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How pleased he looks! my words have reach'd his He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.” (ear;
She ceased. The cloud on which she seemd to Its curls unfolded, and around her spread; (tread Bright angels wast their wings to raise the cloud, And sweep their ivory lutes, and sing aloud ; The scene moves off, while all its ambient sky Is turn'd to wondrous music as they fly; And soft the swelling sounds of music grow, And faint their softness, till they fail below.,
My downy sleep the warmth of Phæbus broke, And while my thoughts were settling, thus I spoke. Thou beauteous vision! on the soul impress'd, When most my reason would appear to rest, 'Twas sure with pencils dipp'd in various lights, Some curious angel limn'd thy sacred sights; From blazing suns his radiant gold he drew, While moons the silver gave, and air the blue. I'll mount the roving winds' expanded wing, And seek the sacred hill, and light to sing ; ('Tis known in Jewry well) I'll make my lays, Obedient to thy summons, sound with praise.
But still I fear, unwarm’d with holy flame, I take for truth the flatteries of a dream; And barely wish the wondrous gift I boast, And faintly practise what deserves it most.
Indulgent Lord! whose gracious love displays Joy in the light, and fills the dark with ease! Be this, to bless my days, no dream of bliss ; Or be, to bless the nights, my dreams like this.
HYMN TO CONTENTMENT.
Lovely, lasting peace of mind!
With more of happiness below
Ambition searches all its sphere
Lovely, lasting peace, appear; This world itself, if thou art here, Is once again with Eden bless'd, And man contains it in his breast.
'Twas thus, as under shade I stood, I sung my wishes to the wood, And, lost in thought, no more perceived The branches whisper as they waved : It seem'd as all the quiet place Confess'd the presence of his grace.
When thus she spoke : Go rule thy will,
Oh! by yonder mossy seat,
The sun that walks his airy way,
Go search among your idle dreams,
John PHILIPS. 1676-1708.
THE SPLENDID SHILLING.
“Sing, heavenly Muse! Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme,”
A shilling, breeches, and chimeras dire. Happy the man, who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leather purse retains A splendid shilling : he nor hears with pain New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale; But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpie or Town Hall* repairs; Where, mindful of the nymph whose wanton eye Transfix'd his soul and kindled amorous flames, Chloe or Phillis, he each circling glass Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love. Meanwhile he smokes and laughs at merry tale, Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. But I, whom griping penury surrounds, And Hunger, sure attendant upon Want, With scanty offals and small acid tiff (Wretched repast!) my meager corpse sustain : Then solitary walk, or doze at home In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regale chill'd fingers : or from tube as black As winter-chimney or well-polish'd jet, Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming scent: Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size, Smokes Cambro-Briton (versed in pedigree, Sprung from Cadwallador and Arthur, kings Full famous in romantic tale) when he, O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Upon a cargo of famed Çestrian cheese, High over-shadowing rides, with a design To vend his wares, or at the Arvonian mart,
+ Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700.
Or Maridunum, or the ancient town
Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow,
Beware, ye debtors ! when ye walk, beware,