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With joy I hear the folemn found,
And fighing gales repeat ;
At Wisdom's awful feat.
She loves the cool, the filent eve,
Beneath the lunar ray :
As in the glare of day.
O Pallas !
queen of ev'ry art, “ That glads the sense, or mends the heart's,
Bleft source of purer joys:
With pleasure and surprise ;
To thy unspotted shrine I bow,
That breathes no wild desires :
To nobler views aspires,
Not Fortune's gem, Ambition's plume,
Be objects of my pray’r:
The dull rewards of care.
To me thy better gifts impart,
By Itudious thought refin'd:
An empire o'er my mind.
When Fortune drops her gay parade,
And whither in the tomb,
In undecaying bloom..
By thee protected, 3 defy
Of ignorance and spite ;
Of undiscerning wit.
From envy, hurry, noise, and strife,
In thy retreat I reft ;
In all thy graces drest,
He bid Ilyfsus' tuneful ftream
Of perfect, fair, and good :
In awful filence stood,
Reclaim'd her wild licentious youth Confeft the potent voice of truth,
And felt it's just controul : . Tie passions ceas'd their loud alarms, And Virtues's soft persuasive charms
O'er all their senses stole.
Thy breath inspires the poets song,
The hero's, generous Atrife:
Of still domeftic life.
No more to fabled names confin'd To Thee, fupreme, all-perfect mind,
My thoughts direct their flight: Wisdom's thy gift, and all her force, From thee deriv'd unchanging source
Of intellectual light!
O send her sure, her steady ray
Through life's perplexing road:
To happiness and good!
Beneath her clear discerning eye.
Of Folly's painted show ;
Is, vanity and woe.
BY THE SAME. HE midnight moon serenely smiles
O'er Nature's soft repose; No low'ring cloud obscures the sky,
Nor ruffling tempest blows,
Now ev'ry passion finks to rest,
The throbbing heart lies Atill;
Distract the lab’ring will.
In silence hush'd to Reason's voice
Attends each mental power : Come, dear Emilia, and enjoy
Reflection's fav’rite hour,
Come; while the peaceful fcene invites,
Let's search this ample round, Where shall the lovely fleeting form
Of happiness be found!
Does it amidst the frolic mirth
Of gay assemblies dwell;
That shades the bermit's cell ?