And thou, my great forefather, son of Jove, THE HAPPY LIFE. BY SIR HENRY WOTTON. Who died in 1639. How happy is he born or taught That serveth not another's will; Whose passions not his masters are; Not tied unto the world with care Who hath his life from rumours freed, Nor ruin make oppressors great: Who envies none whom chance doth raise, Or vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given with praise; Nor rules of state, but rules of good. Who God doth late and early pray With a well-chosen book or friend! This man is freed from servile bands ODE ON SWEETNESS. BY ROBERTSON. OF damask cheeks and radient eyes, Let other poets tell; Within the bosom of the fair Superior beauties dwell, There all the sprightly powers of wit Its intellectual ray. But as the sun's refulgent light Heav'n's wide expanse refines ; With sov❜reign lustre through the soul Celestial sweetness shines. This mental beam dilates the heart, And heightens every grace. One glimpse can soothe the troubled breast, The heaving sigh restrain! Can make the bed of sickness please, And stop the sense of pain. Its power can charm the savage heart, To smiles convert the wildest rage, And melt the soul to love. When sweetness beams upon the throne, In majesty benign, The awful splendours of a crown With milder lustre shine. In scenes of poverty and woe, Thus when the blooming Spring returns Beneath its bright auspicious beams A thousand nameless beauties spring, A thousand virtues glow; A smiling train of joys appear, Unbounded Charity displays Her sympathizing charms; And Friendship's pure seraphic flame Almighty love exerts his power, 2 Nor shall the storms of age, which cloud Each gleam of sensual joy, And blast the gaudy flower's pride, These blest effects destroy. When that fair form shall sink in years, The beauty of thy heavenly mind Shall length of days defy. THE SWALLOWS. BY JAGO. ERE yellow Autumn from our plains retir'd, And gave to wintry storms the varied year, The swallow-race, with foresight clear inspir'd, To southern climes prepar'd their course to steer. On Damon's roof a grave assembly sate; Observe yon twitt'ring flock, my gentle maid, Observe and read the wondrous ways of Heav'n! With us through Summer's genial reign they staid, And food and lodging to their wants were given. |