II. UPON THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE. PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay Yon Cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape; Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day; Which stopped that Band of Travellers on their way Ere they were lost within the shady wood; And shewed the Bark upon the glassy flood For ever anchored in her sheltering Bay. Soul-soothing Art! which Morning, Noon-tide, Even Here, for the sight of mortal man, hast given III. THE fairest, brightest hues of ether fade; Lo, in the vale the mists of evening spread! Nor the green Islands, nor the shining Seas; Yet sacred is to me this Mountain's head, From which I have been lifted on the breeze Of harmony, above all earthly care. * See the vision of Mirzah in the Spectator. VOL. II. M "WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind; 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine Flower . V. HAIL Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour! On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower At thy meek bidding, shadowy Power, brought forth ;- M 2 VI. THE Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, She cast away, and shewed her fulgent head Meanwhile that Veil, removed or thrown aside, |