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Oh! what remains, what lingers yet,
To cheer me in the dark’ning hour? The grape remains ! the friend of wit
In Love and MIRTH of mighty poy? Haste-press the clufters, fill the boys
APOLLO! shoot thy parting ray, This gives the sunshine of the four,
This god of health, and verfe and day. Still-still the jocund strain ni fow,
The pulle with virous pture beat; My STELLA with new crms shall glow,
And ev'ry bliss in wie Thall meet.
CREATION. THE spacious firniament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled bagkv'n's, a fhining frame, Their great original proclaim. Th’ unwearyd !un, from day to day, Does his Creator's pow'r display; And publishes, to ev'ry land, The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the ev’ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale; And nightļy, to the lift'ning earth, Repeats the story of her birth: Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in folemn silence, all Move round the dark terreftrial ball; What though, no real voice, nor found, Amidst their radiant orbs be found, In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine,
BENEVOLENCE. HIL fource of transport ever new ;
Whilft thy kind dictates I pursue,
Their wishes and their care.
Which still thy hand futlaips: By thee sweet PEACE her empire spread, Fair SCIENCE rais'd her laureld head,
And DISCORD gnash'd in chains.
All nature owns thy nod:
From nothing ev'n to God.
Thy charms divine expel:
To native night and hell.'
With goodness large and free,
And aid the feeble knee.
Through ev'ry action thine;
Nor let fair VIRTUE's mortal bane,
My faintest wishes sway;
And kindle endless day.
Nor with their pleasures glow:
groan in hopeless woe.
A FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON.
GIVE thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act: Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: The friends thou hast, and their adoption try'd, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel: But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade: Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear't, that th’opposer may beware of thee: Give ev'ry man thine ear; but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment': Coftly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not exprefs'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man: Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry: This, above all-to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
THE RUSTIC COT.
This casual picture, alien from our theme.
From wrong or robbery. The live-long day
THE FAIRIES FAREWELL. FAREWELL REWARDS and FAIRIES!
Good housewives now may say;
Do fare as well as they :
Than maids were wont to do,
Finds six-PENCE in her shoe?
The fairies' lost command !
But fome have chang'd your land:
Are now grown puritanes,
For love of your domains.
You merry were and glad,
These pretty ladies had.
Or ciss to milking rose,
And nimbly went their toes.
Of theirs, which yet remain ;
On many a grally plain.