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TRUTH.
SAY! will no white-rob’d son of light,

Swift-darting from his heav'nly height,

Here deign to take bis hallow'd stand;
Here wave his amber locks; unfold
His pinions cloth'd with downy gold;

Here, smiling, stretch his tutelary wand ?

And you, ye host of saints, for ye have known Each dreary path in life's perplexing maze,

Tho' now ye circle yon eternal throne With harpings high of inexpressive praise,

Will not your train descend in radiant state, To break with mercy's beam this gath’ring cloud

of fate? 'Tis filence all: No son of light Darts swiftly from his height:

No train of radiant faints descend. “ Mortals, in vain ye hope to find, “ If guilt, if fraud has stain’d your mind,

« Or saint to hear, or angel to defend.” SO TRUTH proclaims. I hear the facred found Burst from the center of her burning throne: Where aye she fits with star-wreath'd luftre

crown's, A bright sun clasps her adamantine zone. SO TRUTH proclaims : her awful voice I hear: With many a folemn pause it slowly meets my ear: “ Attend, ye sons of men ; attend, and say, - Does not enough of my refulgent say.

" Break thro’ the veil of your mortality?

“ Say! does not REASON in this form desery ( Unnumber'd, nameless glories, that surpass “ The angel's floating pomp, the seraph's glowing

“ grace ? " Shall then your earth-born daughters vie “ With me Shall she, whose brightest eye

66 worm,

" But emulates the di’mond's blaze, “ Whofe cheeks but mock the peach's bloom, “ Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume, “ Whose melting voice the warbling wood

“ lark's lays; “ Shall she be deem'd my rival ? Shall a form « Of elemental dross, of mould’ring clay,

“ Vie with these charms empyreal ? the poor “ Shall prove her contest vain. Life's little day

" Shall pass, and she is gone : while I appear “ Flush'd with the bloom of youth, through heav'n's

" eternal year. “ Know, mortals, know, ere first ye sprung, “ Ere first these orbs in ether hung,

" I shone amid the heav'nly throng; « These

eyes,

beheld creation's day, “ This voice, began the choral lay, “ And taught archangels, their triumphant song.

“ Pleas'å I survey'd bright nature's gradual birth, “ Saw infant light with kindling luttre fpread,

“ Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring earth, “ And ocean heave on its extended beds

“ Saw the tall pine aspiring pierce the sky, “ The tawny lion ftalk, the rapid eagle fly. “ Laft, man arose, erect in youthful grace, “ Heav'n's hallow'd image stamp'd upon his face,

“ And, as he rose, the high behest was giv'n,' • That 1 alone, of all the hott of heav'n, Should reign protectress of the godlike youth :: Thus the Almighty spake: he spake, and call'd

" me TRUTH.

THE MAIDEN'S PETITION. Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes,

My heart your own declare ; But for heav'n's fake let it suffice You reign triumphant there.

Forbear your utmost power to try,

Nor further urge your fway;
Press not for what I must deny,

For fear I Tould obey.
Could all your arts successful prove,

Would you a maid undo,
Whofe greatest failing is her love,

And that her love for you?
Say, would you ufe that very pow's

You from her fondness claim,
To ruin in one fatal hour

A life of spotless fame ? Resolve not then to do an ill,

Because perhaps you may,
But rather use your utmost skill

To save me, than betray.
Be you yourself my virtue's guard:

Defend, and not pursue,
Since 'tis a task for me too hard,

To strive with love and you.

UNFADING BEAUTY. HE that loves a rosy cheek,

Or coral lip admires,
Or from ftar-like eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his fires;
As old time makes these decay,
So his flames must wafte away.
But a smooth and stedfast inind,

Gentle thoughts and calm defires,
Hearts with equal love combin'd,

Kindle never-dying fires : Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.

WINTER. 'TIS done! dread winter spreads his latest

glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His defolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See 'here thy pictur'd life ; pass fome few years, Thy flow’ring SPRING, thy SUMMERš ardent

ftrength,
Thy fober AUTUMN fading into age,
And pale concluding WINTER comes at last,
And Ihuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled
Those dreams of GREATNESS ? those unsolid hopes
Of HAPPINESS? those longings after FAME?
.Those restless cares? those busy bustling days?
Those gay-fpent, festive nights ? those veering

thoughts,
Loft between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
All now are vanilh'd! VIRTUE sole survives,
Immortal never-failing friend of man,
His guide to HAPPINESS on high. And fee!

the glorious morn! the second birth
Of heav'n and earth! awak’ning nature hears
The new-creating word, and starts to life,
In ev'ry heighten’d form, from pain and death
For ever free. The great eternal scheme,
Involving all, and in a perfelt włole
Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace.
Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptạous ! now,
Confounded in the dust, adore that pow'r,
And wisdom, oft arraign’d: see now the cause,
Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd,
And dy'd, neglected : why the good man's share
In life was gall and bitterness of soul :
Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd
In starving solitude ; while LUXURY,

'Tis come,

In palaces, lay ftraining her low thought,
To form unreal wants : why heav'n-born TRUTH,
And MODERATIon fair, wore the red marks
Of SUPERSTITION's scourge : why licens'd PAIN,
That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe,
Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye good diftrest!
Ye noble few! who here unbending stand
Beneath life's preffure, yet bear up awhile,
And what your bounded view, which only faw
A little part, deem'd evil, is no more :
The storms of wint’ry time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded SPRING encircle all,

HEALTH AND FREEDOM.

A FRAGMENT.

FAIR morn afcends : soft zephyr's wing

O’er hill and vale renews the spring :
Where, sown profusely, herb and flow'r,
Of balmy smell, of healing pow'r,
Their souls in fragrant dews exhale,
And breathe fresh life in ev'ry gale.
Here, spreads a green expanse of plains, .
Where, sweetly pensive, silence reigns;
And then, at utmost stretch of eye,
A mountain fades into the sky:
While winding round, diffus'd and deep,
A river rolls with sounding sweep.
Of human art no traces near,
I feem alone with nature here!

Here are thy walks, O sacred HEALTH I
The monarch's bliss, the beggar's wealth,
The seasoning of all good below!
The lov’reign friend in joy or woe!
O thou, molt courted, most despis’d,
And but in absence duly priz'd:
Pow'r of the soft and roly face !
The vivid pulfe, the vermil grace,

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