In the bleak wild ev'n Want by thee is blefs'd,
And pamper'd Pride without thee pines for reft.
The rich grow richer, while in thee they find
The matchless treasure of a fmiling mind.
Science by thee flows foft in social ease,
And virtue, lofing rigour, learns to please.
The goddess fummons each illuftrious name,
Bids the gay talk, and forms th' amufive game.
She, whofe fair throne is fix'd in human fouls,
From joy to joy her eye delighted rolls.
But where (the cried) is she, my favorite! she
Of all my race, the dearest far to me!
Whofe life's the life of each refin'd delight?
She faid-But no Tyrconnel glads her fight.
Swift funk her laughing eyes in languid fear;
Swift rofe the fwelling figh, and trembling tear.
In kind low murmurs all the lofs deplore!
Tyrconnel droops, and pleasure is no more.
The goddefs, filent, paus'd in museful air;
But Mirth, like Virtue, cannot long despair.
Celestial-hinted thoughts gay hope inspir'd,
Smiling the rofe, and all with hope were fir'd.
Where Bath's afcending turrets meet her eyes;
Straight wafted on the tepid breeze the flies,
She flies, her elder fifter Health to find;
She finds her on the mountain-brow reclin'd.
Around her birds in earliest concert fing;
Her cheek the femblance of the kindling spring;
Fresh-tinctur'd like a summer-evening sky,
And a mild fun fits smiling in her eye.
Loose to the wind her verdant vestments flow; 45
Her limbs yet-recent from the fprings below;
There oft the bathes, then peaceful sits secure,
Where every gale is fragrant, fresh, and pure;
Where flowers and herbs their cordial odours blend,
And all their balmy virtues fast ascend.
Hail, fifter, hail! (the kindred goddess cries) No common fuppliant ftands before your eyes. You, with whose living breath the morn is fraught, Flush the fair cheek, and point the cheerful thought! Strength, vigour, wit, depriv'd of thee, decline! 55 Each finer sense, that forms delight, is thine! Bright funs by thee diffuse a brighter blaze, And the fresh green a fresher green displays! Without thee pleasures die, or dully cloy, And life with thee, howe'er depress'd, is joy. Such thy vaft power!-The deity replies. Mirth never afks a boon, which Health denies, Our mingled gifts transcend imperial wealth; Health strengthens Mirth, and Mirth infpirits Health. These gales, yon fprings, herbs, flowers, and fun, are
Thine is their fmile! be all their influence thine.
Euphrofyne rejoins-Thy friendship prove!
See the dear, fickening object of my love!
Shall that warm heart, so cheerful ev'n in pain,
So-form'd to please, unpleas'd itself remain ?
Sifter! in her my smile anew display,
And all the focial world shall bless thy sway.
Swift, as the fpeaks, Health fpreads the purple
Soars in the colour'd clouds, and sheds the spring:
Now bland and sweet she floats along in air;
Air feels, and foftening own th' ethereal fair!
In ftill descent she melts on opening flowers,
And deep impregnates plants with genial fhowers,
The genial fhowers, new-rifing to the ray,
Exhale in rofeate clouds, and glad the day.
Now in a zephyr's borrow'd voice the fings,
Sweeps the fresh dews, and shakes them from her wings,
Shakes them embalm'd; or, in a gentle kiss,
Breathes the fure earnest of awakening blifs.
Sapphira feels it, with a foft furprize,
Glide through her veins, and quicken in her eyes!
Inftant in her own form the goddess glows,
Where, bubbling warm, the mineral water flows ;
Then, plunging, to the flood new virtue gives;
Steeps every charm; and, as fhe bathes, it lives! 90
As from her locks fhe fheds the vital fhower,
'Tis done! (fhe cries) thefe fprings poffefs my power!
Let thefe immediate to thy darling roll
Health, vigour, life, and gay-returning foul.
Thou fmil'ft Euphrofyne; and conscious fee,
Prompt to thy fmile, how Nature joys with thee.
All is green life! all beauty rofy-bright;
Full Harmony, young Love, and dear Delight!
See vernal Hours lead circling Joys along!
All fun, all bloom, all fragrance, and all fong! 100
Receive thy care! Now Mirth and Health combine. Each heart fhall gladden, and each virtue shine. Quick to Augufta bear thy prize away; There let her smile, and bid a world be gay.
TILL let low wits, who fenfe nor honour prize,
Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;
A living worth, because alive, exclaim,
Infult the exil'd, and the dead defame!
Such paint, what pity veils in private woes,
And what we fee with grief, with mirth expofe;
Studious to urge-(whom will mean authors spare ?)
The child's, the parent's, and the confort's tear:
Unconscious of what pangs the heart may rend,
To lose what they have ne'er deferv'd-a friend.
Such, ignorant of facts, invent, relate,
"Expos'd perfift, and answer'd still debate:
Such, but by foils, the cleareft luftre fee,
And deem afperfing others, praifing thee.
Far from these tracks my honeft lays aspire,
And greet a generous heart with generous fire.
Truth be my guide! Truth, which thy virtue claims!
This, nor the poet, nor the patron shames!
When party-minds shall lose contracted views,
And history question the recording Mufe;
'Tis this alone to after-times must fine,
And ftamp the poet and his theme divine.
Long has my Mufe, from many a mournful caufe, Sung with small power, nor fought fublime applaufe; From that great point she now shall urge her scope; 25 On that fair promise rest her future hope; Where policy, from state-illufion clear, Can through an open afpect shine fincere ; Where Science, Law, and Liberty depend,
And own the patron, patriot, and the friend ; 30%
(That breaft to feel, that eye on worth to gaze,
That fimile to cherish, and that hand to raife!)
Whose best of hearts her beft of thoughts inflame,
Whose joy is bounty, and whose gift is fame.
Where, for relief, flies Innocence diftrefs'd?
To you, who chace oppreffion from th' oppress'd:
Who, when complaint to you alone belongs,
Forgive your own, though not a people's wrongs ::
Who ftill make public property your care,
And thence bid private grief no more defpair.
Ask they what ftate your sheltering care shall own? Tis youth, 'tis age, the cottage, and the throne:
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