Y heaven-born soul ! by body unconfined, Forestall the time, when, left each clog behind, Thy flight shall mount where never mortal trod. Sees better planets, basks in brighter beams, Though dust returned to dust the worms devour, High o'er the immense of space regains the world of mind. *Born 1753; died 1818. VOL. II. 8 II. ADDRESSED ΤΟ HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE PRINCE OF BRAZIL, ON TAKING LEAVE OF THE COURT OF LISBON, JULY, 1797. FAREWELL, ye flowery fields! where Nature's hand Profusely sheds her vegetable store, Nurtured by genial suns and zephyrs bland! Farewell, thou Tagus! and thy friendly shore: Insults thy ear.. Be what thy sires have been, Through seas unsailed before to climes of orient day. RICHARD BINGHAM DAVIS. I. TO MUSIC. YES, I must bid thy ecstasies farewell, Sweet soother of my soul! no more thy power, That oft has beamed upon the gloomy hour, Shall fold my spirit in ethereal spell. No more I'll watch thee, wafted on the wing Past is thy charm that could my bosom thrill, And when Eliza dwells not in the strain, Thy sweetest notes are harsh, my energies in vain. * Born 1771; died 1799. |