Ev'n the proud feas forget in tides to roll
Beneath the freezings of the Northern pole ;
There waves on waves in folid mountains rife,
And Alps of ice invade the wondering skies;
While gulphs below, and flippery vallies lie,
And with a dreadful brightness pain the eye;
But if warm winds a warmer air restore,
And fofter breezes bring a genial shower,
The genial fhower revives the chearful plain,
And the huge hills flow down into the main.
When the feas rage, and loud the ocean roars,
When foaming billows lafh the founding fhores
If he in thunder bid the waves fubfide,
The waves obedient fink upon the tide,
A fudden peace controls the limpid deep,
And the ftill waters in foft filence fleep.
Then heaven lets down a golden-ftreaming ray,
And all the broad expanfion flames with day:
In the clear glass the mariners defcry
A fun inverted, and a downward sky.
They who adventurons plow the watery way,
The dreadful wonders of the deep furvey;
Familiar with the ftorms their fails unbind,
Tempt the rough blast, and bound before the wind
Now high they mount, now fhoot into a vale,
Now fmooth their courfe, and feud before the gale;
There rolling monsters, arm'd in fcaly pride,
Flounce in the billows, and dash round the tide;
There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves,
And through the waves, a living island, roves;
In dreadful paflime terribly he sports,
And the vaft ocean fcarce his weight fupports;
Where'er he turns the hoary deeps divide,
He breathes a tempeft, and he spouts a tide.
Thus, Lord, the wonders of earth, sea, and air,
Thy boundless wisdom and thy power declare ;
Thou high in glory, and in might serene,
See'ft and mov'ft all, thyfelf unmov'd, unseen :
Should men and angels join in songs to raise
A grateful tribute equal to thy praise,
Yet far thy glory would their praise outshine,
Though men and angels in the song should join;
For though this earth with skill divine is wrought,
Above the guess of man, or angel's thought,
Yet in the fpacious regions of the skies
New scenes unfold, and worlds on worlds arise,
There other orbs, round other funs advance,
Float on the air, and run their mystic dance;
And yet the power of thy Almighty hand,
Can build another world from every fand :
And though vain man arraign thy high decree,
Till this juft! what is, that ought to be.
The Conclufion of an Epilogue to Mr. Southern's laft Play, call'd Money the Mistress.
THERE was a time, when in his younger years,
Our author's fcenes commanded files or tears;
And though beneath the weight of days he bends,
Yet, like the fun, he fhines as he defcends:
Then with applause, in honour to his age,
Difmifs your veteran foldier* off the stage;
Crown his laft exit with distinguish'd praise,
And kindly hide his † baldnefs with the bays.
The PARTING, a SONG, fet by Dr. Tudway, Profeffor of Mufic in Cambridge.
WHEN from the plains Belinda fled,
The fad Amintor ligh'd,
And thus while ftreams of tears he fhed,
The mournful fhepherd cry'd.
"Move flow, ye hours! thou time delay!
"Prolong the bright Belinda's stay:
"But you, like her, my prayer deny,
"And cruelly away ye fly.
Alluding to a vote of the Roman fenate, by which they decreed Cæfar a crown of laurel to cover
"Yet though the flies, the leaves behind
"Her lovely image in my mind;
"O! fair Belinda, with me ftay,
"Or take thy image too away!
"See! how the fields are gay around,
"How painted flowers adorn the ground!
"As if the fields, as well as I,
"Were proud to please my fair-one's eye.
"But now, ye fields, no more be gay,
"No more, ye flowers, your charms display!
'Tis defert all, now you are fled,
"And paradise is where you tread.
Unmov'd the virgin flies his cares,
To fhine at court and play,
To lonely fhades the youth repairs,
his life away.
On a FLOWER which Belinda gave me from
lovely offspring of the May,
Whence flow thy balmy odours, say!
Such odours-not the orient boasts!
Though Paradise adorn'd the coasts!
O fweeter than each flower that blooms,
This fragrance from thy bofom comes !
Thence, thence fuch sweets are fpread abroad,
As might be incenfe for a God!
When Venus stood conceal'd from view,
Her fon, the latent Goddefs knew,
Such fweets breath'd round! and thus we know
Our other Venus here below.
But fee! my faireft, fee this flower,
This fhort-liv'd beauty of an hour!-
Such are thy charms !-yet Zephyrs bring
The flower to bloom again in fpring:
But beauty, when it once declines,
No more to warm the lover fhines:
Alas! inceffant speeds the day,
When thou shalt be but common clay !
When I, who now adore, may see,
And ev'n with horror ftart from Thee!
But ere, fweet gift, thy grace confumes,
Show thou my fair-one how the blooms!
Put forth thy charms :-and then declare
Thyfelf lefs fweet, thyfelf lefs fair!
Then fudden, by a fwift decay,
Let all thy beauties fade away:
And let her in thy glass defcry,
How youth and how frail beauty die.
Ah! turn, my charmer, turn thy eyes
See how at once it fades, it dies!
Ambrofiæque come divinum vertice odorem
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