirling up the Skies with rapid force,
Along the radiant Zone begins his deftin'd Course.
And now another Efficacious Word,
The Air, and Earth, and wat'ry Region flor'd:
The num'rous Vehicles for Breath prepar'd,
The mighty Summons of their Maker heard;

And from the Bofom of their native Glay
Sprung into Life, and caught the vital Ray.
Millions of footed Creatures range the Woods,
Millions with Fins divide the Crystal Floods;
Millions befides, with wanton Liberty,
On painted Wings rife finging to the Sky.
But laft of all, two of a nobler Kind,
After the brightest Model in his Mind,
With Care the Great Artificer defign'd:
Beyond his other Works, compleat and fair,
He form'd with ev'ry Grace the lovely Pair,
Adorn'd with Beauty, crown'd with Dignity,
Immortal, Godlike, Rational, and Free:
Serene Impreffions of a Stamp Divine,
Upon their matchlefs Faces clearly shine:
In deep fufpence, and at themselves amaz'd,
With curious Eyes they on each other gaz'd;
Themselves, and all the fair Creation round,
Survey, and ftill fresh Caufe of Wonder found.
For now, in their Primaval Luftre gay,
The Earth and Heav'ns their utmoft Pride difplay.
The blazing Sun from his Meridian height,
Thro' an unclouded Sky darts round his flaming Light.
The Fields, the Floods, and all th' enlighten'd Air,
In open Day look ravishingly Fair.

The bright Carnation, and the fragrant Rose,
Their Beauties fresh with heav'nly Dew disclose.
The noble Amaranths fhow their purple Dye,
Splendid, as that which paints the Morning Sky.
Ten thousand od'rous Flow'ts of various Hue,
In ev'ry Shade and Plain, fpontaneous grew;
And down the smooth Defcent of Verdant Hills,
From Marble Fountains gufh a thousand Rills;
Thro' many a pleasant Shade they murm'ring go,
And mingle with the larger Streams below,
Which thro' the flow'ry Vallies foftly flow;
And all along their lovely, fpacious Banks,
Immortal Trees are plac'd in equal Ranks,

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Whofe charming Shades might God himself delight,
And Angels from their Heav'nly Bow'rs invite.
Here gentle Breezes, from their fragrant Wings,
Shed all the Odours of a thousand Springs:
Harmonious Birds among the Branches fing,
And all the Groves with chearful Ecchoes ring.
Hail mighty Maker of the Universe!

My Song fhall ftill thy glorious Deeds rehearfe:
Thy Praise, whatever Subject others chufe,
Shall be the lofty Theam of my aspiring Muse.

A PASTORAL, infcrib'd to the Honourable, Mrs.

By the fame Hand.

AMARYLLIS.

Hile swiftly down the Skies the Day descends,

While pearly Dews o'er-fpread the fruitful Field,
And clofing Flow'rs refreshing Odours yield,
Let us beneath these gentle Shades recite
What Love, and what the Rural Muse Indites
Nor need we, in this close Retirement, fear
Left lift'ning Swains our Am'rous Secrets hear.
SILVI A.

To ev'ry Shepherd I wou'd mine proclaim,
Since Fair Corinna is my fofteft Theam;
A Stranger to the loofer Joys of Love,

My Thoughts alone the Warmth of Friendship prove;
And, while its pure and facred Force I fing,
Chaft Goddess of the Groves, thy Succour bring.
AMARYLLIS.

Propitious God of Love, my Breast inspire
With all thy Charms, with all thy pleafing Fire:
Propitious God of Love, thy Succour bring,
While I thy Darling, thy Alexis fing;

Alexis, as the op'ning Blossoms, Fair,
Lovely as Light, Soft as the yielding Air;
For him each Virgin fighs, and on the Plains
The matchless Youth without a Rival reigns;
With fuch an Air, with fuch a graceful Mien,
No Shepherd dances on the flow'ry Greeen:
Nor to the ecchoing Groves, and whifp'ring Springs,
In fweeter Strains the tuneful Co------ve fings.
SILVIA.

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Corinna's lovely as the breaking Day, And fuch a chearful Light her Eyes display: Where-e'er she comes, all fullen Care retires; And sprightly Joys, and Love, and gay Defires, In ev'ry Breaft the beauteous Nymph inspires. But oh methinks when the no more appears, The Plain a dark and gloomy Profpect wears; In vain the Streams roll on, the Eastern Breeze Dances in vain among the trembling Trees: In vain the Birds begin their Ev'ning Song, And to the filent Night their Notes prolong. The Groves, the Crystal Streams, and verdant Field, Corinna abfent, no Diversions yield.

AMARYLLIS.

Alexis abfent, all the penfive Day
In fome obfcure Retreat I figh away;
All Day to the repeating Caves complain
In mournful Accents, and a dying Strain;
Dear, lovely Youth, I cry; and all around
The flatt'ring Vales reftore the tender Sound.

SILVIA.

On flow'ry Banks, to ev'ry murm'ring Stream, Corinna is my Mufe's conftant Theam;

'Tis fhe that does my artless Thoughts refine, And with her Name my nobleft Verse shall fhi ne. AMARYLLIS.

I'll twine fresh Garlands for Alexis Brows, And Confecrate to him my fofteft Vows:

The charming Youth fhall my Apollo prove,
Adorn my Songs, and tune my Voice to Love..

In Praife of MEMORY; infcrib'd to the Honourable the Lady WORSELY..

By the fame Hand.

Brothee our furelt Happiness we owe;

Eft Gift that Heav'ns Indulgence cou'd beftow!

Thou all the flying Pleasures doft restore,
Which, but for thee, bleft Mem❜ry, were no more:
For we no fooner grafp fome frail Delight,
But, ready for its everlasting Flight,
Ere we can call the hafty Blifs our own,
If not retain'd by thee, it is for ever gone.
Thou to the fond fuccefsful Lover's Heart,
A thoufand melting Raptures doft impart;
When, yet more lovely than herself, and kind,
Thou bring'ft his fancy'd Miftrefs to his Mind;
The flatt'ring Image wears a livelier Grace,
A fofter Mien, and more inticing Face.

Thou from the flying Minutes doft retrieve
The Joys, Chlorinda's Wit and Humour give;
Thofe Joys that I had once poffefs'd in vain,
Did not the dear Remembrance ftill remain :
She fpeaks, methinks, and all my Soul infpires,
Brightens each Thought, and gives my Muse new Fires;
'Tis the that lends my daring Fancy Wings,
Softens my Lyre, and tunes its warbling Strings.
Thou only to the Guilty art févere,

Who the Review of their paft Actions fear;
But to the Innocent and Virtuous Mind,
Art ftill propitious, fmiling ftill, and kind.
To thee we all thofe charming Pleasures owe,
The Pleasures that from gen'rous A&tions flow,
And they are fill the nobleft we poffefs below.

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