His cheeks, where love and beauty glow'd, A deadly pale o'ercaft; So fades the fresh rofe in his prime, Before the northern blast. The parents now, with late remorfe, And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs, 'Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your fouls Sweet mercy yet can move, Let thefe dim eyes once more behold She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd, But oh! his fifter's jealous care (A cruel fifter the !) Forbad what EMMA came to fay, Now Now homeward as the hopeless went, The church-yard path along, The blaft blew cold, the dark owl scream'd Amid the filent gloom of night, In every bush his hovering fhade, Alone, appall'd, thus had fhe pafs'd The vifionary vale, When lo! the death-bell fmote her ear, Sad founding in the gale. Just then the reach'd, with trembling steps, He's gone, fhe cry'd, and I fhall fee I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my fide: From her white arm down funk her head; She shiver'd, figh’d, and dy’d. ODE TO WISDOM. * HE folitary bird of night ΤΗ Thro' the thick shades now wings his flight, And quits his time-fhook tow'r : Where, fhelter'd from the blaze of day, In philofophic gloom he lay Beneath his ivy bow'r. With joy I hear the folemn found, Which midnight echoes waft around, And fighing gales repeat. Fav'rite of Pallas! I attend, She loves the cool, the filent eve, Here * By Miss Carter. Here folly drops each vain difguife, O Pallas! Queen of ev'ry art, That glads the fense and mends the heart, At thy unfpotted fhrine I bow; Not Fortune's gem, Ambition's plume, Be objects of my pray'r: The dull rewards of care. To me thy better gifts impart, For Wealth the fmiles of glad Content; When Fortune drops her gay parade, By thee protected, I defy The coxcomb fneer, the ftupid lye Of ignorance and spite; Alike condemn the rigid fool, And all the pointed ridicule. Of undifcerning wit. From envy, hurry, noife, and ftrife, In thy retreat I rest; Pursue |