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Your virgin echoes to the dulcet lyre.

For thee, illuxlrious Penn ! my fong I raife,
Oh ! let the mufe thy wonted favour claim :
For thee I lonely tread the ruflling maze,
And bid thy woods refound their mafler's name.

With rigid fway too long hath ignorance reign'd,
And fpread her gloom o'er this benighted land :
Thefe folemn groves too oft with blood been ilain'd,
Shed by barbarian's unrelenting hand.
Witnefs, ye ghofls ! that to the wainirig moon,
Join, with the owl, fhriil flirieks and plaintive moan 9
Witnefs ye innocents, by fate too foon
Condemned beneath a favage yoke to groan
^ — Here paufe a-while!-^thefe grafs^grov/n ruins view^
They call attention ; they implore a tear !
Thefe once the found of focial converie knew,
And peace, content, and jollity were here.
Alas ! hov,^ chang'd ! the hofpitable hearth
No more fhall blaze to cheer the ev'ning friend •
No more infpire the roar of ruftic mirth,
When, with the fetting day, its labours end, —
Alas ! hov/ chang'd ! what a confufed mafs,
The fcatter'd ruins of the cottage lie !
Here hiffing ferpents Aide along the grais.
And here the owl lifts her diftrefsful cry.
As calm and Hill the peaceful hoafehold lay.
At dead of night a favage yell was heard ;


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AfFright'd fleep wIngM her aerial way,

And death in horror's darkeil robe appeared.

Warm from the father's wound the reeking blade

With mortal point hangs o'er the mother's breaft ;

Vain are her cries, her loudeft cries for aid ;

She groans in agony and fniks to refl.

A fate more hard the little offspring know ;

Thro' breaks and thorns they tread their weary way,

Their guides, upitying, urge their fleps, too flow \

And chide them oft as thro' the wild they ftray^

How fliall the mufe, oh ! thou ill-fated fair !
In numbers equal to thy weight of woe,
Thy fad diflrefs, thy lot fevere declare.
And bid for thee the tears of pity flow !

Rofettay Eairefl maid that grac'd the plains,
Of all the village long remain'd the boaft.
Struck with her lovely form contending fwains.
Were daily ftrivingwho fliould pleafc her mofl?
But happy Dorisy with his gentle mien.
Had won her heart, the foft relenting fair.
Oft met her faithful fhepherd on the green,
And Doris breath'd his tender pafHon there.
One eve, Rofetta from the cottage flray'd.
To feek a wand'ring lambkin of her fold,
A mercilefs troop feiz'd the unwary maid.
And grafp'd her, trembling, in their favage hold.
Full of forvd hopes as Doris paffing by,
Purfued his way, contemplative and flow,
Amaz'd he heard his fair one's well known cry.
And, fearlcfs, rufli'd upon the num'rous foe ;


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Long did the youth th* unequal fight maintain;
But what, alas ! could valour then avail ?
An Alexander muft have flrove in vain,
Superior force and numbers will prevail.
The captive lovers lock'd in clofe embrace,
With filent tears their mutual grief exprefs :
The tawny victors hafte to leave the place,
Unmov'd, unpitying of their fad diftrefs.
Two parties form'd, one takes the weeping fair,
The other Doris for their eafy prize ;
A filent gloom fhuts in his dark defpair ;
The woods re-echo to her mournful cries.

Six times the moon her fulleftorb had fhown,
Since fad Rofetta with ince/Iant grief.
Had mourn'd her liberty and lover gone,
"Without one cheering profpe<5t of relief,
ForcM from her hofpi table home to ftray,
O'r craggy rocks her tender feet muft go ;
Thro' the fharp thorns fhe makes her gloomy way
And bears about a conftant load of woe.
Oft times when fhiv'ring in th' inclement air,
On the damp ground fhe fought for loft repofe ;
Her mother's fondnefs and her father's care.
And Dorises love to fad remembrance rofe.

At length the chiefs a folemn feaft prepare.
And gather num'rous from the nations round ;
Each brings his fpoils of war, and pris'ners there,
And thro' the woods triumphant echoes found.

A t^or-

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A horrid tragedy mufl: now fncceed,

My fwelllng heart beats quick within my breai?,'

How fhall the fympathifing mufe proceed

To dip her hand in blood, and paint the reft ?

Six tawny heroes in their battles flain.

Sully the luflre of their feftive day ;

For them fix captives with tormenting pain,

Mufl yield their lives the fatal debt to pay.

Abforb'd in forrow on a turf reclin'd !
Rojetta lay, all wan with wafting grief ;
Her lot feverc, fhe ponder'd in her mind,
And look'd from death alone to find relief —
She ftarts alarmed at a fudden cry.
The well known voice of Doris ftrikes her ear^
Half-rais'd ftle looks aro'und with tearful eye.
To fee if much lov'd Doris was not near :'
Oh ! mournful objedl for a foul diftreft !
l^aft to a tree fhe fees her fliepherd bound :
A mortal arrow planted at his breaft.
And his life bubbling from the recent wound I
Struck with an inftant frertzy of defpair.
Thro' all her frame fhe feels the chill of death •,
Flies to her juft expiring love, and there
Sinks at his feet with clofing eyes,and fighs her lateft breath

But ceafe my mufe, fuch tragic fcenes no more.
From pity's eye fhall draw the tender tear \
Heav'n fhall our interrupted peace rcftore.
And with the danger banifh all the fear.


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All hail ! the dawn of more enlightenM days !
Accept, great Pemiy the praife to merit due ;
The angel peace, her olive wreath difplays.
And fmiling, as fhe rifes, points to you.

When the fam'd Cortes to his monarch gave
Another empire in a diflant land,
He bore his thunders thro' the foaming wave,
And fatal fleel gleam'd dreadful in his hand.
Nor pity mov'd, nor juflice fv/ay*d his breaft j
To fraud or force the injur'd natives yield ;
Low in the duft he treads the warrior's crefl:.
And flands triumphant in a bloody field.

Not fo the gentler patron of diftrefs.
By lawlefs force would large pofleilions gain :
Illuftrious Penn ! ftill be it thine to blefs.
Not to inflidt unneceflary pain.
Thine is the fkill in foft encircling chains
pf juflice, truth, and charity to bind
The hand that fpreads deffru^lion round the plains,
And quell the fiercenefs of th'untutor'd mind :
From lofty mountains, and from valleys low.
From the broad lakes, and plains, that wide extend,
From ev'ry quarter whence the winds can blow.
Some of their tribes the various nations fend.
But mofl from where Ohio's waters roll
To Lehigh's lucid flream, the chiefs repair ;
Led by the glitt'ring centre of the pole,
To meet in love their Chriflian brethren there.
In yonder bow'r behold the council meet,


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Solemn and grand, without the help of art ;
Of jiiilice, commerce, peace, and love, they treat,
Whilft eloquence unlabour'd fpeaks the heart.
See from the throng a painted warrior rife,
Afavage Cicero, ere6t he ftands,
Awful, he throws around his piercing eyes,
Whilil native dignity refpeft commands.
High o'er his brow wantons a plumed creft.
The deep vermilion on his vifage glows,
A filver moon beams placid round his breaft.
And a loofe garment from his fhoulders flows.
One nervous arm he holds to naked view.
The chequer'd wampum glitt'ring in his hand 5
His fpeech doth all the attic fire renew.
And nature diftates the fublime and grand.
Uotouch'd by art, e^en in the favage breafl:.
With native luilre, how doth reafon fhine !
Science ne'er taught him how to argue beft.
The fchools ne'er ftrove his language to refine.
What noble thoughts, what noble aftions rife
From in-born genius, unreflrain'd and free ?
A tinftur'd medium oft deceives our eyes.
And art fhould prune, but not diftort the tree.
E'en thofe who much their tutor'd reafon boaft,
And in the facred feats of learning dwell •,
Too oft obfcure the paths of virtue mofl:,
And only fludy how to puzzle well.
Why let the ilream thro' levell'd parterres glide
Its lazy courfe to marble bounds confin'd •,
Give me the bubbling fountain's moffy fide,

In contemplation fweet to lull my mind.


From nature's flore the warrior's fpeech is dreft.
More pure the council fire begins to glow :
He bids the brighten'd chain of friendfhip laft,
Long as the fun jfhall burn or waters flow.
Their mutual faith by firm afTurance bound,
The chiefs, well pleas'd from folemn treaty rife.
Their brethren's bounty richly fpreads the ground
And they with grateful joy divide the prize.
How fair is charity, celeftial maid !
And this is charity fincere indeed.
To fee our foes with tend' reft care repaid,
To cloth the naked and the hungry feed.

Now o'er the plain the fwarthy heroes bring
A num'rous tribe, devifing paftimes gay :
With fportive Ihouts they make the mountains ring.
And with athletic feats conclude the day,
Some with loofe treffes floating in the wind.
In the fwift race for vidlory contend ;
A fierce ambition fires each youthful mind :
They ftrain each finew, ev'ry limb extend.
To fmite the ball, fome wield the mafly oak,
And fend it hifTmg, bounding o'er the plain j
Till counter-check'd by repercuffive fl:roke.
Swift the elafl:ic ball returns again.
Their nicer fldll the dext'rous archers try,
And eager fl:rive for victory and fame ;
From the tough bow the feather'd arrows fly.
And pierce the centre of their diftant aim.
No keener joy the youths of Greece infpir'd.
No brighter glories kindled in their eyes ;


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When they prefs'd forward with ambition fir'd
To win and claim the fair Olympic prize.

Now palid vefper mourns departing day.
The frequent tears that trickle from her eye.
Fall brilliant flars, and mark her fpangled way,
0*er the vaft concave of the dufky fky:
And now the chiefs for awful rit;es prepare.
And hand in hand in horrid rounds unite.
Where curling blazes lafli the miJfty air,
And pierce their radiance thro' the gloom of night.
— The dance of war begins, their eye-balls roll,
And dart their fierce enraged glances round ;
More than infernal madnefs fills the foul.
And difcant rocks their fearful yells refound.

No greater frenzy e'er the prieflefs fhook.
When on the facred tripod mounted high.
Her tender, fhiv'ring, panting frame was ftruck
With the rough prefence of the deity.
Each vifage now convulfed looks aghaft.
Their limbs are all in rude contortions thrown,
Their wild enthufiafm heightens fail.
And they for devils, not for men are known:
Till wafted nature can no more fuftain.
And dov/n in fleep their wearied bodies fall 5
Silence profound refumes her awful reign.
And midnight's thickeft mantle covers all.


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Mrs. ANN GR.^ME,




Asateftimony of his fincere alFfftioa and regard by their much
obh^ed l-riena,


" I heard a i)oice from Heaven ^f ay tng unto vte. Write, from henceforth, hleff"
** eiare the dead ivhich die in the Lord, Evenfo faith thefpitU : for they reft
*^ from their labours^ — Rev. xiv. 13,

VV H Y move the marble jaws of yonder tomb ?
Why gleams the day light on her facred gloom ?
Why doth fhe thus her dark abode prepare ?
And what new guefl isfoon expedled there ?
Oh ! fee (he comes ; amidft a weeping throng.
In folemn pomp Monimia's born along :

I MonimcCs

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Mommas breafl hath heav'd its lateft groaa,
And duft and afhes claim her as their own —
Away falfe world — away, from reafon's eye 5
All trifling objedls, vain ideas fly !
More awful fcenes are prefent to my view.
And in my bofom leave no room for you.
The drooping pall -, the bell's flow fullen found ^
The gaping grave ; the weeping friends around ;
By facred priefl:s the folemn fervice read •,
Mom?ma number'd with the filent dead.
Thefe, thefe are ferious fubjedls, and I find
My foul to ferious fentiments inclined,

Monimtas gone ! up to the lofty fki^s
Methinks I fee her fainted fpirit rife \
Methinks I hear her voice triumphant fmg,
" Grave where's thy vidtory ? Death where's thy fling ?

Say fliall we mourn becaufe her conflift's o'er ?
Say, fliall vv^e weep, becaufe fhe weeps no more ?
Before the fullnefs of the Chriflian's joy,
Death mufl this tranfltory frame deflroy;
Earth mufl to earth, the fpirit to her flight,
Tor with its parent fource fliiall each unite.

Full of defires unfatisfied thro' life,
The anxious foul maintains continual flrife :
Fafl lock'd in clay, amid furrounding foes.
She pants and longs for freedom and repofe.
With bcck'ning hand, and a deceitful fmile.
Here Hands temptation ready to beguile :


With gloomy afpe<f^, there a fearful train,
Of poignant forrows and diflra(5ling pain :
And laft of all, comes her tremendous foe,
The king of terror ftrikes the fatal blow -,
The heart grows fick, unequal throbs exprefs,
Nature's laft labour, and extreme diftrefs :
Oh ! who can tell the agonizing throws ;
When the lips tremble and the eye-lid^ clofe ;
When the foul, flruggling in another birth.
Strives to get loofen'd from encumb'ring earth.
When Horror's blackeil midnight would prevail,
And all the help the world can give muft fail j
WhiUt the cold fweat oozes thro' ev'ry pore,
Till fuffering nature can endure no more.

Oh ! What is life, and all this life can give.
We tafte, but not enjoy -, we breath, not live !
True joy and real life are fixt abeve.
The only objefts worthy of our love :
Lament not then, that lov'd Monimias gone.
Her time of trial's paft, her work is done;
Her hope did firmly on her God depend.
She ftood Chrift's faithful foldier to the end.
And fhall that crown of vidlory obtain.
Which faints expedl, and martyrs died to gain.

Not to this period were her views confin'd,
A profpecffc nobler far engag'd her mind j
Array'd in immortality to ftand.
Beyond the reach of time at God's right-hand ;
To lift her voice with ecftacy divine \
And joia the fong where fhining myriads join,



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Till Heav'n itfelf feels the prevailing found,

And everlaPcing kingdoms tremble round :

To view his glory with undazzled eye.

Who for his carpet fpread yon gilt t' ring fky ;

Who from his throne looks downward to behold,

Worlds glide o'er worlds, fyftems o'er fyftems roU'd ;

To flretch the wings of thought from place to place,

Pierce the dark regions of unbounded fpace ;

In full fruition ev'ry hope deflroy.

And drop belief to grafp the real joy.

Such were the objedls of her fouls defire ;

Thefe did each virtue, ev'ry grace infpire,

The word of truth, her ftill unerring guide,

Faith, Hope, and Chriftian charity, fupplied :

A noble fortitude, falfe fear difarm'd,

A fteady piety her bofom warm'd ,

She liv'd a bright example to mankind :

Peaceful fhe died, contented and refign'd.

Oh ! may I ft rive her foofleps to purfue.
And keep the Chriftian's glorious prize in view :
Like her defy the ftormy waves of life.
And with heroic zeal maintain theftrife :
Like her find comfort in the arms of death.
And in a peaceful calm refign my breath.

Grame Park July 1 765.


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Wrote In a blank book which once belonged to Mr. Shenflone the
poet, and was given by the Lord Bl/hop of JVorceJler,

■ OME little book, the giver's hand,
Shall add fuch worth to mine.
That I will hold thee highly priz'd,
And joy to call the mine.

Come little book ; nor in my care,

An humbler lot refufe,
Tho' Worcefter own'd thee once, tho* once

Defign'd for Shenflone' s mufe.

Had Shenflone in thy fpotlefs page

In glowing numbers plac'd,
All that is pleafing great, and, good.
With ev'ry virtue grac'd :

Fili'd thee with gentlenefs and love.

With piety and truth ;
The wifdom of experienc'd years,

The brilliant powers of youth ;


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With all the condefcending eafe
Of manners m^fl refia'd,

Then hadft thou been an emblem fit.
Of Worcejier's generous mind.

Come little book ; and let me boaft
No fmal', no common fame,

That in thy once fo honoured pagi,
I write my humble name.

Hartkhury Cajlle, in Wocrcejlerjhirey 1 767.


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j30 young, fo fkilful, and fo fair !

Such praife thy merits claim.
The mufe with rapture ihould prepare.

To celebrate thy fame.

If thus thy morn of youth difplays
So much of virtue's Ijght ;

Oh ! who can tell the glorious blaze
Of life's meridian height ?

Gay hope with joy to future years.
Extends her eager view ;
Apleafmg profpedl there appears.
She fmilcs, and points to you.

Thro' life fhe fees thee take thy way^^

Elate in beauty's pride.
The graces all around thee play,

And virtue is thy guide.


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Fair innocence with peace and love.
Strew flow'rs where e'er you tread j

And mild religion from above.
Sheds blefiings on thy head :

Then fhall thy worth fome bard infpire,

In more exalted lays.
To bid the gazing world admire.

And give thee all thy praife.

London i i'j6'J.


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An ode

3ct to Mufic on Mrs. B 's Birth Day


^ ^ HEN C^fir's birth-day glads Britannla^s ifle.
The earth exults and nature feems to fmile :
Th' uplifted trumpet's awful found.
United acclamations round,
And thund'ring cannon's awful roar.
Shake with rude tranfport Albion's fhore.


But in more foft and pleafing lays
Let us our joy difplay ;
Oh ! fwell the tend'reft note of praife
To hail Elizas day.

For with fair truth and love divine,
Her peaceful foul is bleil •,
And all the v/inning virtues fliine
Serenely in her breaft.


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Like fome pure placid ft ream that flowa
Gently and free from ftaiii,
Difpenfing bleflings as it goes.
Along the flowry'ry plain :

Softie thro' life her equal way
Glides on with fpotlefs name :
Oh ! may this oft returning day
Encreafe her modeft fame 1

Hartlehur^ Caflk^ 1^66,


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Of the Docks, tb'ijlles, and nettles of Hartlebury Farm, to the Lord
Bifliop of Worcefter.

Illustrious Worcejler-, let thy patient ear.
Receive our forrows, and with pity hear ;
Oh ! hafte, and fhield with thy protefling hand
The thiftles^ docks, and nettles of this land.

There was a time when our increaiing race.
Had long in calm pofleffion held this place :
See yon fair park, thofe blooming gardens fee,
Befide each flream, and underneath each tree.
We rear'd our lofty creft, and all around.
With unmolefted foilage fpread the ground ;
Thofe days of peace, alas ! are now no more :
Who fhall to us thofe days of peace reftore ?
Our num'rous race deftroy'd, our empire loft^
Nor garden, park, nor ftream, nor ihade we boaft ;


* Thefe lines were occafioned by Mrs. I 's, my Lord's fifter,

rooting out the thirties, &c. from the gardens, walks, and park with
uncommon induftry and care.

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Up rofe our foe, with unrelenting hand.
And fatal fteel, to root us from the land ;
Amongftoni tribes deftru6lion marks her way,
To us 'tis mortal, but to her 'tis pla}^*,
None, none efcape ! )^oung, old, and fhort and tal 1,
Before her "powerful ami unpitied fall ;
Dpcks, thijrlesy hettles round her mangied lie ,
And in one cominon heap of ruin die.

In vain, we thiflles, our high lineage bring.
From ancient thrones ; the pride of Scotland's king ;
Ah ! what avails ! that born thro' war's alarms,
Onr facr^d flow'rgrac'd Caledonia's arms ;
Wav'd in her banner, glitter'd on her fhield,
And fpur'd her heroe to the martial field ^
I> vain we claim a kingdom for our own.
Or boaH that now we deck the Britiih throne.

Soon as from earth we fpring ereft and gay.
And f^read our purple taiTels to the day ;
Yfith fatal ftcel her hands our flalks divide,
And to the duft bring down our with'ring pride.
And yet, oh ! Grange to tell ! the courteous fair.
To all around, extends her nurfing care ;
With placid fmiles and with benignant mind.
To other's gentle, but to us unkind:
Oh ! fay what dire offence hath caus'd our woe,
And made that breafl, where pity dwells, a foe^?
Or rather fay, what can bur ftate reftore.
And footh her rage that fne deftroy no more.


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Nor her alone we fear *, a hoftile hand,
O'er the feas wafted from a diftant land,
Pours dire deftru^lion on our harmlefs race.
And fills with heaps of flaughter ev'ry place.

When weflern breezes with a murmuring found
Shook the fmali leaf and wav'd the groves around.
We little thought the foft and pleafing gale,
Fill'd for our mortal foe the fwelling fale :
Unwelcome gueft ! thy coming v/e deplore.
And wifii thee back upon thy native fliore.
Are there no th'ijlles there thy hands t'employ ?
Are there no docVs or nettles to deftroy ?
But muft v/e fall, and whilft we iue in vain.
Be lopt and left to languiili on the plain ?


In vain hath nature with indulgent care,
On wings of down high pois'd our feed in air,
And bid the winds the little treafures bear ; ^

For in their cells, e'er they're learnt to fly,
Cut off, unBedg'd the feeds prolific die.
In this diftrefs on thee, our Lord we call ;
Save us from ruin, e'er we perifli all !
Oh ! great and good to mercy flill inclin'd.
Let this our pray'r with thee acceptance find.

Small our requed — not where thy harvefls glow,
Do we defire, or would prefume to grow j


* The author.

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In humble Hate beneath each hedge to fland.

Is all we afk from thy benignant hand.

So fhall our tribes exult in harmlefs joy.

Nor e'er with pointed iling thy hands annoy ;

But thro' thefe fields we'll celebrate thy fame.

And thiftles yet unfown fliall blefs great Worcefler's name

Hartlebury Cajlky l'j66»


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To M Y R T I L L A.

W I T H fprightly air, and graceful mlcD,

Eafy and ever gay ;
Myrtilla trips along the green,
And fteals all hearts away.

Good-humour fmiling in her face.

Seems forrow to defy ;
Wit lights up ev'ry fprightly grace,

And fparkles in in her eye.

Fair is her form, her fpotlefs mind

With ev'ry virtue blcil •,
And no offence could ever find

A harbour in her breall.

Ye fwains, with caution pafs this way ;

For fhould you meet the fair.
You muff to beauty fall a prey -,

Love would your hearts enfnarc.

Hartlebun Ca^Ie^ i''66,


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OON Myrtilla muft thy friend,
Haften to a diltant ihore ;
May propitious gales attend,
May they waft him fafely o'er !

When topenfive joys inclined,
Thro' my native groves I ftray.

Thy dear image to my mind
Soothing plcafures fliall convey.


Fancy, oft, in airy flight.

Will direft her conrfe to you ;
Bringing fcenes of paft delight
Back to my enraptured view.

Oft fhall Schtiylkiirs rocky fhore.
With her waving woods around.

Thy fond name, repeating o'er.
Strive to fwell the pieaiing found.

Thus with friendfhip moft fmcere.
Shall my faithful bofom glow •,


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All thy virtues I'll revere,
With fuch love as angels know.

Hoping ftill tho' far from thee,
I've a place in thy regard 5

Which delightful thought (hall be
My firm conftancy's reward*


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J-VlORE pleafing far, than all the glare of day^
The evening mild invites the mufe's lay.
Our gallant (liip, with ev'ry turgid fail,
Glides fmoothly on before the preiTing gale :
Whilft the fu]l moon, fair regent of the night,
Pours o'er the fea a flood of filver light :
No noife is heard except the pleafing found.
Of waves that roll and fwelland break around y
Ever refponfive to the watchman's fong,
Who treads the deck, and trills his ditties long
With voice melodious, and with heart fo true.
To lovely Nancy, or to black ey'd Sue.

Far on a diftant fliore, with curious eye,
Our anxious friends confult th' uncertain fky ;
liOnging they look, and with impatience burn^
To fee in fafety our tall bark return.

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On that bleft period we with no lefs joy.
Our eager hopes our conftant thoughts employ.
Hafte happy day ! when with fincere delight
Our hands ihall join , and focial hearts liinite.

Pennfylvafiia Packet^ "^

1766. 5


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Wrote near the Conclufion of a very tedious Voyage.

XXAIL to the near approach at lall.
Of that long look'd for day !

When hope enjoy'd, and dangers pail,
Shall former cares repay.

The happy hour is now at hand,
When we fhall wifh no more.

But with exulting pleafure ftand
Firm on our native fhore.

Let ocean fwell his angry wave j

Let winter blafts arife ;
Their fury we no more will brave.

Nor trufl; uncertain fl^ies.

But in fecure and calm delight
Our peaceful hours employ ;

And crown revolving day and night,
With ev'ry focial joy.

Thus the good man with tranquil mind
■At clofe of life's career,

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Goes chearful on, in hopes to find
A happy harbour near.

Nor would he tempt thofe florms again,

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