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So hov'ring v'er the human scene
Gay Pleasure fports with brow serene ;
By Fancy beam'd, the glancing ray
Shoots, flutters, gleams, and fleets away :
Unsettled, dubious, restless, blind,
Floats all the busy bustling mind;
While Memory's unstain'd leaves retain
No trace from all the ideal train.

But see the landscape op'ning fair
Invites to breathe the purer air !
Oh, when the cowslip-scented gale
Shakes the light dew-drop o'er the dale,
When on her amber-dropping bed
Loose ease reclines her downy head;
How blest! by fairy-haunted stream
To melt in wild ecstatic dream;
Die to the pictur'd with, or hear
(Breath'd soft on Fancy's trembling ear)
Such lays, by angel-harps refin'd,
As half-unchain the futtring mind,
When on life's edge it eyes the shore,
And all its pinions stretch to soar.

Lo! where the sun's broad orb withdrawn
Skirts with pale gold the dusky lawn;
While, led by ev'ry gentler pow'r,
Steals the Now, folemn, musing hour.
Now from the green hill's purple brow
Let me mark the scene below;
Where feebly glancing through the gloom
Yon myrtle shades the filent tomb :
Nor far, beneath the ev'ning beam
The dark lake rolls his azure Atream,

Whofe breast the swan's white plumes divide,
Slow-failing o'er the floating tide.
Groves, ineads, and spires, and forests bare,
Shoot glimmering through the misty air ;
Dim as the vision pictur'd bow'r
That gilds the faint's expiring hour,
When, rapt to ecstacy, his eye
Looks through the blue ethereal sky.
All heav'n unfolding to his fight!
Gay forms that swim in floods of light !
The sun-pav'd floor, the balmy clime,
The ruby-beaming dome sụblime,
The tow'rs in glittring pomp display'd--
The bright scene hovers o'er his bed-
He starts--but from his eager gaze
Black clouds obscure the less'ning rays;
On niem’ry fill the scene is wrought,
And lives in Fancy's featur'd thought.

On the airy mount reclin’d,
What wishes footh the mufing mind!
How foft the velvet lap of spring !
How sweet the Zephyr's violet wing !
Goddess of the plaintive song,
That leads the melting heart along ;
Oh, bid thy voice of genial pow'r,
Reach Contemplation's lonely bow'r;
And call the sage with tranced fight
To climb the mountain's teepy height;
To wing the kindling wish, or spread
O'er Thought's pale cheek enliv'ning red;
Come, hoary Pow'r, with serious eye,
Whose thought explores yon disant sky;

Now when the busy world is ftill,
Nor passion tempts the way’ring will,
When sweeter hopes each pow'r controul,
And quiet whispers to the soul;
Now sweep from life th' illufive train
That dance in Folly's dizzy brain :
Be Reason's simple draught pourtray'd,
Where blends alternate light and Made ;
Bid dimpled Mirth, with Thought belied,
Sport on the bubble's glittring lide;
Bid Hope pursue the distani boon,
And Phrénzy watch the fading moon ;
Paint Superstition's starting eye,
And Wit that leers with gesture ny ;
Let Censure whet her venum'd dart,
And green-ey'd Envy gnaw the heart;
Let Pleasure lie on flow'rs reclin'd,
While Anguilh aims her shaft behind.

Hail, Sire sublime! whose hallow'd cave
Howls to the hoarse deep's dalhing wave;
Thee Solitude to Phæbus bore,
Far on the lone deserted More,
Where Orellano's rushing tide
Roars on the rock's projected fide.
Hence bursting o'er thy ripen'd mind,
Beams all the father's thought refu'd :
Hence oft, in silent vales unseen,
Thy footsteps print the fairy green ;
Or thiy soul melts to strains of woe,
That from the willow's quiv'ring bough
Sweet warbling breathe :—the zephyrs round
O'er Dee's smooth current waft the found,

When soft on bending oziers laid
The broad fun trembling through the bed ;
All wild thy heav'n-rapt fancy strays,
Led through th' soul-diffolving maze
Till Slumber, duwny-pinion'd, near
Plants her strong fetlocks on thy ear ;
The foul unfetter'd bursis away,
And basks enlarg'd in beamy day.

ODE,

TO INNOCENCE.

Twas when the flow declining ray
Had ting'd the cloud with ev'ning gold;
No warbler pour'd the melting lay,
No sound disturb'd the sleeping fold,

When by a murmuring rill reclin'd,
Sat wrapt in thought a wand'ring fwain ;
Calm Peace compos'd his musing mind;
And thus he rais'd the flowing ftrain :

“ Hail, Innocence! celestial maid !.
“What joys thy blushing charms reveal !
“ Sweet as the arbor's cooling fhade,
“ And milder than the vernal gale.

“ On thee attends a radiant choir, “ Soft-smiling Peace, and downy Rest; " With Love, that prompts the warbling lyre ; " And Hope, that foothes the throbbing breast. ** O sent from heav'n to haunt the grove, “ Where fquinting Envy ne'er can come! Nor pines the cheek with luckless love, “ Nor anguilh chills the living bloom. “ But spotless beauty, rob’d in white, " Sits on yonder moss-grown hill reclin'd; “ Serene as heaven's unfully'd light, “ And pure as Delia's gentle mind. « Grant, heavenly pow'r! thy peaceful fway May ftill my ruder thoughts controul; “ Thy hand to point my dubious way, “ Thy voice to soothe the melting foul. “ Far in the shady sweet retreat “ Let Thought beguile the lingʻring hour; “ Let Quiet court the mosfy seat, " And twining olives form the bow's. " Let dove-ey'd Peace her wreath bestow, " And oft fit listening in the dale, " While Night's sweet warbler from the bough “ Tells to the grove her plaintive tale. 6. Soft as in Delia's snowy breaft, “ Let each consenting passion move; 6. Let angels watch its filent reft, * And all its blissful beams be Love !"

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