English

The wish'd-for Day, too soon can't come,
For, Lord! I long to go;
Where I shall meet a happier Doom,
Than waits me here below.

No Tie have I, that e'er shall make
Me Wish for a Delay;
No Blessing here, but I'd forsake,
Thy Summons to obey.

O! bless'd, for ever bless'd thy Word
Fulfill'd, O! let it be;
A Pardon to my Foes afford,
Then deign, to pardon me!

A broken Heart thou'lt not despise,
Nor penitential Tears;
Accompany'd with contrite Sighs,
Wherein my Grief appears.

When Bellamira swears, that gentle love
Has fix'd her mind incapable to rove;
The fleeting passion of the fickle fair
Should be describ'd in sand, or writ in air.

A Dying thrush young Edwy found,
As flutt'ring in a field of snow;
Its little wings with ice were bound,
Awhile its heart forgot to glow;
In eager haste he homeward ran,
The quiv'ring charge to me resign'd;
" Oh save it, Celia! if you can,
Protect it from the wint'ry wind. "

My bosom press'd the trembling thing,
And bade its little pris'ner live;
But, ah! that bosom felt a sting

Let infidels be dumb! Fill high my glass!
Fair Dashwood proves an atheist is an ass:
None but a Deity such art could boast
To form so gay, so beautiful a toast.

Apollo laid his lyre upon a stone;
The stone was seized with music; and the touch
Of mortal could awake the god's own tone
For ever after. Marvel ye not much.
Wherever God may choose, or man may dwell,
This is an ever acting miracle.

When once the gift of godlike poesy
Hath touched the heart, it answers everything
In its own tongue, but with a harmony
Instinct of Heaven. Let the world then, fling
Its arms of honour round the Poet's breast,
And Heaven may hear Earth's music, and have rest.

A PASTORAL .

DAPHNIS .

How calm the ev'ning! see the falling day
Gilds ev'ry mountain with a ruddy ray!
In gentle sighs the softly whisp'ring breeze
Salutes the flow'rs, and waves the trembling trees,
Hark! the night-warbler from yon vocal boughs
Glads ev'ry valley with melodious woes:
Swift thro' the air her rounds the swallow takes,
Or sportive skims the level of the lakes;
The tim'rous deer, swift-starting as they graze,
Bound off in crowds, then turn again and gaze.

To banish dull care, and alleviate pain,
Sweet Crouch ventures forth in Thalia's gay train;
Persuasion's soft pow'r e'en beams in her face,
Each smile has a charm, and each motion a grace;
Yet, gaze not too long on Laurette's bright eyes,
Whose lustre the diamond's illusion despise;
But gaze on the virtues that spring from her soul,
And Modesty's blush, that encircles the whole;
Then Scandal's fell venom must instant expire,
And Chastity own whom the world can admire.

The rich all happy I was wont to hold,
Who never paid large usury for gold.
“Those sons of fortune never sigh, I said,
“Nor toss with anguish on their weary bed;
“But soft dissolving into balmy sleep,
“Indulge sweet slumbers, while the needy weep:”
But now the great and opulent, I see,
Lament their lots, and mourn as well as we.

What can be weigh'd with riches in the scale?
They screen all vices with a golden veil.

1.

Thus in plaintive Notes, dear Creature,
Let me but attract thine Ear;
And, by kind assistant Nature,
Make thee love and be sincere:
Love and Music must obtain
Kind Returns, for Strephon 's Pain.

2

In those Eyes, I now discover
Dawning Pity for thy Swain;
Blush not, Cynthia , for thy Lover
Will the Flame return again: