THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LADY
VISCOUNTESS TYRCONNEL'S
RECOVERY AT BATH.
HERE Thames with pride beholds Augusta's
WHER charms,
And either India pours into her arms;
Where Liberty bids honest arts abound,
And pleasures dance in one eternal round;
High-thron'd appears the laughter-loving dame,
Goddess of mirth! Euphrofyne her name.
Her fmile more cheerful than a vernal morn;
All life! all bloom! of Youth and Fancy born.
Touch'd into joy, what hearts to her submit!
She looks her Sire, and fpeaks her Mother's wit. 10
O'er the gay world the sweet inspirer reigns;
Spleen flies, and Elegance her pomp fuftains.
Thee, goddess! thee! the fair and young obey;
Wealth, Wit, Love, Music, all confess thy sway.
In the bleak wild ev'n Want by thee is blefs'd,
And pamper'd Pride without thee pines for rest.
The rich grow richer, while in thee they find
The matchlefs treasure of a finiling mind.
Science by thee flows foft in focial eafe,
And virtue, losing rigour, learns to please.
The goddefs 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 the, my favorite! fhe
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 goddess, 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 she 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 fpring;
Fresh-tinctur'd like a fummer-evening sky,
And a mild fun fits fmiling in her eye.
Loofe to the wind her verdant vestments flow;
Her limbs yet-recent from the springs below;
There oft she 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 stands before your eyes. You, with whofe 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 fenfe, 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 ftrengthens 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, fo cheerful ev'n in pain,
So form'd to please, unpleas'd itself remain ?
Sifter! in her my fmile anew display,
And all the focial world shall bless thy sway.
Swift, as he speaks, Health fpreads the purple wing,
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`æthereal fair!
In still descent she melts on opening flowers,
And deep impregnates plants with genial fhowers,
The genial fhowers, new-rising to the ray,
Exhale in rofeate clouds, and glad the day.
Now in a zephyr's borrow'd voice she 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 bliss.
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 she bathes, it lives! 90
As from her locks fhe fheds the vital shower,
'Tis done! (fhe cries) these springs poffefs my power!
Let these immediate to thy darling roll
Health, vigour, life, and gay-returning foul.
Thou fmil' 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;
At 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 fpare?)
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. 10
Such, ignorant of facts, invent, relate,
Expos'd perfift, and answer'd ftill debate:
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