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Line xii. for Puff's, read Puffs Pages that a fecondTime are numbered 5, 6, 7, 8, Jfouldbe 13, 14, f.5, 16 Page 26, Line iv. for confpired, read confpir'd Page 32, Line iv. for the Chain, read my Chain Page 88, Line iii. for whom, read who Page 91, Line x. for except, read expect. A COLLECTION O F POEMS. POEM I. rip i O take high Titles, as a Veil, To hide a dull, infipid Tale, Is a Difhonour to true Fame, And may difgrace a noble Name. No ! let me to the Public bend, And by their Cenfure, wifely mend. B I hope ( 2 ) I hope they'll favour Youth's Attempt, And be, with thefe flight Toys content ; Their Smiles may nourifh, kind Apollo, And Verfes fmoother, fweeter follow. But if thefe Trifles, fhould infpire The wife Reproof, or Critick's Ire \ I'll drop my Pen, without difmay, Forbid the Verfe, forget the Lay ; And think I'm wifer, by Reftraint, Than if I could all Nature paint, POEM ( 3 ) POEM II. On the BIRTH of HER ROYAL HIGHNESS the PRINCESS CAROLINE, May 27, 1770. 11 A 1 L to the great, the happy, glorious Day ! Affift me, Mufes ! with your Lay, While I congratulate, the royal Pair, Upon the Birth, of an illuftr'ous Fair. Bright Charlotte ! Virtue's Patronefs, With Pleafure, we our Joy exprefs. Ye Mufes ! aid me with emphatick Lay, While I, our tender, grateful Thoughts difplay. Great Pow'r ! that doft the Sea and Earth controul, Extend thy Empire o'er the Soul ; And let thy Goodnefs all our Minds infpire, With fervent Zeal, and heavenly Defire. For Charlotte's {life ; bleft be the Pow'r That ovcr-rul'd, the happy Hour. Virtue ( 4 ) Virtue may now a grateful Tribute fhow ; Our Queen is iafe her greater! Friend below. May the fweet Innocent, fo lately giv'n, Be deck'd, with ev'ry Gift of Heav'n. May blooming Health, Serenity and Eafe, Watch and attend her Life, through ev'ry Stage : And, to fum up this earneft Pray'r, May me as worthy prove, as fair ! May fhe, like gracious Charlotte, fmile on thofe, Who bend to her, o'er whelmed by their Woes. Hail royal George ! Defender of the juft, Long may the God, in whom you truft, Whofe Faith is perfect Life, whofe Word is fure, Preferve your Glory, and your Throne fecure. Prais'd be his Mercy and his Pow'r, Which rul'd the facred, happy Hour ; The happy Flour, that to our Hopes did give Our Carolina happy may fhe Jive ! P O E M ( 5 ) POEM III. On MUSIC K. I. JV1 U S I C K with perfuafive Charms, Lulls our ev'ry Care to Reft; Ev'ry Paffion it difarms, Softly foothing all the Breaft. II. Savage Natures grow humane, Feel themfelves with Kindnefs mov'd, At the foft melodious Strain, Love, and wifh, to be belov'd. III. ( 6 ) III, Things inanimate arife, By the Force of magick Sound ; As the Warble fills the Skies, Infpiration fpreads around. IV. Hail! harmonick Powers hail! That can evry Mind controul ; Thy pure Pleafures, never fail To foothe, yet elevate the Soul P O E M ( 7 ) OEM IV. W HEN firft, O Delia! firft I faw Thofe Charms, my Mind was ftruck with Awe; My Heart did throb, my Soul did fwell, My Reafon feem'd, to bid farewel : My Paffions, all in Tempeft toft ; My Mind, its gentle Calmnefs loft. When firft I heard, your pleafing Tongue, Chant the fweet, enticing Song ; My Heart, Remembrance loft of Fear, My Soul did hang, upon my Ear ; My Fancy took its Flight on high, You feem'd a Choir'fter of the Sky. But when you in angelick Sound, Shew'd Judgement clear, and Senfe profound ; When Energy, and Truths divine, Did in your Converfe, brightly mine ; You ( 8 ) You rofe, exalted to my View, Religion feem'd, to fpeak in you. Sweet Maid ! excelling in each Grace, That can adorn the Mind, or Face ; Vouchfafe to tell me frank, and true, What thefe ftrange Emotions fhew; Ah ! do they not, too plainly prove, My very Soul is lick with Love. POEM ( 9 ) OEM V. L I S T E N to Religion's Voice, Make its Laws, thy early Choice, Be not rigid, nor confin'd, For it fuits no narrow Mind. An expanded, noble Heart, Beft fullfils Devotion's Part. Zealous, fervent, fhould we love Him, in whom, all Beings move. Holy, great, eternal King, Source or Joy, of Life the Spring. Let us then, with holy Flame, Offer Service to that Name ; At which ou nd, the Angels bow ; That Peace may in us, ever flow. Love, where Nature's Rules direct : Parents claim, our next Rcfpcct. D Then ( *o ) Then, fweet Friendfhip ! then thy Bands, Join our Hearts, and join our Hands. Still extenfive, muft our Mind, Be to ev'iy Creature kind. Tender, foft, humane and feeling; Cherim, a Defire of healing. Drop a Tear, for melting Woe, Teach the Heart, with Joy to glow, At others Good: And in their Blifs, You'll find a Store of Happinefs.. t> O ( xi ) OEM VI. I. I N E be the pleaiingTafk to paint, The Charms of my Eliza's Face 3 Though how will Words, or Language faint. Defcribe each modeft, lovely Grace. JL Sweet Nymph ! what Beauties round thee fhine, In op'nihg Bloom to cazing View ; Each Charm about you, feem divine, And gives a Pleafure, always new, > : i HI. Thy Eyes with Luftre, mildly fpeak, From thy fweet Lips Perfuafion flows ; And in thy finely polifh'd Cheek, We fee the Tin&ure of the Kofe. IV. Hail, charming Maid ! whofe ev'ry Grace, Shows Nature's Bounty unconftVd ; Yet know, that lovely perfect Face, Muft yield in Beauty, to your Mind, POEM ( 5 ) POEM VII. A FRIEND's the Joy of Life, the greateft Gain, Without a Friend,. Exiftence would be Pain. 'Tis the Heart's Balfem y Riches to the Poor* The Soul's Support, invaluable Store. * And if, celeftial Happinefs defcend, She'd fearch the Bofom, of a tender Friend. That Bliis alone, would caufe Regret to fly, f And eompenfate, her Abfence from the Sky "* The Thought, Dr. Young's. -Jr Happinefs's Abfence. E P O E M C 6 ) OEM VIII. I. f-J AIL! thou glorious Source of Day ! Caufe of Being, King divine ; Hear me, from thy holy Shrine, And light me, with thy Ray. IT. To my Soul thy Peace impart, Let my Reafon never ftray ; But guide me in the perfect Way, Of Purity of Heart. HI. ( 7 ) III. Let my Mind thy Pow'r adore, Let my Heart thy Mercy love ; Let my Soul, its Faith improve, And Lips, thy Aid implore. IV- Lay thy Hand upon my Bread, Give it Innocence and Truth ; Lead my weak, my helplefs Youth, To everlafting Reft. POEM ( 8 ) POEM IX. vS O N G.. I. Y Betfey* is a graceful Fair, In her, I take Delight; In her, is all that's good, and rarej Or plealing to the Sight. If, Her Lips a lively ruby Hue., Her Hair a Chefnut Brown; Ker Eyes, a pleafing azure Blue, A Scarlet Stuff's her Gown. She ( '7 ) III. She looks fo fweet, me fpeaks fo kind, So eafy does me move ; That ev'ry Eye, and ev'ry Mind, Is charmed into Love. IV. If fhe but ling, 'tis all we want, Our Hearts within us thrill ; What Pleafure 'tis, to hear her chant, The Lafs, of Patie's Mill. V. Oh Betfy ! Betfy ! charming Dear, When I forget to love ; The Coward (hall difcard his Fear, The W T inds mail ceafe to move. F POEM ( i8 ) POEM X. L ITTL.E triflng, filly, Heart, Why art thou ? fo prone to fmart $ Why art thou ? fo apt to Joy, Why does Air, thy Thoughts employ ? What but Air, are Fancy's Dreams, What but Air, are earthly Scenes ; What but Air, is wordly Pow'r, Tranfient as the fleeting Hour. What but Air is Love, is Life, What but Air, is higheft Strife ; What are Profpects, brightly fair, But light Puff's of empty Air, Lift thy Thoughts, my Heart ! on high. Search, the Bleffings of the Sky, Seek thofe Joys, which never Fade, Joys that need not Fancy's Aid: Joys ( I? ) Toys as Permanent, as great, Happy, in a lafting State. There, {halt thou extatick prove, That th' Almighty is all Love. Love my Soul, but raife thy Flame, To thofe Dwellings, where no Shame Tints the Cheek, or hurts the Mind, But where Peace to Virtue's join'd. Then, malt thou ! enraptur'd prove, That th' Eternal, is all Love* P O E M ( 20 ) POEM XI. On St. EVREMOND's WORKS. PLEASING Spirit! fprightly free, Full of quick Vivacity; Biefs'd with Tafte, poffefs'd of Learning, Pradis'd, in the Art of Charming. Brightly does fair Maz'rine fhine In each tender, am'rous Line; But fince Trifles, charming feem, When the Subjeds of his Theme; Wonder not, he piftures fair One fo beauteous, good, and rare. POEM ( 2* ) P O E M XII. ON LOCKE's HUMAN UNDERSTANDING. RE AT is the Judgment, and the Art rcfiVd ; Which fearches, the Receffes of the Mind ; Can penetrate into the human Plan, And in bright Colours, picturize the Man ; Shew all the Movements, of the mental World, What Springs they flow from, by what Motives hurl'd. Be this thy Praife, O Locke ! that only you, Have brought the Underftanding, to our View ; We read with Joy, which Truths alone infpire, And raife our v/oiid'rino- Thoughts, from high, to hipji'r Up to that Pow'r, who fills celeftial Air, And praife his holy Name ; that made us what we are. G T> ( 22 ) OEM XIII. O N G. L W HEN my Chloe is not by, Vainly do the Linnets try; To arhufe me, with their Strain, Calm my Mind, or eafe my Pain. IL The Rofe's Pow'r of pleafing fades, Dim the Lilly, dull the Shades ; All in fad Obfcurenefs ly, When my Chloe is not by. But ( 23 ) in. But when tender, fhe appears, Vanifti all ungentle Fears ! Gay each Bird, each Flow'r, looks gay ; Fair the fcene, and bright the Day. IV. Then each Thing, concurs to prove, Human Joys, fubfift in Love : Love, exalts the human Mind, Makes it gentle, gen'rous, kind. P O E M P O E M X On I NGLISH HISTOR Y. DELIGHTFUL Talk each Day to trace, The Glories of heroick Race ; To read the Story of this Ifle, Where Plenty, Peace, and Toy now fmile j Plow muft our Hearts in Pity glow, T' have feen fair Albion's State fo low ; T' have feen her bend to Roman Sway, And in the Arms, of Bondage flay. O ! how our Cheek, with gen'rous Shame, Burns at our Britons flight of Fame ; Fame {lighted flies, for like a beauteous Maid, She looks for high Refpecl, and is of Fools afraid. But ( 25 ) But what charming Scenes appear, Liberty, approaching near: Egbert Prince, infpir'd by Heaven Made one Kingdom, out of feven; Calm'd the State's, exhaufting Jars, By fuppreffing, civil Wars. Glorious Alfred, foon appears, Whofe varied Fortune, caufes Tears ; A Prince fo valiant, noble, great, Reduced, to a Peafant State 5 Feeds a Flock, whofe high Renown, Still, fits him, for a Monarch's Crown: But foon our Sorrows, and our Pity fly, For Alfred, like the Eagle, foars on high. Then a Croud of Heroes throng, Meriting, the nobleft Song. Happy England ! glorious Age ! Edwards, Henries, fill the Stage : H Conquefts, ( * ) Conquefts, through all Countries roam, Learning flourifhes, at home Then Eliza, firm, and bold, In her Reign, all Factions cool'd ; Each Thing in Government, confpired to fhew Her Wifdom great, as could exift below. And in royal Anna's Time, Sprightly Wit, infpir'd our Clime ; Pope and Dryden, Gay and Prior, Sweetly touch'd, th' harmonick Lyre. In this prefent, happy Reign, Chearful Plenty, glads the Plain ; Piety the Sceptre wields, Truth and Juftice, are the Shields ; Now, in Virtue's ftricleft Way, We're guided, with a gentle 'Sway; For Righteoufnefs and Peace, walk Hand in Hand, A George and Charlotte, blefs this Happy Land. POEM ( *7 ) POEM XV. On V Q I T U R E's WORKS. JLOLITENESS, Wit, and Senfe combine, To ornament, each pleafing Line ; Gay Fancy, bright romantick Queen, Is here, in ftflleft Luftre feen. She guides the Per^ (he decks tl>e Lay, She paints the Pictures, fair as Day ; Joining Variety, to Eafe, She never fails to ftrike, and pleafe. May Fancy, Genius bright, and free, Beftow her pleafing Art on me ; And as, in Voiture's charming Lines, Where Senfe attir'd by Fancy fhines; So in my carelefs Numbers may, A graceful Eafe, and Freedom play. P O E ( 28 ) POEM XVI. An ALLEGOR Y Looking at a PICTURE in TAPESTRY. I. X O U afk, my Dear ! to know the Name, Of that beauteous, winged Boy; And tho' it tints my Cheek with Shame; I tell you he was once my Joy. II. Some call him Cupid, others Love, 'Moft, all Men fear him, none defire ; For if he could, thefe Arrows move, He'd fet the human Frame on Fire, III. ( *S> ) in. He'd caufe a Paffion in the Mind, Would make fome Object to us dear ; And in a Tendernefs refin'd, Would bid us figh, and weep, and fear. IV. W 7 ell do you know, there's no fuch Gueft, That's now admitted, now approv'd ; Yet once within, this very Breaft, His Empire fway'd, his Engines mov'd. V. I, and a few r like tender, young, Shelter'd poor Cupid, from Mankind ; was the Subject of our Sonp-, Our Moments were, to him refign'd. I VI ( 3 ) VI. Until at length our careful Friends, Being inform'd of our Employ ; Each with great Eagernefs contends, To difcharge our favourite Boy. VII. They brought the Trembler, from his Place, And dar'd him, to defend his Caufe ; They were unmoved, with his Grace, And were unvanquifh'd, by his Laws. VIII. Their Champion, was a Monfter ftern, Brought forth, to rival little Love ; His Looks were fitted to difarm, His Manners harm, unapt to move. ( 3i ) IX. His Bus'nefs was, to cool the Heart, Banifh every tender Pain ; To fet up Treachery, and Art, And faften there, the Love of Gain. X. No Wonder then, the winged Child, Such an Enemy, highly fear'd ; Yet in fweet Accents, gently mild He fpoke ; the Monfter grimly fneer'd. XL Pity, O ! Pity, on me take, Rob me not, of every Spoil 5 Tis fine, my Heart thro' Grief will break, If you do thus, invert my Toil fc XII, ( 32 ) XII. O ! prudent Int'reft be content. With Dominion, o'er the Men ; Kindly, generoufly, confent, That a few Females, bear the Chain. XIII. He anfwer'd ftern, poor Cupid fled 3 And hid himfelf in Caverns wide ; And certain if he be not dead, With Poverty, he'll, now refide. P O E M ( 33 ) POEM XVII. U NSOIL'D with Envy, and unvex'd with Strife, May I refign, this tranfitory Life ; May I, unhurt by Avarice, or Guile, Quit thefe gay Scenes, yet leave them with a Smile : Mufe on the Labours, of a Life well fpent, And in the fweet Remembrance, dye content ; Contented, yield my Breath, without a Sigh, Then on the Wings of Rapture, foar on high : Replete with Bleilings holy, facred, pure, Joys that will never fail, but always mall endure. K P O E M ( 34 ) POEM XVIII O N G. I. Y Arabella's frank, and free,. Gay, affable, and witty, Her Voice is pleaiing to Degree, Her Face is fair, and pretty. II. Her Temper's fvveet, her Manners kind, Her Sharpnefs, more than common ; In fhort, in Perfon, Ways, and Mind, She is, a charming Woman. III. ( 35 ) ni. May deareft Bella happy prove, May Fortune, fmile upon her ; Were I, a Man, I'd crave her Love, I wou'd upon my Honour, POEM ( 36 ) O E M XIX. I. LORD! thy Favours ever flow, On all thy Creatures, here below ; Thy Bounty fills, the hungry Soul, Thy Care extends from Pole to Pole. II. 'Tis Thou, who hears the fuppliant Call, And rears them up, that lowly fall ; Thy Goodnefs does, to all defcend, The Widow's Help, and Orphan's Friend. ill. ( 37 ) III. To Thee, O ! Lord, our Hopes arife, Direct our Heart, enlight our Eyes $ Inftru6t us, in Salvation's Way, And never let us, from Thee ftray. IV. Let Truth our Words, and Actions guide, Let Truth, within our Souls, prefide ; O ! let it rule both Age, and Youth j For Thy Delight, O Lord ! is Truth. L POEM ( 38 ) O E M XX. O N G. I. H L O E I love, no Tongue can tell, How earned, conftant, or how well; Yet I'll engage, you fliall not find, The Charm by which, me holds my Mind. IL Altho' her Face, is heav'nly fair, Her Eyes are bright, genteel her Air ; Tho' ev'ry Beauty's in her join'd, Yet 'tis not they, enchant my Mind. IIL ( 39 ) m. Altho' fhe's witty, well bred, gay, Chearfully blooming, as the May ; The Beauty's of a diff'rent Kind, Which captivates, my Heart and Mind. IV. Away ye Pert ! ye Proud ! depart ; She's mild, that fways, and rules my Heart ; With Coldnefs, I your Beauty fee, Good Nature is, the Charm for me, POEM ( 4-3 ) OEM XXI. On KENSINGTON GARDENS. HAT charming Scenes, enchant the gazing Sight, Soothing the Mind, infilling calm Delight ; Now little Hills, in pleafing Verdure mine, Now awful Shades, our ev'ry Thought refine ; Such charming Objects, Admiration raife, Infpire us, with the grand Creator's Praife ; Demand our Gratitude, exalt our Pray'r, To him whofe piercing Eye, looks ev'ry where - y Whole Pow'r, the Hills, the Dales, the Rocks refound, Whofe Bounty gladdens All, transfufing Joys around. P O E M ( 41 ) O E M XXII. O N G. JL/ E T us Celia! fondly ftray, Down that mazy, winding Way ; Let us hear, the Linnets fing, Tafte the Sweets, the Joys, of Spring; II. Or, by yonder pleafing Hill, Let us hair, the purling Rill, Gently murmur, gently play, Gilded, by a funny Ray : M III ( 42 ) III. But if Grottos feem more fweet, Let us quickly, find a Seat, On the turfy, mofly Ground, Pinks and Dailies, blufhing round. IV. Come, my Charmer ! come away, And enjoy the vernal Day ; Let us hear the Linnets ling, Tafte the Pleafures, of the Spring. POEM ( 43 ) OEM XXIII. H AIL Modefty ! endearing Grace, Of ev'ry Feature, ev'ry Face ; 'Tis Thou doft tin&ure Beauty's Cheek, And giv'ft the Afpect, mildly meek. Thou art the Chief, of Chloe's Charms, Her fafe Preferver, from all Harms. Who could offend a lovely Fair, Whofe modeft Mind, with modeft Care, O'er ev'ry Word, and Thought, prefides, Her Soul directs, her Action guides. Fair Modefty ! becoming Rule Both to the Wife Man, and the Fool ; Thy charming Influence extend, O'er all who err, and hope to mend ; O'er all, who being right would ftay, In Knowledge, or in Virtue's Way. O ! Modefty ! our Faults atone, And make our Virtues, all our own. P O E M ( 44 ) O E M XXIV. P S A L M. O R D of all PowV, and Might, Eternal j holy King ; To ferve Thee, is Delight, From Thee, all Bleffings fpring. II. Let me, my Treafure place, Where Treafure, is fecure ; Enrich me, with thy Grace, To make me blefs'd, and pure, III. ( 45 ) in. O ! teach my Heart to love, Where Love, is beft repaid; Let me my Soul improve, And be Thyfelf, my Aid. IV. Eternal ! holy King, From whom, all Pleafures flow ; Give to my Faith, a Wing, That I, Thy Joys may know. N P O E M ( 46 ) POEM XXV. ^ t JL O R Shame, this Fooliflinefs give o'er, To read, to meditate, and pore. What is it prithee ? but to {train, Some Folly, from another's Brain : But if we niuft, fome Nonfenfe fee, Your own is welcomeft to me : Perhaps, a Novelty may grace it, If fo, you need not, blufh to face it* Quickly think, and quickly write. What is't to you ? if it be right ? The Cri ticks will, that Taflc attend, Point out its Faults, and how to mend, And take my Word on't all your Care, Will ne'er this Operation fpare. Defects, the Criticks always find, As a good Man's, for ever kind. i o ( 47 ) To One, a Picture's always bright, He views it, in the faireft Light ; The Other fees it, thro' a Shade, The Faults look ftrong, the Beauties fade. P O T M { 48 ) OEM XXVI. O N G. I. A S I fat, with my beautiful Lafs, Where Lillies, and Rofes did grow; She pluck' d up a Sprig of the Grafs, Which fhe threw, on the Valley below. II. Lay there, pretty Emblem ! fhe faid, Of Love, in its earlieft Prime ; At prefent, you're brightly array'd, But by Ev'ning no longer will mine. in. ( 49 ) So pafs, the fond Paffions of Man, So quickly they fade, and they die; Ah ! fure it would be our beft Plan,. T' avoid their Deceits, and to ity, IV. My pretty dear Lydia ! I faid, I cannot with you here agree ; If you'll patiently fit, in this Shade, I'll talk to you, truly and free. V. The Sprig, you had now in your Hand, "Wants Vv r ater, to ftrenothen and grow ; So Love will before it expand, Need Kindnefs, to cherifli its Glow. O VI. C 5 J VL But if with a foolim Difdain, You its Raptures, and Ardours allay j 'Tis extracting the Root, and the Grain, No Room for its Action, or Play. VII. Then learn, from yon Emblem of Grafs, To be gentle, complying, and kind; For foon the Affection will pafs, That has taken no Root^ in the Mind< POEM ( 5* ) P O E M XXVII. On the SERVICE of the CHURCH of ENGLAND. cc Worfhip God, in the Beauty of Holinefs.' : ERE then, this great Commandment we fulfill, No Dulnefs enters here, no barren Chill - y But Words, with Energy and Truth confpire, To raife the fervent Heart, the heav'nly Fire. Here, the grand Organ, with a fwelling Tone, Infufes Peace, our ev'ry 111 fcems flown ; Sooth' d by its Melody, our Minds attain, A chearful Eafe, a Joy at ev'ry Strain. We lofe Idea of Earth, in fond Defire, Our Fancy's wafted, to celefiial Choir ; Where bleffed Spirits, facred Voices raife, To prove their Joy, and fhew their Maker's Praifc. Like them, we choofe Humility, and fall, Before that Being's Throne ; whofe Pow'r encircles All. P O E M ( J* ) O EM XXVIII. O N G. L W E E T bloom the Flow'rs in bright Array, The Kids in pleafing Rapture play; And ev'ry Being, ftrives to prove, A Senfibility to Love. II. Look my dear Anna ! fee what Grace Infpires, the pretty feather'd Race : How tender, kind, they look, they move, And fwell their little Throats in Love. III. ( 53 ) in. Sweet pretty Creatures ! happy they, Who thus their Tendernefs, difplay ; Learn, learn, my Anna ! from the Dove, A Senfibility, to Love. POEM ( 54 ) POEM XXIX. ELL, O tell ! what can it be, Binds my Soul, fo clofe to Thee; With insinuating Art, Gently robs me, of my Heart. That tho' far, as Pole from Pole, Could unite, each fep'rate Soul ; What can it? my Charmer! be, But Force, of fecret Sympathy. POEM ( 55 ) OEM XXX. SONG. I. JL HO' Dorander's fincere, there's Excefs in his Love, And therefore his Offers, you fhculd not approve ; Who now thinks you a Goddefs, will foon as is common, After Marriage perceive, you're a poor fimple Woman. II. To Strephon's Behaviour, I likewife object, And think you his Perfon, and Suit fhould reject ; For the Man, who fees Foibles fo plain, while a Lover, What Faults will he not ! after Wedlock difcovcr. Ul C 56 ) III. There's a Medium in all Things, andtheLover that's kind, May view all your Faults, without hating your Mind : For Nature's imperfeft, and the Man that is true, Will own in himfelf, equal Frailties with you. POEM f 57 ) POEM XXXI. I. I HE Maid, that's bleiTed with Content,, No evil Paffion knows ; But all her Thoughts, are fix'd intent,, On Study, and Repofe- II. Her Heart is not attach'd to Wealth, A vain, tho' glitt'ring Show ; She afks for Innoeencc, and Healthy Vv r hence, real Pleafures flow. Q : r ( S3 ) III. Sweet Occupations, fill the Day, Chearful fhe tunes the Song ; Now liftens, to poetick Lay, Now joins, the youthful Throng, IV. For Friendfhip's tender Cares defign'd. She picks, a chofen Few ; Her Love to thofe, is unconfin'd, She thinks her Heart, their Due, V. Severe to none, polite to all, Her Manners each engage ; Her Accents, with their gentle Fall, Might ftill, the fierceft Rage, VI ( 59 ) VI. Religion is, her chief Delight, To that, fhe heedful tends ; At early Morn, at dufky Night, With awful Love, flie bends, VII. She offers, to the Firft of Beings, Praifej Begs, he will lead her, in his perfect Ways ; Forgive her Sins, excufe her Errours paft, And guide her, to that Place, where Joys for ever laft. POEM ( fa )) P O M XXXIL SONG. I. O W no Delights, attend the Spring-, In vain, the tuneful Blackbirds fing ; No Pleafure yields, their warbling Strain*, Since Daphne ftill, I love in vain, IL Chearfully, pleafing, fliines the Day, The Flow'rs fmell fweet, the Fields look gay 3 Yet from their Profpec*ts, nought I gain, Since Daphne {Till, I love in vain. III. ( 6x ) in. In vain poetick Numbers flow, To fpeak my Grief, to paint my Woe ; Now no Complaints, can eafe my Pain, For Daphne ftill, I love in vain. IV. I'll time my Reed in fad Defpair, And with foft Murmurs, fill the Air ; Refound ye Woods ! refound the Strain, That Daphne ftill, I love in vain, N. B. An Hint taken from the Song, " Damon itill I love in vain." R. P O E M ( ^2 ) POEM XXXIIL ELL my Dear ! how do you now ? 'Pon my Word, I fcarce know how : I tremble, when I think how much, I venture by each Pencil's Touch. How know I ? but I miffht have been, Held in fober Folks' Efteem ; Had I not thefe Trifles mown, "Which better I had let alone. Much I fear, Pierian Spring, I've prov'd to be, a dangerous Thing ; And by flight tailing Learning's Stream, Have fpoke, like Children, in a Dream. POEM ( 6 3 ) OEM XXXIV. On Dr. DOMINICETI: CHELSEA. JL O U R active Studies, who can trace, Or follow, in each varied Plan, You fearch the vegitative Race, Apply it, to the Ufe of Man. Juft Praifes fhall attend your Care, And Gratitude, infpire the Lay, Many recover'd, from Dcfpair, Will to your Merit, Tribute pay. Who i 6 4 ) Who can enough applaud the Art, That cures the Body, chears the Mind , That quick revives, the drooping Heart, A Pow'r too great, to be defin'd. At leaft by me let them explain, Who beft its balmy Art can tell ; Many there are, who all retain, Grateful Remembrance, of your Skill. P O E M ( 6 5 > OEM XXXV. SONG. I. jLJ EARE8T Lefty, let me prove, The Blifs to fuccour, her I love. If my Fair has loft a Friend, Take in lieu, thy Evelend. II. I, with Joy and Rapture will, Friendfhip's gentle Laws fulfil ; Hear thy Plaints, and calm thy Mind, Share thy Woes, in Pity kind. S HI ( 66 ) III. Or if Fortune's Gifts have ftray'd, From my charming, lovely Maid, Then my Lefbia, let me prove, The Joy of aiding, her I love. POEM ( 67 ) POEM XXXVI. ELEGY on the DEATH of a YOUNG GENTLEMAN: CHELSEA. T H E elegiack Verfe, is heavy, flow, Its Numbers fuit, the melancholy Mind ; Its Accents feem, in dreary Grief to flow, For foft Emotions, are to fad comhin'd. It cannot pleafe the joyous, feftivc Soul, It ne'er afTumes, the elevating Strain ; Its Verfes feem, with Lailitude to roll, Yet foftly foothe, the Murmurings of Pain, o ( 68 ) Well would it fuit, to fay how William fell, A Vidlim in his blooming, healthy Prime ; How of the World, he took a laft Farewel, And left it, in the Morning of his Time. Well would it fuit, to paint the Mother's Woe, So deep, fo heavy, yet fo filent, calm ; Unlook'd-for Stroke, more terrible the Blow, No Comfort could, her fad Affliction charm. But oh ! could this, or any other Art, Exprefs the Feelings, of his much-lov'd Maid ; When to her wond'ring, fadly, boding Fleart, They feem'd to intimate, her Lover dead. No, ( 69 ) No,, 'tis not in poetick Number's Pow'r, To fpeak her Agony, to mew her Grief ; How in that folemn, in that dreadful Hour, She hated, ev'ry Semblance of Relief. She pin'd in Thought, her ev'ry Joy feem'd flown, Religion was her heft, her only Eafe ; And at a Time, her earthly Hopes were blown, Religion could alone, afford her Peace. Ah ! had flie then, no fympathizing Friend, That would with tender Care, her Spirits chear ; That would in kindly Pity, Comfort lend, And pay her, Sigh with Sigh, and Tear for Tear, i ^. 70 Yes, ftie had One, that with a forrowing Moan, Did in each doleful Grievance, take a Part ; That both for William, and his Love, did mourn, And treafure their Idea, in her Heart. Lis fhe, who now this Soul-felt Tribute pays, Whofe Eyes, in fid Remembrance overflow ; Whofe foft Emotions point out melting Lays, To eafe her Mind, and paint its tender Woe, POEM ( 7* ) O EM XXXVII O N G. O R thee, O ! Julia ! flows the Tear, For thee, efcapes the Sigh fincere ; For thee, the Heart with Ardour burns, Complains, laments, and grieves, by Turns. II. Prefer ve my Mind, from fad Defpair, Liften with Kindnefs, to my Pray'r : Pity, dear Maid ! the Pangs of Love, And think, how exquiiite they prove, III. ( 72 ) in, Since Friendfhip does, for thee infpire, A flaming Heat, a fervent Fire ; Ah ! think how great his Feelings prove, Whofe Theme^ whofe Joy, whofe Soul, is Love, P O E ( 73 ) POEM XXXVIII. O N G. I. H O W difmal now feems Nature, When abfent, from my Dear; How alter'd ev'ry Creature, Now he does not appear. II. That pretty running Fountain, With dreary Murmur flows ; That graceful, tow'ring Mountain, Dees awful Thoughts impofe. U III. ( 74 ) m. The Blackbird's tuneful finging, In Sorrow foothes my Ear ; All Nature brightly fpringing, Reminds me, of my Dear. IV. 'Tvvas thus with Mufick fwelling, His PaiHon he difplay'd; 'Twas there, in rural Dwelling, He pretty Garlands made. V. 'Twas fitting by this Mountain, And with a mournful Eye ; He pointed to that Fountain, I gave a piercing Cry. VI. ( 75 ) VI. And mud the cruel Ocean, Such faithful Hearts divide ; How dreadful is the Notion, To thy unhappy Bride ! VII. He foftly whifper'd, never Shall my fond Heart have Reft ; 'Till thus, and thus, for Ever I, clafp thee to my Breaft, VIII. As One to Mis'ry waking, From a delightful Dream ; Deiires to be mistaken, And longs, to ileep again, ( 76 ) IX. So do I wifh that Nature, Would kindly difappear ; O ! vanifh ev'ry Creature, 'Till I regain my Dear. X. Then I, true Pleafure meeting, Would quit all falfe Alarms ; Life's Evils, would feem fleeting, When jfhelter'd, by his Arms. XL Return, thou faithful Lover ! Ik calm, O ! raging Main ! When once, he's fairly over, We'll never part again. P O E M ( 77 ) POEM XXXIX, On DAVID G A R R I C K, Esq, JL HO' Eloquence did fmoothly flow, And ev'ry Grace, the Poets know, It would exert them all to tell, How much thy Art, does their's excel. 'Tis true, the foft, poctick, Lay, Can pleafing Images convey ; Defer ibe the Garden, and the Flow'r, The joyous Moment, focial Hour. X But ( 78 ) But you adopt an higher Part, And raife each Feeling, in each Heart ; With Emphafis, and Spirit join'd, You move the Soul, and pleafe the Mind. The cruel Hearted drops ' a Tear, The Hero (hakes, with unknown Fear; And ev'ry Paflion's by Thee wrought, Beyond the common Reach of Thought. As a Musician's tuneful Hand, Can ev'ry String, and Sound command ; ]uft fo doft thou, with nervous Fire, Pain, Pleafure, Rage, or Peace infpire. The ( 79 ) The Painter draws in divers Hues, Different Men, in different Views ; But by thy Art, he's far out-fhone, You mew us, thoufand Men, in One, If through my Song, poetick Mufe, Did ev'ry Charm, of Wit diffufe ; A better Subject for the Lay, No Age, or Country, could difplay. May then this faint Eflay engage, Some abler Bard, of abler Age ; To fing thy Praife, thy Merits found, While Echo vibrates, all around POEM ( 8o ) POEM XL. On the DEATH of my late dear and worthy Friend Mrs. ELERS, CHELSEA. WITH an extenflve open Hand, She kindly fuccour'd the Diftrefs'd ; In her the Widow, found a Friend, Her Bounty made, the Orphan blefs'd. Whene'er me fpoke, pure Wifdom flow'd, In kindeft Accents, from her Tongue ; The coldeft Heart with Pleafure glow'd, Th' admiring Ear, attentive hung. With ( 8i ) With prudent Skill, induftrious Care, Domeftick Happinefs me fonrfd ; Infpecling ev'ry Home Affair, The Bread of Idlenefs, fhe fcorn'd. Her happy Children, call'd her blefs'd, Each Mouth o'erflowed in her Praife ; Of Peace fecure, of Worth poffefs'd, She clos'd the Number of her Days. In Virtue's Path, Religion's Road, She labour'd, in this earthly State ; Her Hands fhall reap the Fruits, they fow'd, Her Works fhall praife her, in the Gate. Y Favour's (82 ) * Favour's deceitful, Beauty's vain, But fhe, who ferv'd high Heavens King; Acquires an everlafting Fame, And Songs of Triumph, fhall fhe fing. * Proverbs, Chap. xxxi. Ver. 30, POEM ( 83 ) POEM XLT. W H I L E fome for Riches, fell an honeft Name, And others thirft for Praife, and pant for Fame ; While fome for Pleafure, fome for Profit long, And gaudy Triflers join, a trifling Throng ; Me, let the pleafing Bulinefs employ, To fearch true Glory, and procure true Joy ; Eye Nature's Scenes, and meditate the Way, To mount from Darknefs, to eternal Day. When firft our Soul acquires, its reas'ning Pow'iy Truths flaiTi upon it, in each muling Hour : And the firft Thing, the Rational-minded cry, Is, whence my Being ? how, or what am I ? How came I here ? and by what Pow'r can fay, Move, move, my Arm ! and make my Arm obey. Who form'd the Sky ? or made that running Stream, Who is it clads, the neighb'ring Groves with Green, Thus, ( 8 4 ) Thus when we ftri& examine Nature's Face, Where Art with Beauty meets, and Eafe with Grace ; We foon muft know, that a prevailing Pow'r, cc Suckles each Herb, and nourishes each Flow'r ; ' .A Being prior to each earthly- Thing, A great, eternal, and All-pow'rful King. Our Soul infpir'd with a celeftial Flame, Will thus with Awe, addrefs his holy Name. All Hail ! thou glorious Spirit ! ever hail, Whofe Pow'r immenfe, can never, never fail : Whofe greatly foaring, univerfal Mind, Has all that's good, and all that's great combin'd. Thou art the Soul of Life, the Source of Joy, Thy Bounties always laft, and never cloy; Thy Mercy is fupreme, as thy Command, Thou ruleft all Things, with a lenient Hand. From Chaos, where all Liie, in Embryo lay, By thy great Goodnefs, fprung the chearful Day ; The fair Creation's beauteous Scenes arife, The Darknefs difappears, and Horrour flies ; Sweets ( 8 5 ) Sweets bloom with Sweets, with Green the Trees are crown'd, And Plants of various Kinds, bedeck the Ground; Each Path with Beauty marvellous, is ftrow'd, And Nature lifts us up, to Nature's God. The Sun with its refplendent glorious Rays, Reflects in pompous Terms, Almighty Praife $ The little Birds, that warble in the Spring, Utter the Glory, of a heav'nly King. And mail we fhut our Ears to Nature's Voice, No ! may unerring Reafon, guide our Choice ; Blefs'd be thy Name, O Pow'r ! by all ador'd, Rever'd by Heathen, and by Sage explor'd ; Proftrate in Duft we breathe the humble Pray V, While Rocks, Air, Earth, and Skies, thy Name declare. Air, Earth, and Skies, the Deity proclaim, Echo our Praifes, and repeat his Name. A God ! a God ! each Thing in Nature cries, A God ! a God ! our Tongue, our Heart, replies. Reafon, inftrucl: us, how a God to find, Points out his Goodnefs, infinitely kind ; Z inipires ( 86 ) Infpires us with a reverential Awe, But intimates this plain, this nat'ral Law ; That all Things bloom, yet fade, exift, yet die, Appear like Shadows, and like Shadows fly ; That Nothing in this tranfient Scene remains, But fleet as Winds, and fluid as the Rains ; Each Individual fpends, his fhort-liv'd Day, Then as a Drop, difTolvent melts away ; Leaves not a Trace, of what he once has been, What his Tongue utter'd, or his Eyes had Teen * What his Mind fancy'd, or his Soul refolv'd, What Pain he fuffer'd, in what Toils involved. ..All ! all forgotten, as fhall fhortly be Each Token, Sign, and Monument, we fee. Each Subftance foon, will in Oblivion lay> And an eternal Night, fucceed the Day. Thus fays the Man, by Reafon only taught, Dim is his Profpecl:, and obfcure his Thought. Doubts war with Doubts, continual in his Mind> And fad Commotions are to fad combin'd. Sometimes ( 7 ) Sometimes he cherimes a ch earful Hope, And gives Imagination, all its Scope ; Then finks, and faddens, into cold Defpair, And ev'ry Profpedt vanifhes in Air. Thus now he'll argue, he who clads that Tree, Suftains thofe Mountains, and inftru&s that Bee ; Will furely deign, his Creature to fupply, And watch his Goings, with propitious Eye : Preferve our Being, and our Souls convey, To an all-blefTed, ever blooming Day ; Will place us where, no Enemies come nigh, Where Tears are wiped, and the Heart-felt Sigh No longer heaves but Pleafures will remain, Sublime in Tranfport, without Check, or Stain. But hum 1 bold Wretch ! unprejudiced fee, The mighty Diff'rence, 'tween thy God and thee \ Will he ? who can in Pow'r, all Worlds fuftain, And flop the Torrents, of th' extenfive Main ; Who by his Wifdom, does each Syftem fway, And form'd the greater Light, that rules the Day. Will ( 88 ) Will he ? fay, will he ? condefcend to throw, An Eye, on one fo weak, fo poor, fo low ; Will he ? whom all Impurity detefls, Receive thy PrayV, or grant thee, thy Requefts. Ah, no ! thy Mind unworthy of his Care, Can nought expect, but Anguifh and Defpair : Thy Sins unfit thee, for thy Maker's Blifs , And all thy Studies centre, ftill in this ; That one fo impotent, fo prone to 111, So deaf to Wifdom, cannot Right fulfil: And therefore cannot lift his Hopes fo high, As to yon Orbs, that fparkle in the Sky 5 His State affuredly, and certain, muft Like other earthly Creatures, end in Duft. Sad difmal Profpecl, yet its all we find, That natural Religion, yields Mankind. How dread the Thought, to wander Life's dull Road, Without the Comfort, of a chearing God ; Without the Hope, of an eternal Friend, Whofe Mercy might, an healing Comfort fend. Sad ( 9 ) Sad is the Conflict, we muft undergo, 'Tween Vice and Virtue, Happinefs and Woe ; If we thus dreary, melancholy ftand, Without the Aid, of an all-guiding Hand ; When we reflect on his ftupendous Pow'r, We ftand amaz'd, and all our Proipe&s low'r. Our ev'ry Thought fuggefts that one fo high, Will never deign, our lowly State to eye. This is the Sum of all, that Reafon can Procure the bufy, active Mind, of Man. But hear, ye Nations, and revive, ye Dead ! A Saviour comes, Defpair and Doubt are fled. Rife on the Wings of Faith, difdain all Fear, A Saviour comes, Salvation draweth near ; He comes ! He comes ! and leaves the bleft Abode, To elevate the fick'ning Soul to God ; T' expel Diftrefs, to wipe each watry Fye, Heal broken Hearts, and flop each heavy Sigh ; To calm Difturbance, and to end all Strife, And give to Man, an everlafting Life : A a He He adds to Juflice, Mercy ; and infpires, Adoring Ardours, heavenly Defires ; He aids our Mind, and fan&ifies our Pray r, Is with us here, and there, and evVy where ; His tender Mercies always will endure, His Word is Life, his Promifes arc fure. ! can there be a Soul fo bafe, fo mean, As not to recollect, that glorious Scene ; When a Redeemer cry'd, depart all Fears, To me your Sorrows give, to me your Tears. 1 am the Life, the Refurrection's Lord, For Joy's the Fruit, of my eternal Word : Draw near, ye Bleffed ! your Redeemer know, The Source of Life, the Hope of all below. Fix'd in your Faith, walk firm the narrow Road, And with an humble Awe, adore your God : Let holy Charity, your Maxims warm, Let Truth conduct you, and let Virtue charm. Glow with a Senfe of the Almighty Love, And place your Treafure, in the Realms above. Th( ( 9i ) Then fhall we rifing, from the Bed of Death, Inherit all the promis'd Joys of Faith ; Shall reap in Bleffing, what we fow'd in Tears, And bid adieu to Pain, to Grief, and Fears ; Shall view with trembling Hope, that awful Day, When our Redeemer, will aflert his Sway. Myriads of Angels, fhall his Pow'r attend, And Life muft on his Utterance depend. Then fhall the good Man, humbly rear his Head, Except his Fate, with Earneflnefs, not Dread ; Shall fay, O, Saviour ! Thou haft been my Truft, Great is thy Mercy, and thy Sentence juft : What Ills I did, thy Merits do atone, 'Tis they will juftify, and not my own. Forefight of Joy, his ev'ry Hope revives, The Saviour loves him, and the Judge forgives ; His Soul in Extacy, is borne away, To Realms of Blifs, and never-fading Day. F I N I S. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. | Ng^:-M3 NOV 17 19* Form L9-50m-7,'54 (5990) 444 THE LUBRARY-- UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA I .OS ANGFXES Original poems 3991 on various sub- A19Y7 .jects MM 111 m PR 3991 A19Y7