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This mental beam dilates the heart,

And sparkles in the face; It harmonizes every thought,

And heightens every grace.
One glimpse can footh the troubled breast,

The heaving sigh restrain!
Can make the bed of sickness please,

And stop the sense of pain.
Its power can charm the favage heart,

The tyrant's pity move:
To smiles convert the wildest rage,

And melt the soul to love.
When sweetness beams upon the throne,

In majesty benign,
The awful fplendors of a crown

With milder lustre shine.
In scenes of poverty and woe,

Where melancholy dwells,
The influence of this living ray

The dreary gloom difpels :
Thus, when the blooming spring returns

To cheer the mournful plains,
Through earth and air, with genial warmth,

Ethereal mildness reigns.
Beneath its bright, auspicious beams,

No boisterous passions rise;
Moroseness quits the peaceful scene,

And baleful discord flies.
A thousand nameless beauties spring,

A thousand virtues glow;
A smiling train of joys appear,

And endless blessings flow.
Unbounded charity displays

Her fympathizing charms;
And friendihip's pure feraphic flame,

The gen'rous bosom warms.

Almighty love exerts his power,

And spreads with secret art
A soft sensation through the frame,

A transport through the heart.
Nor shall the storms of


which cloud Each gleam of sensual joy; And blast the gaudy flower's pride,

These blett effects destroy.
When that fair form shall fink in years,

And all those graces fly,
The beauty of thy heavenly mind

Shall length of days defy.


S I wove with wanton care,

Fillets for a virgin's hair,
Culling for my fond design,
What the fields had fresh and finė :
Cupid,--and I mark'd him well,
Hid him in a cowslip bell;
While he plumb’d a pointed dart,
Fated to inflame the heart.

Glowing with malicious joy,
Sudden I fecur'd the boy;
And, regardless of his cries,
Bore the little frighted prize
Where the mighty goblet stood,
Teeming with a rosy flood.

Urchin, in my rage, I cry’d,
What avails thy faucy pride?
From thy busy vengeance free,
Triumph now belongs to me!
Thus--I drown thee in my cup;
Thus-in wine I drink thee up,

Fatal was the nectar'd draught,
That to murder love I quaff'd,
O'er my bofom's fond domains,
Now the cruel tyrant reigns :
On my heart's most tender strings,
Striking with his wanton wings,
I'm for ever doom'd to prove
All the infolence of LOVE.

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CARE AND GENEROSITY. OLD CARE with induftry and art

At length fo well had play'd his part, He heap'd up such an ample store, That av’rice could not figh for more : Ten thousand flocks his shepherd told, His coffers overflow'd with gold; The land all round him was his own, With corn his crowded granaries groan. In short, so vast his charge and gain, That to possess them was a pain With happiness oppress'd he lies, And much too prudent to be wise. Near him there liv'd a beauteous maid, With all the charms of youth array’d; Good, amiable, fincere, and free; Her name was GENEROSITY. 'Twas her's the largess to bestow On rich and poor, on friend and foe. Her doors to all were open'd wide, The pilgrim there might safe abide: For th' hungry and the thirsty crew, The bread he broke, the drink the drew; There fickness laid her aching head, And there distress could find å bed.

Each hour, with an all-bounteous hand,
Ditius'd Me blessings round the land:
Her gifts and glory lasted long,
And numerous was th' accepting throng.
At length pale penury seiz'd the dame,
And fortune fled, and ruin came;
She found her riches at an end,
And that she had not made one friend.
All curs’d her for not giving more,
Nor thought on what the'd

done before :
She wept, je rav’d, she tore her hair,
When, lo! to comfort her came CARE;
And cry'd, my dear, if you will join
Your hand in nuptial bonds with mine,
All will be well—you shall have store,
And I be plagu'd with wealth no more.
Though I relirain your bounteous heart,
You llill shall act the generous part.
The bridal came

-great was the feast, And good the pudding and the priest. The bride in nine moons brought him forth A little maid of matchless worth : Her face was mix'd of care and glee; They christen’d her @CONOMY And styl'd her fair discretion's queen, The mistress of the golden meait Now GENEROSITY confin’d, Perfectly eafy in her mind, Still loves to give, yet knows to spare, Nor wishes to be free from CARE.


TURN, gentle hermit of the dale,

“ And guide my lonely way, 66 To where yon taper cheers the rale

“ With hospitable ray:



« For here forlorn and loft I tread,

“ With fainting fieps and Now; " Where wilds, immeasurably spread,

“ Seem lengthening as I go.” · Forbear, my son,' the hermit cries,

To teinpt the dangerous gloom; · For yonder faithless phantom flies

To lure thee to thy doom. • Here, to the house-less child of want,

My door is open still ; * And though my portion is but fcant,

• I give it with good-will. · Then turn to-night, and freely share

Whate'er my cell bestows; "My ruthy couch and frugal fare,

• My blefling and repose. "No flocks that range the valley free,

• To laughter I condemn : Taught by that


that pities me, • I learn to pity them: • But from the mountain's grassy side

• A guiltless feast I bring ;
• A ferip with herbs and fruits supply'd,

· And water from the spring.
Then, pilgrim, turn, tly cares forego ;

All earth-horn cares are wrong:
Man wants but little here below,

· Nor wants that little long.'
Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,

His gentle accents fell!
The modelt stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell
Far in a wilderness obscure
The lonely manfion lay;
refuge to the neighb’ring poor,
And firangers lcd atiray.

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