Bid us ligh on from day to day,
And will, and with the soul away ;
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone?

But bufy busy still art thou,
To bind the loveless joyless vow,
The heart from pleasure to delude,
To join the gentle to the rude.
For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer, »

sil And I absolve thy future care.ib. All other bleflinge Trefiga,' qui: Make but the dear Amanda mine.

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29 TOME, gentle God of soft defire,

Come and poffefs my happy breast, iav.s. Not fory-like in flames and fire, : 1'.!!,

Or frantic folly's wildness dreft ; ;

But come in friendship's angel-guise:

Yet dearer thou than friendship art, More tender spirit in thy eyes,

More sweet emotions at the heart.

O come with goodness in thy train,

With peace and pleature void of storm; And wouldst thou me forever gain,

Put on Amandd's winning form.

That plaintive Atrain can ne'er belong to thee, Bleft in the full possession of thy love:

O lend that strain, sweet Nightingale, to me!

'Tis mine, alas! to mourn my wretched fate :

I love a maid who all my bosom charms, Yet lose my days without this lovely matez

Inhuman fortune keeps her from my arms.

You, happy birds! by nature's fimple laws

Lead your soft lives, fustain'd by nature's fare ;
You dwell wherever roving fancy draws,
And love and song is all your pleasing care:

... But we, vain Naves of interest and of pride,

Dare not be blest lest envious-tongues should blame And hence, in vain, I languish for my bride;

O mourn with me, sweet bird, my hapless flame.

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HE wanton's charms, however bright,

Are like the false illusive light,
Whose flattering uñauspicious Blaze
To precipices oft betrays:
But that fweet ray your beauties dart,
Which clears the mind, and cleads the heart,

Is like the facred Queen of night,
Who pours a lovely gentle light,
Wide o'er the dark, by wanderers bleft;
Conducting them to peace and rest.

A.yicious love depraves the mind, Is
'Tis anguilh, guilt, and folly join'd;
But Seraphina's eyes dispense
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Such as in visions angels thed
Around the heav'n-illumin'd head.
To love thee, Seraphina, fure,
Is to be tender, happy, pure ;
'Tis from low passions to escape,...ni prisielt
And woo bright virtue's fairelt shape;
'Tis extasy with wisdom join'de o:
And heaven infus'd into the mind.

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Ye unseen beings, to my harp repair,

And raise majestic strains, or melt in love.

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Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid,

With what soft woe they thrill the lover's heart !
Sure from the hand of fome unhappy maid,
Who dy'd of love, these fweet complainings part.

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But hark! that itrain w of a graver tone,

On the deep strings his hand some herinit throws;
Or be the sacred Bard t, who fat alone,
In the drear waste, and wept his people's woes.

IV.
Such was the song which Zion's children fung,

When by Euphrates* stream they made their plaint:
And to such fadly-Solemn notes are ftrung
Angelic harps, to soothe a dying faint."

V. Methinks I hear the full celestial choir,

Thro' heaven's high dome their awful anthem raise;
Now chanting clear, and now they all conspire
To fwell the lofty hymn, from praife to praise.

VI,
Let me, ye wand'ring Spirits of the wind,

Who, as wild fancy prompts you, touch the string,
Smit with your theme, be in your chorus join'd,
For, till you cease, my Muse forgets to fing.

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AIL, mildly-pleasing Politude,

Companion of the wise and good,
But, from whose holy, piercing eye,
The herd of fools and villains fly.

Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
And listen to thy whisperd talk,
Which innocence and truth imparts,
And melts the most obdurate hearts.

A thousand shapes you wear with ease,
And still in every shape you please.
Now wrapt in fonie mysterious dream,

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A lone philosopher you seem;
Now quick from hill to válé'y

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And now you sweep the vaulted sky.
A shepherd next, you haunt the plain,

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grace
Of that sweet passion in your face ::
Then, calm’d to friendfhip, you assume
The gentle-looking HARTFORD's bloom,
As, with her MUSIDORA, the
(Her MUSIPORA fond of thee)
Amid the long withdrawing vales :
Awakes the rival'd nightingale.

Thine is the balmy breath of morn,
Just as the dew-bent rose, is born;.

And

A lover now,