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IV.

Should then the weary eye of grief,

Beside some sympathetic stream, In Number find a short relief,

Oh visit thou my soothing dream!

Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η

ON

Miss STANLE Y.

en Arife,

Above the joys, beyond the woes of life.
Fierce pangs no more thy ely beauties stain,
And sternly try thee with a year of pain :
No more sweet patience, feigning oft relief,
Lights thy lick eye, to cheat a parent's grief:
With tender art, to save her anxious groad,
No more thy bosom presses down its own:
Now well-earn'd peace is thine, and bliss Gincere:
Ours be the lenient, not unpleasing tear!

O born to bloom, then link beneath the storm;
To show us Virtue in her fairest form ;
To show us artless Reason's moral reign,
What boastful science arrogates in vain;
Th' obedient passions knowing each their part';
Calm light the head, and harmony the heart!

Yes, we must follow soon, will glad obey,
When a few funs have rollid their cares away,
Tir’d with vain life, will close the willing eye:
'Tis the great birth-right of mankind to die.

Blest

Bleft be the bark ! that wafts 'us to the shore,
Where death-divided friends shall part no more:
To join thee there, bere with thy dust repose,
Is all the hope thy hapless mother knows.

B...C... 6

To the REVEREND

: MR MURDOCH, RECTOR of Straddisball in Suffolk. 1738.

T

HUS fafely low, my friend, thou canst not fall::

Here reigns a deep tranquillity o'er alk. 1 No noise, no care, do vanity, no ftrife; Men, woods and fields, all breathe untroubled life. Then keep each pallion down, however dear; Trust me, che tender are the most severe. i's sui Guard, while 'tis thine, tly philosophic ease, tai And ask no joy but that of virtnous peace; ioco That bids defiance to the forms of fate: $ High bliss is only for a higher ftate,

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LATTER PART of the 6th Chapter of St Matthew,

WHE

7HEN my breast labours with oppreffive care,

And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear; While all my warring pallions are at strife, Oh, let me listen to the words of life!

Raptures

Raptures deep-felt his doctrine did impart,
And thus he rais'd from earth the drooping heart..

Think not, when all your feanty stores afford,
Is spread at once upon the sparing board;
Think not, when worn the homely robe appearson
While, on the roof, the howling tempest bears ;
What farther shall this feeble life sustain,
And what shall cloathe these shivering limbs again.-
Say, does not life its nourishment exceed?
And the fair body its investing weed?

Behold! and look away your low despair-
See the light tenants of the barren air:
To them, nor stores, nor granaries, belong,
Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing rong;
Yet your kind Heavenly Father bends his eye
On the least wing, that fits along the sky.
To him they fing, when spring renews the plain,
To him they cry, in winter's pinching reign;
Nor is their music, nor their plaint in vain :
He hears the gay, and the distressful call,
And with unsparing bounty fills them all.

Observe the rising lilly's snowy grace,
Observe the various vegetable race;
They neither toil, nor spin, but careless grow,
Yet see how.warm they bluch! how bright they glow!
What regal vestments can with them compare!
What king fo shining ! or what queen so fair!

If, ceaseless, thus the fowls of heaven he feeds,
If, o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads ;
Will be not care for you, ye faithless, fay?
Is he unwise ! or, are ye less tban they?

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I.
NE day the God of fond desire,

On mischief bent, to Damon said,
Why not disclose your tender fire,
Not own it to the lovely maid?

II.
The shepherd mark'd his treach'rous art,

And softly lighing, thus reply'd:
*Tis true you have subdu'd my heart,
But shall not triumph o'er my pride.

III. The Nave, in private only bears

Your bondage, who his love conceals; But when his palion he declares,

You drag him at your chariot-wheels.

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H

ARD is the fate of him who loves,

Yet dares not tell his trembling pain, But to the sympathetic groves,

But to the lonely listening plain !

Oh! when she blesses next your shade,

Oh! when her foot-steps next are seen In flowery tracts along the mead,

In fresher mazes o'er the green ;

Ve gentle spirits of the vale,

To whom the tears of love are deari, From dying lillies waft a gale,

And ligh my sorrow.s.in her ear.

O! tell ber, what she cannot blame,

Tho' fear my tongue must ever bind, Oh tell her that my virtuous flame

Is as her spotlefs soul refin'd.

Not her own guardian angel eyes

With chaster tenderness his care, Nor purer her own wishes rise,

Not holier her own sighs in prayer.

But if, at first, her virgin fear

Should start at love's fuspected name, With that of friendship foothe her ear

True love and friendship are the same.

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Unless to deck here sweeter breast,
In vain I rear the breathing flower :

II.
Awaken'd by the genial year,

In vain the birds around me sing ; In vain the fresh'ning fields appear :

Without my love there is no spring.

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POR ever, Fortune, wilt thou

prove
An unrelenting foe to love ;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between, and bid us part:

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