For his Reception was prepar'd with speed:
The Work as foon was finish'd as decreed.
All Things with wond'rous Hafte to Order move;
God long'd to fee what he design'd to love.
Yet e'er he wou'd admit this welcome Guest,
His Care (no less than Haste) his Love exprest.
He kindly view'd the Work his Word had done;
A Work for Man t' admire, and God to own:
His Footstool spoke the Grandeur of his Throne.
What late he bad, himself wou'd fee fulfill'd,
And found a fond Obedience to his Will.
The Sun was lavish of its glorious Light,
The Moon paid cheerful Tribute to the Night;
The glitt'ring Stars with Plenty crowd the Sky
In useful Order, to the careful Eye.

Large Troops of Guardian Angels throng the Air,
Waiting th' Approach of Man, their valu'd Care:
The Earth feems willing to prevent Defire;
All things to please th' expected Lord aspire.
The Wood contends for Beauty with the Plain,
Yet both fo fair, that both contend in vain.
The lofty Mountains boast their Grandeur, while
The humble Vallies plead their fruitful Soil.
The haughty boift'rous Sea is proud to name
The conftant Service Man from thence will claim;
While smoother gliding Streams are pleas'd to tell
What foft Delights in their Retirement dwell.
Ten thousand pleasant Flow'rs and Plants attend;
Each aims a Bleffing, each attains its End.
A num'rous Train of Beafts and Birds appear'd
In various Kinds, for various Ends prepar'd:
Some form'd for Ufe, and fome for Man's Delight;

Fond of Employment, jealous of their Right.

The Fish contending, haften to the Shoar,

A willing Sacrifice to Human Pow'r.

The whole Creation, plentifully ftor'd

With various Pleafures, joins with one Accord,

To pay a grateful Homage to th' approaching Lord.

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When God had thus perform'd this mighty Task'
And done for Man much more than Man cou'd askɔ
With facred Hands he form'd his noble Frame;
He form'd it worthy of the Maker's Name:
And, that he might his lively Image bear,
He gave a Soul Immortal to his Care;
With Reason, for his Choice of Good and Ill:
His Blifs was feated wholly in his Will.
And, thus accomplish'd, does Poffeffion take
Of what his God provided for his fake:
O'er all the Globe he caft a pleafing Eye,
To find his Wishes cou'd not foar too high
He thought, (fuch Bleffings dwelt within his Pow'r)
Since Man cou'd ask, that Heav'n cou'd grant no more.
Thus ravish'd with the Pleasures of his State,
He bow'd, and blef'd the Author of his Fate.
The kind, indulgent Parent, pleas'd to fee
Man's apt Acknowledgment, in Infancy,
Into his Nature ftrictly does enquire,
To find fome yet unfatisfy'd Defire:
He wish'd a fresh Occasion, to exprefs
A Father's Welcome to a Son's Addrefs.
Nor did his Wifh in fruitless Thought expire;
He found, at laft, a fecret struggling Fire.
For Man obferving, from an early Date,
The Fondness ev'ry Creature bore its Mate;
What pleafing Tranfports waited on their Love,
When o'er the fruitful Plains they us❜d to rove:
When he obferv'd with what Humility

The pow'rful Male wou'd court the weaker She;
What cheerful Proofs, from time to time, he gave,
How fond to ferve, how proud to be her Slave;
He foon concludes, fuch Bondage largely ftor'd
With Charms, beyond what Freedom cou'd afford:
Repines, to find fo partial a Decree,

And fighs, and mourns his hated Liberty.

But all his penfive Thoughts retir'd with speed, For Heav'n was ready at his time of Need;

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With Bleffings form'd to all he cou'd require
They differ only that th' exceed Defire.
While on a shady River's Bank he lyes,
Oppress'd with careful Thoughts, and weary'd Eyes,
A gentle Slumber yields a kind Relief,
And brings a charming Period to his Grief.
Woman, the choice Referve of God above,
The largest Inftance of his Pow'r and Love,
Woman, that ev'ry Soul with Love inspires,
The welcome Mover of that pleasing Fire,
Woman, the happy Centre of Defire,
Was form'd that Moment; and was kindly fent
To yield his waking Hour his Soul's Content.
Infpir'd with Love, she haften'd where he lay,
To bring the cheerful Tidings of the Day;
With youthful Modefty approach'd his Side,
She blush'd, to find the Longings of a Bride;
Still when he mov'd, her trembling Hopes prevail'd,
Her Love increas'd, but Refolution fail'd:
Such various Paffions of her Mind partake, [wake.
She ftill wou'd have him fleep, yet fongs that he fhou'd
While Hope and Fear are ftruggling in her Breaft,
He, cloy'd with his Repofe, and tir'd with Reft,
From Nature's earthy Pillow rais'd his Head,
Indulging various Thoughts his Dreams had bred,
Of kind Decrees, that late in Heav'n were fign'd,
To blaft his Troubles, and content his Mind.
Ideas infinite his Soul inflam'd,

Yet none fo fair as her whom God had fram'd.
The blooming Virgin, ftill attending by,
With all her Charms difplay'd, at length drew nigh,
While he furpriz'd, at what he thinks Divine,
Starts from his lace, and modeftly declines.
Yet e'er he could retire, fhe fix'd her Dart;
Not all his awful Thoughts could guard his Heart:
Such Charms he faw, that whatfoe'er the prov'd,
He had been more than Man, had he not lov'd.
Pleas'd with his Stay, yet lik'd to fee him fly,
Since it declar'd fuch Pow'r was in her Eye.

But Love, Almighty Love, prevail'd at length,
Upon a poor defenceless Virgin's Strength;
Her willing Feet her longing Arms obey'd,
Her fond Purfuit her yielding Heart betray'd:
Swift as her Wishes to his Arms she flies;
Where late the vanquish'd, she becomes the Prize,
And he repays the Conqueft of her Eyes.

Now all's on Fire, no Bounds our Lovers know,
The pleafing Tide of Love begins to flow;
Clafp'd in each others Arms they press, they kifs,
Confume in Pleasure, and diffolve in Blifs.
Their Souls, transported with their pleafing Strife,
Are loft, and wander to the Verge of Life;
Each Part partakes of Nature's kind Decree,
All's cloath'd in Joy, and rapt in Ecftafie.

Here reft, my Mufe, here leave the happy Pair,
Decline the mournful Tale of their Despair;
Leave their Misfortunes to another's Care.
Let thy perpetual Entertainments be,
Of Lovers happy to Eternity:

Of Love, that no ambitious Force can shake;
Of Love, triumphant, tho' the World's at ftake;
Let ev'ry thing thou fay'ft, contribute still
T'increase the Ardour of that Flame I feel.
For Happiness is weigh'd by Love alone,
By too much Liberty we are undone,

None's truly wretched, but whose Heart's his own.

To LOVE after a long INDIFFERENCE.

Elcome, thrice welcome to my frozen Heart,

WEL

Thou long departed Fire;

How cou'dft thou fo regardless be,

Of one fo true, fo fond as me,

Whofe early Thought, whofe firft Defires

Were pointed all to thee.

When in the Morning of my Day2

Thy Empire firft began,

Pleas'd with the Profpect of thy Sway,

Into thy Arms I ran;

Without referve my willing Heart I gave,
Proud that I had my Freedom loft,
Contending which I ought to boast,

The making thee a Sov'raign, or my felf a Slave.

Still I am form'd to Execute thy Will,
By me declare thy Pow'r and Skill;
My Heart already by thy Fire
Is fo prepar'd, is fo refin'd,

There's nothing left behind
But infinite Defire.

O! wou'dft thou touch that lovely Maid,
(Whofe Charms and thine I have obey'd)
With fuch another Flame,

The Heav'n that would appear in me,
Would speak fuch Goodness dwelt in Thee,
Thy Bow, thy Art

No more need guide thy Dart;

No Heart fo ftubborn, but at that would aim.

On the Death of the Marquis of BLANDFORD.

early bloom'd, and fo untimely dy'd

Pride;

A lofty Name, a Fortune unconfin'd,
The sweetest Temper, the most hopeful Mind;
The Muses with the Graces feem'd to join,
And Manly Wit appear'd in Form Divine.

As fragrant Flow'rs that late adorn the Field,
By Clowns rude Feet opprefs'd, their Glories yield:
Such are the Toys to which vain Mortals truft,
They fade, they wither, they confume to Duft.

Unhappy Parents! now, as Patriots, act;

While here they flatter, while they there detract;