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Where Orellano's rushing tide

Roars on the rock's projected fide.
Hence bursting o'er thy ripened mind,
Beams all the Father's thought refined :
Hence oft in filent vales unfeen,

Thy footsteps print the fairy green;
Or thy foul melts to ftrains of woe,
That from the willow's quivering bough
Sweet warbling breathe;-the Zephirs round
O'er Dee's smooth current waft the found,
When foft on bending ofiers laid
The broad fun trembling thro' the bed;
All-wild thy heav'n-rapt Fancy ftrays,
Led thro' the foul-diffolving maze,
Till Slumber downy-pinioned, near
Plants her strong fetlocks on thy ear;
The foul unfetter'd burfts away,
And basks enlarged in beamy day.

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ODE to INNOCENCE.

"T

WAS when the flow-declining ray

Had ting'd the cloud with evening gold;

No warbler pour'd the melting lay,
No found disturb'd the fleeping fold.

When by a murmuring rill reclin'd
Sat wrapt in thought a wandering fwain ;
Calm Peace compos'd his mufing mind;
And thus he rais'd the flowing strain

"Hail Innocence! celeftial maid!

"What joys thy blushing charms reveal!

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Sweet, as the arbour's cooling fhade,

"And milder than the vernal gale.

"On thee attends a radiant Quire,

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Soft-fmiling Peace, and downy Reft;

"With Love that prompts the warbling lyre, "And Hope that foothes the throbbing breast.

"O fent from heav'n to haunt the grove, "Where fquinting Envy ne'er can come !

"Nor

"Nor pines the cheek with luckless love, "Nor Anguish chills the living bloom.

"But fpotless Beauty rob'd in white
"Sits on yon mofs-grown hill reclin'd;
"Serene as heav'n's unfully'd light,
"And pure as Delia's gentle mind.

"Grant, heav'nly power! thy peaceful fway my ruder thoughts controul;

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Thy hand to point my dubious way, "Thy voice to foothe the melting foul !

"Far in the fhady sweet retreat

"Let Thought beguile the lingering hour;

"Let Quiet court the moffy feat,

"And twining olives form the bower.

"Let dove-ey'd Peace her wreath bestow,

"And oft' fit liftening in the dale,

"While Night's fweet warbler from the bough

"Tells to the grove her plaintive tale.

"Soft as in Delia's fnowy breaft,
"Let each confenting paffion move;

"Let Angels watch its filent reft,
"And all its blissful dreams be Love.

MISCELLANEOUS

POE M S.

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