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This mental beam dilates the heart,
And sparkles in the face; It harmonizes every thought,
And heightens every grace.
The heaving sigh restrain!
And stop the sense of pain.
The tyrant's pity move:
And melt the soul to love.
In majesty benign,
With milder lustre shine.
Where melancholy dwells,
The dreary gloom difpels :
To cheer the mournful plains,
Ethereal mildness reigns.
No boisterous passions rise;
And baleful discord flies.
A thousand virtues glow;
And endless blessings flow.
Her fympathizing charms;
The gen'rous bosom warms.
Almighty love exerts his power,
And spreads with secret art
A transport through the heart.
which cloud Each gleam of sensual joy; And blast the gaudy flower's pride,
These blett effects destroy.
And all those graces fly,
Shall length of days defy.
S I wove with wanton care,
Fillets for a virgin's hair,
Glowing with malicious joy,
Urchin, in my rage, I cry’d,
Fatal was the nectar'd draught,
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,
done before :
-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.
EDWIN AND ANGELINA.
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 ;
· And water from the spring.
All earth-horn cares are wrong:
· Nor wants that little long.'
His gentle accents fell!
And follows to the cell