Where Orellano's rushing tide Roars on the rock's projected fide. Thy footsteps print the fairy green; 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, When by a murmuring rill reclin'd "Hail Innocence! celeftial maid! "What joys thy blushing charms reveal! Sweet, as the arbour's cooling fhade, "And milder than the vernal gale. "On thee attends a radiant Quire, 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 "Grant, heav'nly power! thy peaceful fway my ruder thoughts controul; May ftill 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 Angels watch its filent reft, |