Of graces mild, far be the Stoic boast, At Plato's table, or at Tufculum, The Roman feafting his felected friends. Tamer of pride! at thy ferene rebuke Tutor of human life, aufpicious guide, Whose faithful clue unravels every Muse, Whose conduct smooths the roughest paths; whofe voice Controuls each storm, and bids the roar be still: O condefcend to gild my darksome roof: HENCE fage, myfterious Law, That fitt'ft with rugged brow, and crabbed look O'er thy black-letter'd book, And the night-watching student strik'st with awe; Away Away with thy dull train, Slow-pac'd Advice, Surmife, and fquint-ey'd Doubt; Dwell with the noisy rout Of bufy men, 'mid cities and throng'd halls, And enmity and ftrife thy ftate fuftain. Sweet Vacation. Thee, of yore, As he one funny morn beheld her And, with softly-sliding pace Fill'd her with thee; and joy and mirth Hung on thy aufpicious birth. Come, fweet goddess; full of play, Ever unconfin'd and gay, Bring the leifure-hours with thee Leading on the Graces three The Holidays, a smiling train: Whofe Whofe fair brows let Peace ferene Bring too Health with ruddy cheek, Of exercises, chace, and flight, Nimble feats, and playful bouts, Not her who fondly fitteth near, - Dull Indolence in elbow'd chair ; But Eafe who aids th' harmonious Nine, Tuning their inftruments divine, And without whom, in lofty ftrain, Phoebus' client tries in vain To raise his feeble voice above The crowd, and catch the ear of Jove. And do thou, Vacation, deign To let me pass among thy train; So So may I thy vot❜ry true, In some friendly rural feat; Where I gladfome oft' furvey Woods and lawns and lakes between, Fallow grounds of tawny hue, Rifing black: fuch thofe of old Where British druids wont to hold Oft' I admire the verdant steep, Among the grazing cattle, flow VOL. VI. M Moves Moves the bull with heavy tread There onward, drefs'd in homely guise, Some unregarded maiden hies, Stops to infnare, with speech beguiling, The lively sports of country wake, I While, |