For my distracted mind What fuccour can I find; On whom for confolation Thall I call? Support me every friend; Your kind affiftance lend, To bear the weight of this oppreffive woe. My dear departed love, so much was thine, My books, the best relief In every other grief, Are now with your idea fadden'd all: Each favourite author we together read My tortur'd memory wounds, and speaks of Lucy dead. We were the happieft pair of human kind: The rolling year its various courfe 'perform'd, Another, and another fmiling came, And faw our happinefs unchang'd témaîn, Harmonious concord did our, wishes 'binu; That all this pleasing fabric Love had rais'd 'Of rate félicity, 'On which cv'n wanton Vice with envy 'gaz'd And every scheme of blifs our hearts had form'd With foothing hope for many a future day, In one fad moment broke! Yet O my foul! thy rifing murmurs ftay; With impious grief complain. That all thy full-blown joys at once should fade, Would thy fond love his grace to her controul; And, in these low abodes of, fin and pain,a »A Her pure exalted foul, Unjustly, for thy prätial good, detain ?- That heavenly radiance of eternal light, Is every mortal blifs; Een Love itself, if rifing by degrees, Beyond the bounds of this imperfect state, Whofe fleeting joy's fo foon muft end,“ It does not to it's fovereign good afcend. Rife, then, my foul, with hope elate, And feek thofe regions of ferene délight, Whofe peaceful path, and ever-open gate, No feet but those of harden'd Guilt fhall mifs: There Death himself thy Lucy fhail restore; There yield up all his power ne'er to divide you more, O DE TO WHILE REFLECTION. HILE penfive through the vale I bend my Where Stour (dear native stream) glides swift along, Come, ever friendly to the poet's lay, Come, fweet Reflection, aid my artless song. Be thou my guide through life's perplexed maze, Now Spring, with rofy cheek and airy tread, With early footsteps meet the blushing morn. While from the bushy haunts of men I rove, Do thou enlighten and expand my mind, And as I fray with thee at ev'ning hour, Shew Nature's wonders to my raptur'd eyes. Oft' let me there indulge Hope's foothing dream When fleep with ebon wand hath charm'd the town, As on the hill I ray, or where the fream, To liquid filver chang'd, flows bubbling down. While worlds on worlds unnumber'd round me roll praise : How great magnificent, fublime, the whole, Then in my breaft Devotion's altar raise. Oh! could mine eyes, like heav'n-taught Newton trace Thrice happy they to whofe enlarged minds Its truths difplay'd,-who freed from error's blind But themes like these so high above my Muse, And humbler, not lefs touching, scenes explore, The dear domeftic joys that glad the foul, The chearing fmiles of friendship, let me prove; Though ftill one wish will reign to crown the whole, 'Would Heav'n, propitious, grant Maria's love.' Prefumptuous wish! to think a nymph so fair, Nor aught I more than friendship hope to find, Then why complain? if Friendship's holy flame, Yet vain the maxims Reason would oppose, And vain to Hope, though ftill I blefs my chain. E'en thou, Reflection, doft but aid my woes Too weak thy influence, too fix'd my pain. |