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Oh ! fee me fhed the the tender parting tear !
Too foon, alas ! the beft of friends I mourn ;
To foon with cyprefs deck thy filent urn ;
Too foon my mufe employs her fofteft lays.
To paint my grief, and to attempt thy praife.
Oh ! warm my bofom whilfl thy worth I fing ;
Oh ! teach my hand to touch the plaintive firing.
Mournful the fubjecSt, mournful be my fong,
Andletfoft forrows each fad line prolong ;
All joy, all comfort, from my foul is fled.
Since thou art number'd with the fleeping dead.
By moon light oft I lonely feek the plain,
Sooth my diftrefs, and fondly nurfe my pain 5



There



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There mufe on fcenes I've pail: with thee before.

And weep to think thofe fcenes can be no more.

How oft in pleas'd attention have I hung,

While wifdom roll'd harmonious from thy tongue !

In precepts forni'd to guide my heedlefs youth,

Thro' the bright paths of ever radiant truth.

Such were the virtues that adorn'd thy breafl:.

To knov/ thee well, was to efteem thee befl :

Heav'n to the fweetnefs of thy fex had join'd.

An a6live fpirit, a heroic mind ,

A woman foft, as far as foftnefs can,

In noble refolution more than man.

Religion pure thy fpotlefs bofom fir'd,

And all thy anions, all thy thoughts infpired :

And yet thy foul would ever turn afide

With jufl difdain from oftentatious pride ;

Whatever fortune Heav'n defign'd, 'twas thine,

A bright example in that fphere to fliine.

'Twas thine to grace each varying flate of life.

The tend'reft mother, and the fondefl wife ;

Faithful in friendfhip, true to ev'ry truft.

And to thy God, thyfelf, and neighbour jufl;

As far, at leaft, as mortal powers can go,

For ftrifl perfection dwells not here below.

Long hadH: thou liv'd to blefs thy weeping friends.

Long hadfl thou liv'd for many a glorious end.

If * Poind J ghofl had not forbid thy ftay ;

His beck'ng ghoft invited thee away.

Polho the wife, the generous, and the young,

Whofe early fate the forrowing mufe hath fung.

What
* Her fon, Mr. William Wilcock's was the occafion of hers.



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What tho' thy body moulders into duft,
Thy fpirit joins him mid th' encircling juft.
E'en now I fee thee in thofe heav'nly plains.
Where perfe<5l blifs, and peace eternal reigns 5
Where paiii and forrow can no more annoy.
But thy foul drinks of never ending joy :
Where all the bitternefs of grief is o'er,
And death's cold pangs ihall agonize no more :
There ihalt thou liflen to the heav'nly found
Of cherubim and feraph chaunting round 5
In fongs celeflial thou flialt there adore,
Hhn that fhall lafl when time iliall be no more.



VERSES



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VERSES

In/cubed to the officers of the 35/^ regiment on their embarkation for
the expedition againjl Leuijbourg.



XT

-i-M OW warmer funs, once more bid nature fmilc.

The new-born fpring peeps from the teaming foil :

From ice the ftreams, the fields from fnow are free

And bloffoms fwell on every pregnant tree :

The foftened feafon melts in fudden ftiow'rs.

And April d\\ her flow'ry treafures pours ;

Well might I fmg the early warbling lay

Of rural fongflers at the dawn of day ;

The riv'let winding thro' the long drawn vale.

The new cloth'd mountain, the green tufted dale \

Or fhepherd's pipe, that in melodious ftrains,

Welcomes the fpring to vaheys, hills and plains.

But thefe I leave, and for the afpiring mufe,

A nobler theme, a loftier fubjefl choofe.

This is the feafon whofe warm rays infpire.

Hero ic bofoms with a martial fire :

To war's alarms all fofter pleafures yield,

And ev'ry Briton burns to take the field.



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The drums loud beat, the fife's jQirill foaringlay,
The trumpet's clangor, the dread cannon's play ;
All, all confpire to bid the heroes go
And thunder vengeance on the daring foe.
Ye who have roll'd the winter months away.
In fcenes of pleafure and in paftimes gay ;
At home endow'd with ev'ry art to pleafe, ,
Of free politenefs and becoming eale ;
Abroad, the noble champions of our caufe,
ProtecSlors of our liberties and laws.

Long have you known the gently thrilling fires
Which beauty kindles and which love infpires j
Long have enjoy'd the graces of the fair.
To pleafe and to be pleas'd was all your care :
Far other tranfports now your bofoms warm.
Far other glories your ambition charm. —
Go, feek for conqueft where loud tumults reign.
Where death runs liquid o'er the impurpled plain ;
Wherevidf or's fhouts, and vanqwifh'd warriors cries
In clouds of fmoke promifcuoufly arife,
And undiflinguifh'd reach the vaulted fkies ;
Where defolation flalks the tragic field.
Where Britons conquer, and where Frenchmen yield*

See on the furface of that rolling tide
Fall moor'd the proud expelling navies ride :
They loofe their flreamers f r om each top mafl height,
And fpread their wings, impatient for the fight ;
Eager thro' feas, to waft you hence away.
Where laurels flrew the field, and honours crown the day.

Oh !



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Oh I may indulgent heav'n affiftance to lend !
Oh ! may lliccefs Britannia's arms attend :
Let ev'ry fword a keen dtflru(5lion wear ;
Each well aim'd Ipear a pointed vengeance bear ;
And may each heroe, that we fend from home.
Back to our wifhing arms a glorious conqueror come.



SONG



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SONG.



I.



H



EAR, heav'nly goddefs, queen of love !
A heart that owns thy fire ;
Let my diflreis thy pity move,
And grant my fond defirc.



II.

Far abfent from my fouFs delight,

I languifh and complain :
In tender accents day and night,

I footh my fecret pain.

III.

Penfive, I feek the lonely bow*r,
Where to my cheated view,

Falfe fancy, by her magic pow*r.
Doth former fcenes renew.

IV.

And Strephon^s look, and Strephon^s fmile,

Pleafe my deluded eye ;
His fancied prefence, for a while,

Affords a fliort-liy'd joy.



V.



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V.

Since then no longer, as before,

His converie I enjoy •,
Thus let my Strephon ever more

My faithful mind employ.

VI.

Whene'er foft fleep fhall over mc
Its happy influence ihed,

Oh ! let his airy image be
Still hov'ring round my bed I

VII.

"With ev'ry native charm and grace
Adorn the lovely youth ;

And in the fweetnefs of his face,
Paint conftancy and truth.



On



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On the late successful expedition against
LOUISBOURG.



/\.T length 'tis done, the glorious confli6t*s done,

And Britifh valour hath the conquefl won :
Succefs our arms, our heroes, honour crowns.
And Louifbourg an Englifli monarch owns !
Swift, to the fcene where late the valiant fought.
Waft me, ye mufes, on the wings of thought —
That awful fcene, where the dread god of war
O'er fields of death roU'd his triumphant car :
There yet, with fancy's eye, methinks I view
The preffing throng, the fierce affault renew :
With dauntlefs front advance, and boldly brave
The cannon's thunder, and th' expefting grave.

On yonder clifF, high hanging o'er the deep,
Where trembUng joy cUSibsthe darkfome fteep 5
Britannia lonely fitting, from afar
Waits the event, and overlooks the war ;
Thence, roll her eager wand'ring eyes about,
In all the dread anxiety of doubt ;
Sees her fierce fons, her foes with vengeance fmite,
Grafp deathlefs honours, and maintain the fight.
Whilft thus her breaft alternate paflions fway.
And hope and fear wear the Qow hours away.

See!



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See f from the realms of everlafliiiff llcht,

A radiant form wings her aerial flight.

The palm (lie carries, and the crown fhe wears,

Plainly denote 'tis ViEiory appears :

Her crimfon veftment loofely flows behind.

The clouds her chariot, and her wrings the wind :

Trumpets flirill founding all around her play.

And laurell'd honours gild her azure way —

Now fhe alights — the trumpets ceafe to found,

Her prefence fpreads expefling filence round : —

And thus ^i\.t fpeaks ; whilfl: from her heav'nly face

Effulgent glories brighten all the place —



" Britannia, hall ! thine is at length the day.
And lailing triumphs fhall thy cares repay ;
Thy godlike fons, by this^ their names fhall raife.
And tongues remote fliall joy to fwell their praife.
I to the lifli'ning world will foon proclaim
Of JVoIfe a. brave deeds, the never-dying fame,
And fwell with glory JmherJFs patriot name.
Such are the heroes that fliall ever bring
Wealth to their country, honour to their king :
Oppofmg foes, in vain attempt to quell
The native fires that in fuch bofoms dwell.
To thee, with joy, this laurel I refign.
Smile, fmile, Britannia ! viftory is thine.
Long may it flourifh on thy facred brow !
Long may thy foes a forced fabjeftion know !
See, fee their pow'r, their boafled pow'r decline !
Rejoice Britannia ! viflory is thine."



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Give your loofe canvas to the breezes free,
Ye floating thund'rers, bulwarks of the fea :
Go, bear the joyful tidings to your king,
And, in the voice of war, declare 'tis viftory you bring
Let the wild croud that catch the breath of fame,
In mad huzzas their ruder joy proclaim :
Let their loud thanks to heav'n in flames a;fcend,
While mingling fliouts the azure concave rend.
But let the few, whom reafon makes more wife.
With glowing gratitude uplift their eyes :
Oh ! let their breafts dilate with fober joy.
Let pious praife their hearts and tongues employ ;
To blefs our God with me let all unite.
He guides the conq'ring fword, he governs in the fight.



D A PRO-



* The Englifh forces landed at Louifbourg, June 8, 1758;
and entered the city in triumph on the 37th of July following.



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A PROLOGUE
SPOKEN BY Mr. lewis hall am, at the opek«

ING OF A THEATRE AT PHILADELPHIA.






A O bid reviving virtue raife her head.
And far abroad her heav'nly influence fhedj
The foul by bright examples to infpire.
And kindle in each breaft celeflial fire :
For injur'd innocence to waken fear j
For fuiF'ring virtue fwell the gen'rous tear ;
Vice to expofe in each afTum'd difguife.
And bid the mill to vaniili from your eyes,
With keener paffion, that you may detefl
Her hellifli form, however like virtue drefl :
The mufe to cherifli, genius to infpire.
Bid fancy flretch the wing, and wit take lire —
For thefe vv^e come — for thefe ereft our ftage.
And fliew the manners of each clime and age :
For thefe we come — oh ! may your fmiles attend ,
The pleafmg tailc, and all our toils befriend.
— Away ye fenfelefs, ye whom nought can move.
Vice to abhor, or virtue to approve ;
Whofe fouls could ne'er enjoy the thought fublime,
Whofe ears ne'er taite the mule's flowing rhime.

But ye whofe breafts the pcv/'rs of foftnefs know,
Who long have learnt to feei another's woe ;

Nor



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Nor blufh to heave the fympathetic figh.
Or drop the pious tear from pity's eye ;
Attend our work, and may you ever find
Something to pleafe and to improve the mind :
That as each different flow'r that decks the field
Does to the bee mellifluous fweetnefs yield :
So may each fcene fome ufeful moral fhow ;
From each performance fweet infl:ru6lion flow*
Such is OUT aim — your kind afTent we afk,
That once obtain'd, we glory in the talk.



© 2 E P I^



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EPILOGUE FOR TAMERLANE,

sroKEN BY Mrs. DOUGLAS,



(JNCE more, as cuflom hath ordam'd, I come

To fpeak the epilogue, and learn our doom :
Oh ! may you be to our endeavours kind.
And let us hope your glad applaufe to find !

The moral of our play I need not tell,
You who obferv^d it fure muft know it well.
In all her glory virtue flood confeft,
With jufl rewards and happy triumphs bleil :
Whilft fullen tyranny no more to rife.
Low in the dull:, debas'd and vanquilh'd lies.
Who but abhors a Bajazet to fee ?
Who would not wiih a Tamerlane to be ?
Oh ! lovely virtue, fuch thy charms appear.
That e'en thy greatefl foes thy name revere !
And you, ye fair ! in bright Arpafia find
Merit well worthy to engage the mind.
How firmly fix'd was her unfhaken love,
Which neither threats nor ofFer'd crowns could move?
Too few, I fear, are like Arpafia found,
For fuch heroic conflancy renown'd.
— But hark ! — methinks I hear a voice this way
Which feems, in angry accents, thus to fay ;

"Why



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*' Why, ■what a ftupid 'Epilogue is this :
" Let's flop her ferious prating with a hifs."— *
Good fir, have patience, I fhall foon have done ;
But one ftiort fentence more and I'll be gone.

Hail happy people ! thus with freedom bleft,
By no infulting Bajazet opprefl !
Fair virtue here fhall fix her radiant throne,
And ignorance and vice in fetters grone.
Here polifh'd learning fhall adorn the mind.
And merit ever due refpeft fhall find ;
Whilft Britifh liberty — celeftial found.
Bids ev'ry heart be gay, and nature fmile around?



PROLOGUE



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A PROLOGUE

IN PRAISE OF MUSIC — SPOKEN BY Mr. HaLLAM,

jit a play given for furchajing an organ for the college-hall in,

Philadelphia.



VV ITH grateful joy encircling crouds we view.
Well pleas'd the friends of mufic are not few \
Such worthy patrons may it ever find.
And rule with gentle fway the human mind.

When the loud organ fills the facred choir^
The pious foul is wrapt in holy fire ;
The trembling ifies the folemn airs refound.
And lifi'ning angels hang attentive round ;
Harmonious flrains with high devotion join,
And facred themes make mufic more divine.

Another joy delights yon love-fick fwain,
Soft founds alone can footh his am'rous pain.
And ev'ry warble thrills through evVy vein.

Whilil the bold warrior hails the loud alarms.
When drums and trumpets call to arms ! to arms \
His eager foul imbibes the martial fi:rain.
And haftes to prefs the yielding foe again.



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Such pow'r hath mufic o'er the human foul,
Mufic the fierceft paffions can controul ;
Touch the nice fprings that fway a feeling heart,
Sooth evVy grief, and joy to joy impart.
Sure virtue's friends and mufic are the fame.
And blefl that perfon is that owns the facred flame.



CHA-



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CHARITY, A POEM.

PeVinjered by the author at a public commencement in the college «f
Philadelphia, May i, 1760.



X O grace the pomp of this aufpicious day.
Once more with joy, we fwell th' adventurous lay.
Oh ! thou, who oft from yon Pierian height.
Mid aether pure directs thy eafy flight !
DifFufive ardor to my fong impart,
And with rhy fire dilate my glowing heart \
Say, who is ilie that firlt in virtue's train.
With grace celeftial treads th' ideal plain ?
Her awfnl beauty dignifies the place.
And niodefl: joy illumines all her face ;
Around her form effulgent glories play.
Mild as the luflre of the dawning day—
'Tis Charity, th' enraptur'd mufe replies,
'Tis Charity, bright offspring of the fkies.

On the proud top of that afpiring height.
Stands OJlentationh fane, expos'd to fight ;
The front, whofe fummits pierce the vaulted fl-cy.
Gay gilded glitter to the difiiant eye ;
O'er the rich portal, in a golden glare.
The name of Charity is written fair —

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'Tis all deception — charity wc know

Loves not to dwell mid pomp and empty fhow.

There rural joys in vain we hope to find^

'Tis all a barren wildernefs behind ;

No dying mufic melts upon the ear,

And not one rofe perfumes the fickly air.

But down in yonder vale, reclufe from fight.
An humble dwelling ftands, feat of delight —
Where foft ey'd Charity retir'd is found,
'Mid thoufand fweets that circle her around.
No high wrought arches lead the pompous way, ,
No gilded domes outfiiiae the face of day j
A fecret path enrich'd with many a fweet
Dire<fl her vot'ries to the blefl retreat ;
There, rural beauties all the fenfes pleafe.
And liquid mufic floats in ev'ry breeze.

Happy, thrice happy, he whofe pious breaft
Detains foft Charity, a glowing gueft !
"Whofe lib'ral hand, as far as pow'r is giv'n.
Spreads blelfings round him, like the hand of heav'n :
Who glows with love, gen'rous and unconlin'd,
Whofe bofom burns for good of all mankind :
Who rears the head of virtue in diftrefs.
Rejoicing ever in the pow'r to blefs.
How oft, in forrows clouded, may we find
The fliining traces of a gen'rous mind ?
How oft doth want and ignorance control
The ftruggling efforts of a mighty foul ?
See yonder youth, whom inaufpicious fate
Hath flink obfcurely in u low elfate :

What



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What tho' by birth, no titles, wealth, or fame.

With borrowed glories deck his humble name ?

Yet natureie courteous hand with care moft kind^

Hath form'd his body, and enrich'd his mind :

Life glows as warm in ev'ry throbbing part,

And blood as rich flows round his beating heart.

Faft bound in ignorance, by want fuppreft.

An acftive foul flept filent in his breaft.

Oh ! pious Charity : to call it forth.

And bid it rife to dignity and worth ;

To warm his breaft with fentiments refined.

And dawn the day of knowledge on his mind :

To teach him virtue's dictates to purfue,

And place the rocks of error in his view.

* Some fuch there are, without whole friendly care.

Long had his feeds of glory flumber'd there :

Without whofe bounty all his pow'rs had been

The flaves of ignorance, perhaps of fni.

Of deeds Hke thefe, oh ! who Ihall fnig the praifc.

Weak is the mule, and feeble are her lays —

But angels filver-tongu'd from heav'n fhail part

To whifper bleffings to the bounteous heart :

And thofe who juftly Charity regard.

Will find that virtue is her own reward.

DESCRIP-

* The truftecs of the college, who maintain a cliarity fchool for
70 poor children.



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DESCRIPTION OF a CHURCH.



xVs late beneath the hallow'd roof I trod,
Where faints in holy rapture feek their God ;
Where heart flung finners fuing Heav'n for grace,
With tears repentant confecrate the place.
Oh ! how my foul was ftruck with what I faw.
And flirunk within me in religious awe :

The maffy walls, which feem'd to fcorn the rage
Of battering tempefl and of mouldering age ;
In long perfpeflive ilretch'd, till breadth and height
Were almoft loft in diftance from the fight ;
With monumental decorations hung,
They fpoke mortality with filent tongue.
There, forrowing feraphs heav'nward lift their eyes.
And little cherubs weep foft elegies.
I trod — and flarted at the mighty noife ;
The hollow pavement lifted up its voice ;
The fwelling arch receiv'd the rifing found,
Refponfive to the ftroke the walls around.
And fent it murmVing to the the vaults around
Thro' lengthen'd aifles prolong'd the folemn found.



■ 1

snd.J



Far in the weft, and noble to the fight.
The gilded organ rears its tow'ring hei^t:

And



c «o :

And hark ! methlnks I from its bofom hear, •^

Soft ifTulng founds that fteal upon the ear >

And float ferenely on the liquid air. )

Now by degrees more bold and broad they grow.
And riot loofely thro' the ifles below ;
'Till the full organ lifts its utmoft voice.
And my heart fliudders at the powerful noife :
Like the laft trump, one note is heard to found
That all the malTy pillars tremble round :
The firm fixt building Ihivers on its bafe.
And vafl vibration fills th' afionidi'd place :
The marble pavements feem to feel their doom,
And the bones rattle in each hollow tomb.

But now theblafl harmonious dies av/ay,
And tapers gently in a fine decay :
The melting founds on higher pinions fly.
And feem to fall foft oozing from on high ;
Like evening dew they gently fpread around
And filed the fwcetnefs of heart-thrilling found ;
'Till grown too foft, too fine for mortal ear,
T'he dying ftrains dilTolve in difl:ant air.
Mechought I heard a flight angels rife,
Mofl: fweetly chaunting as they gained the flcies :
Methought I heard their lefs'ning found decay
And fade and melt and vanifli quite away.

Hail heav'n born mufic ! by thy pow'r we raife
Th' uplifted foul to a<Sls of highefl: praife :
Oh ! I would die with mufic melting round.
And float to blifs upon a fea of found.







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TO C E L I A,



ON HER V/i:DDING DAY.



w



H I L S T Heav'n with kind propitious ray,
Smiles, Ce/ia, on thy nuptial day,
And ev'ry fympathifing breaft
"With tranfport glows to fee thee blefl ;
Whilll preient joys the hours beguile.
And future profpefts feem to fmile.
Shall not my mufe her tribute bring
And gladly touch the trembling firing ?
I know 'tis ufual at fuch times
To pay refpe(5l in pompous rhymes;
To bid the whole celeffcial race
"With brightefl glories fill the place,
And from their manfions haften down
The nuptial rites with blifs to crown :
As if each goddefs might be faid
To be the poet's waiting maid :
But I who have no power at all.
Such high divinities to call,
Muft lay thofe flratagems afide
And with plain fable treat the bride.

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As Cupid thro' the azure way
Did late with wand'ring pinion ftray,
The little urchin chanc'd to fpy •,
His mafter Hymen paffing by ;
Surpris'd with conlcious guilt and fhame.
Knowing his conducl much to blame.
With nimble hafle he ftrove to fhroud
His prefence in a fleecy cloud.
But Hymen faw, nor could he fail
To lee a wing — oh ! piteous tale !
Peep from behind the mifly veil.
Th' obferving god with eager joy,
Rufh'd on and feiz'd th' affrighted boy. —
*' Well, mafter Cupids are you caught
" At iaft, he cry'd, I almofi: thought
*' You, far from hence, had taken flight,
" And quite forfook the realms of light ;
*' For wherefo'er I choofe to fl:ray,
" I feldom meet you in my way. —
" Wherefore fo fliy ? fmce well yo.u know
'^ It is not very long ago
'* Since Jo%w in council did decree,
** Yourfelf and fervices to me ;
*' That it might ever be your care,
" To warm thofe breafl:s whom I would pair
" With mutual love, and blefs my bonds,
" By mingling hearts with joining hands.
" Inftead of which, you rambling go,
" And fad confufions make below :



!



Whilft



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" Whilftmy fofttil bondage often falls,

** Where cuflom points or int'reft calls.

^* But y<5^;^ liimfelf fhall quickly hear,

*< How much his dilates 5^ou revere ;

** Yet e'er we part, *tis my defire,

*^ You kindle love's celeftial fire

** In the fair Celiacs peaceful breaft,

*' And make her am'rous Strephon bleft.^*

With piteous tone, and tear-full eye.

Thus did the little god reply ;

*' This, Hymen, this I mufl deny,

** Do — any other fervice choofe,

** There's nought but this I can refufe ;

** I have my word and honour giv'n,

** And firmly fworn by earth and Heav'oj

** That love fliall CeHa ne'er moleft

*' No dart of mine e'er wound her breafl.

Hymen, firft made an angry paufe.

Then fpake— " Thou traitor to my caufe, (

" Is't thus with mortals you confpire,

** To break my torch and quench my fire %

** I oft have wonder'd why that maid

** My foft encircling bands delayM ;

<« The wonder ceafes now ; I find

<* That you and Celia have combin'd,

** My pow'r celeftial to defpife

'' And rob me of my paireft prize.

<<But Celia {qo^\\\\ wedlock's chain

*« Shall iliine thefaireft of my train:



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" Virtue her days with peace fliall crown,-
" And I will fhowV my bleffings down ;
" Her happy ftate fhall others move,
*' To feek the joys of weded love."
Much would the weeping boy have faid ;
But Hy??ien urg'd, and love obey'd :
A ihaft he chofe from out the reft.
And funk it deep in Ce/ia's breaft.
Soft thro' her frame th^ poifon crept ;
And Hymen laugh'd and Cupid wept.
Then upwards, far from human fight.
They wing'd their way in fpeedy flight.
Wrapt in a glorious blaze of light.



A PA.



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A PARAPHRASE.



ON THE 107th PSALM.



VV IXH choral voice, oh ! let the nations join
And blefs the Lord in harmony divine :
His tender mercy over all extends,
And vafl creation on his pov/'r depends.
Let thofe, with grateful hearts, his goodnefs tell
And to his praife the folemn anthem fwell ;
Whom he vouchfaf'd with kind directing hand,
To lead in fafety from a hoflile land ;
At once with hunger and with thirft oppreft.
The fainting foul pin'd in the panting breafl.
In deep diflrefs they call'd on God moll high.
Who with his wanted mercy heard their cry :
The heav'ns did mana for their food diflill.
And from the rock burit forth the limpid rill :
From defert wilds, where deftitute they roam.
He brings at length the wearied wanderers home ,
They conquer, by his aid, the nations round.
And fill a land with cheerful plenty crown'd.



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Oh ! that the people, with united voice,
Would in the mercies of the Lord rejoice ;
His holy name in hallelujahs blefs.
And all the wonders of his pow'r confefs :
To hungry fouls he doth his joy impart,
And with fweet comfort foothe the wounded heart.
But thofe who light efteem^d his profFer'd love,


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