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Stars on his robes in beauteous order mect, | Thy pleasure points the shaft and bends the bow, And the sun burns beneath his awful feet. The cluster blasts or bids it brightly glow :

Now an archangel eminently bright, 'Tis thou that lead'st our pow'rful armies forth, From off his silver staff of woud'rous height, Audgiv'st great Anne thy sceptre o'er the north. Unfurls the Christian Aas, which waving flies, “ Grant I may ever, at the morning ray, And shuts and opens more than half the skies : Open with pray'r the consecrated day; The Cross so strong a red, it sheds a stain Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise, Where'er it floats, on earth, and air, and main; And with the mounting sun ascend the skics! Flushes the hill, and sets on fire the wood, | As that advances, let my zeal improve, And turns the deep-dyed ocean into blood. And glow with ardor of consuminate love;

oh formidable Glory! dreadful bright! Nor cease at eve, but with the setting sun Refulgent torture to the guilty sight!

My endless worship shall be still begun. Ah turn, unwary Muse, nor dare reveal lã And, oh, permit the gloom of soleinn night What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell. To sacred thought may forcibly invite. Say not (to make the Sun shrink in his beam) When this world's shut, and awful planets rise, Dare not affirm, they wish it all a dream; Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies. Wish or their souls may with their limbs decay, Compose onr souls with a less dazzling sight, Or God be spoil'd of his eternal sway.

| And show all nature in a milder light; But rather, if thou know'st the means, unfold Ilow ev'ry boist'rous thought in calıs subsides; How they with transport might the scene behold. How the smooth'd spirit into goodness glides !

Ah how but by Repentance --- by a mind O how divine, to tread the milky way Quick and sesere its Own offence to find ? |To the bright palace of the Lord of day! By tears, and groans, and never-ceasing care, His court allmire, or for his favor sie, And all the pious violence of pray'r ?

a leagues of friendship with his saints renew! Thus then, with fervency till now unknown, Pleas'd to look down, and see the world asleep, I cast my heart before th' eternal throne, While I long vigils to its Founder keep! strol, In this great temple, which the skies surround,! “ Canst thou not shake the centre? Oh conFor homage to its Lord a narrow bound: (weigh, Subdue by force, the rebel in my soul! “ O Thou! whose balance does the mountains Thou, who canst still the raging of the flood, Whose will the wild tumultuous seas obey, Restrain the various tumults of my blood; Whose breath can turn those wat'ry worlds to Teach me, with equal firmness, to sustain flame,

Alluring pleasure, and assaulting pain. That flame to tempest, and that tempest tame; O may I pant for thee in each desire, Earth's ineanest son, all trembling, prostrate falls, And with strong faith foinent the holy fire ! And on the bounties of thy goodness calls. Stretch out my soul in hope, and grasp the prize

O! give the winds all past offence to sweep, Which in Eternity's deep bosom lies! To scatter wide, or bury in the deep:

At the great day of recompence behold, Thy pow'r, my weakness, inay I ever see, Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold ! And wholly dedicate my soul to thee!

Then, wafted upwards to the blissful seat, Reign o'er iny will; my passions ebb and flow From age to age my grateful song repeat; At thy command, nor human motive know! Viy Light, my Life, my God, my Saviour see, If anger boil, let anger be my praise,

| And rival angels in the praise of Thee! And sin the graceful indignation raise. My love be warm to succour the distress'd,

Falles for the Female Sex. Moore, And lift the burden from the soul oppressid.

$ 280. FABLE 1. The Eagle and the O may my understanding ever read

Assembly of Birds.
This glorious volume, which thy wisdom made!
Whodecks the maiden Spring with flow'ry pride?! To her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales.
Who calls forth Summer like a sparkling bride? The moral lay, to beauty due,
Who joys the mother Autunn's bed to crown? I write, Fair Excellence, to you;
And bids old Winter lay her honors down? | Well pleas'd to hope my vacant hours
Not the great Oltoman, or greater Czar, Have been employ'd to sweeten yours.
Not Europe's arbitress of peace and war. | Truth under ficuon I impart,
May sea and land, and earth and hear'ı bejoin'd, To weed out fully from the heart,

To bring th' eternal Author to my mind! And show the paths that lead astray
When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll, | The wand'ring nymph froni wisdoin's way,
May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake I fatter none. The great and good
my soul!

| Are by their actions understood ;
When earth's in bloom,or planets proudly shine, Your inonument, if actions raise,
Adore, my heart, the Vlajesty divine!
Thro' ev'ry scenc of life, or peace, or war, I echo not the voice of
Plenty, or want, lhy glory be my care!

1 That dwells delighted on your name Shine we in arms or sing bencah our vine? Her friendly tale, however true, Thine is the vintage, and the conqucst thine: Were flati ry, if I told it you,

The

The proud, the envious, and the vain, Blund'rers, who level in the cark, The jili, the prude, demand my strain;

And always shoot beside the mark.' Io these, detesting praise, I write,

He nanies not me; but these are hints, And vent in charity ny spite.

Which manifest at whom he squints; With friendly hand I hold the glass

I were indeed that blund'ring fowl, To all, promiscuous, as they pass :

To question if he meant an owl. Should folly there her likeness view,

Ye wretches, hence! the Eagle cries, I fret not that the mirror's true:

["Tis conscience, conscience that applies; If the fantastic form offeuil,

'The virtuous mind takes no alarm, I made it not, but would amend.

Securd by innocence from harın ; Virtue, in ev'ry clime and age,

While Guilt, and his associate Fear,
Spurns at the folly-soothing page;

Are started at the passing air.
While satire, that oftends the ear,
Of rice and passion, pleases her.
Premising this, your anger spare;

$ 281. FABLE 11. The Panther, the flore', And claim the fable you who dare.

and other Beasts. The birds in place, by fictions pressid, The man who seeks to win the fair To Jupiter their pray’rs address’d:

(So custoni ars must truth forbear; By specious lies the state was sex’d,

Must lawn and farter, cringe and lie, Their counsels libellers perplex'd ;

And raise the goddess to the sky, They begg'd (to stop seditions tonglies)

For truth is hateful to her car; A gracious hearing of their wrongs.

A rudencss which she cannot bear. Jove grants the suit. The Eagle sate

A rudeness! Yes, I speak my thoughts; Decider of the grand debate.

For truth upbraids her with her faults. The Pye, to trust and pow'r preferr'd,

How wretched, Chloe, then am I, Demands permission to be heard.

Who love you, and yet cannot lie: Says he, prolixity of phrase

And still, to make you less my friend, You know I hate. Thi; libel says,

I strive your errors to annend! “ Some birds there are, who, prone to noise, But shall the senseless fop impart Are hir'd to silence wisdom's voice;

The softest passion to your heart; And skill'd, to chatter out the hour,

While he, who tells you honest truth, Rise by their emptiness to pow'r.”

| And points to happiness vour youth, That this is aim'd direct at me,

Determines, by his care, his lor, No doubt you'll readily agree;

And lives neglected and forgot? Yet well this sage assembly knows,

Trust me, my dear, with greater ease, By parts to governinent I rose.

Your taste for flatt'ry I could please; My prudent counsels prop the state ;

Aud similes in each'dull line, Magpics were never known to prate.

Like glow-worms in the dark, should shine.
The Kite rose up. His honest heart What if I say your lips disclose
In virtue's sufferings bore a part.

The freshness of the op'ning rose ?
That there were birds of prey he knew : Or that your checks are beds of How'rs,
So far the libeller said true :

Enripenil by refreshing show'rs? “ Voracious, bold, to rapine prone,

Yet certain as these How'rs shall fade, Who knew no int’rest but their own;

Time ev'ry beauty will invade.
Who hov'ring o'er the farmer's yard,

The butterfly of various hue,
Nor pigeon, chick, or duckling spar'l." More than the fow'ss resembles you ;
This inight be true; but, if applied

Fair, flutt'ring, fickle, busy thing,
To him, in troth, the sland'rer lied.

To pleasure ever on the wing,
Since ign’rance then might be misled,

Gaily coquetting for an hour,
Such things, he thought, werc best unsaid. To die, and ne'er be thought of more.
The Crow was vex'd. As yester-morn

Would you the bloom of youth should last! He flew across the new-sown corn,

'Tis virtuc that must bind it fast'; A screaming boy was set for pay,

An easy carriage, wholly free He knew, to drive the crows away;

From sour reserres or levity; Scandal had found him out in turn,

Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And buzz'd abroad that crows love corn, And looks unskill'd in any art;

Humility enough to own' And thus harangu'd upon the case:

The frailties which a friend makes known, That magpics prate, it may be true;

And decent pride enough to know A kite may be voracions too ;

The worth that virtue can bestow. Crows sometimes deal in new-sown pease, These are the charms which ne'er decay, He libels not, who strikes at these :

Though youth and bcanty fade away; The slander 's here - But there are birds, And time, which all things else remorts, Whose wisdom lies in looks, not words; | Still heightens virtue, and improves.

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You'll frown, and ask, To what intent Dismiss the train of fops and fools,
This blunt address to you is sent?

And learn to live by vidom's rules : .
I'll spare the question, and confess

Such beauties night the lion warın, I'd praise you, if I lov'd you less.

Did not your folly break the charm; But rail, be angry, or complain,

For who svould court that lorely shape, I will be rude while you are vain.

To be the rival of an ape? Beneath a lion's peaceful reign,

| He said, and snoring in disdain, When be asts met friendly on the plain, Spurn’d at the crowd, and sought the plain. A Panther of majestic port (The vainest female of the court)

15 282. FABLE 11. The Nightingale and the With spotted skin, and eyes of fire,

Glow-worm.
Filld every bosom with desire.
Where'er She mov'd, a servile crowd

The prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose Of fawning creatures cring'd and bow'd :

| The lily and the blushing rose, Assemblies ev'ry week she held

From public view her charms will screen, (Like modern belles) with coxcombs fillid; And rarely in the crowd be seen; Where noise, and nonsense, and grimace,

| This simple truth shall keep her wise And lies, and scandal, fill'd the place.

“ The fairest fruits attract the fies." Behold the gay fantastic thing

One night a Glow-worin, proud and rain, Encircled by the spacions ring!

Sontemplating her glitt'ring train, Low bowing, with inportant look,

Cried, Sure there never was in nature As first in rank, the Monkey spoke :

So elegant, so fine a creature. " Gad take me, madam! but I swear,

| All other insects that I see, No angel ever look'd so fair :

The frugal ant, industrious bee, Forgive my rudeness, but I vow

Or silk-worm, with contempt I view ; . You were not quite divine till now;

With all that low, mechanic crew,
Those limbs! that shape! and then those eyes !! Who servilely their lives employ
O close them, or the gazer dies !”

In business, enemy to joy.
Nay, gentle pug, for goodness hush,

Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn; I vow and swear you make me blush;

| For grandeur only I was bord, I shall be angry at this rate;

Or sure am sprung from race divine 'Tis so like Hait’ry, which I hate.

And plac'd on earth to live and shine. The Fox, in deeper cunning vers'd,

| Those lights that sparkle so on high, The beauties of the mind rehearsa,

Are bul the glow-worms of the sky; And talk'd of knowledge, taste, and sense,

And kings on earth their gems admire, To which the fair liave vast pretence !

Because they imitate my fire. . Yet well he knew them always vain

She spoke. Attentive on a spray, Of what they strive not to attain;

A Nightingale forbure his lay; And play'd so cunningly his part,

He saw the shining morsel near, . ' That piig was rivalld in his art.

And flew, directed by the glare; The Goatarow'd his am'rous flame,

Awhile he gaz'd with sober look, And burnt--for what he durst not name;

| And thus the trembling prey bespoke: Yet hop'd a meeting in the wood

Deluded fool, with pride elate! Might make his meaning understood.

Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate : Half angry at the bold address,

Less dazzling, long thou mightst have lain : She froguid; but yet she must confess Unhecded on the velvet plain : Such beauties miglit inflame his blood,

Pride, soon or late, degraded mourns, But still his phrase was somewhat rude. And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.

The liog her neatness inych admir'd; The formal Ass her swiftness fir'd:

$ 283. FABLE IV. Hyinen and Death. While all to feed her folly strove,

SIXTEEN, d'ye say? Nay then, 'tis time; And by their praises shard her love.

Another year destroys your prime. The Horse, whose gen'rous heart disdain'd | But stay the settlement? “ That's made." Applause by servile flatt'ry gain'd,

Why then 's my simple girl afraid ? With graceful courage silence broke,

Yet hold a moment, if you can, And ihus with indignation spoke :

And heedfully the fable scan. When flatt'ring monkeys fawn and prate, The shades were fled, the morning blush'd. They justly raise contempt or hate;

The winds were in their caverns hushid, For merit's turn'd to ridicule,

When Hymen, pensive and sedate, Applauded by the grinning fool,

Held o'er the fields his musing gait. The artful fox your wit commends,

Behind him, thro' the green-wood shade, To lure you to his selfish ends ;

Death's meagre form the god survey'd ;
From the vile flatt'rer turn away,

Who quickly, with gigantic stride,
For knaves make friendships to betray, Outwent his pace, and join'd his side.

The chat on various subjects ran,

Beauty can only point the dart, Till angry Hymen thus began :

'Tis neatness guides it to the heart; Relentless Death! whose iron sway

Let neatvess then and beauty strive Mortals reluctant must obey,

To keep a wav'ring flame alive. Still of thy pow'r shall I complain,

'Tis harder far (you 'll find it true) And thy too partial hand arraign?

To keep the conquest, than subdue ; When Cupid brings a pair of hearts,

Admit us once behind the screen, All over stuck with equal darts,

What is there farther to be seen? Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride,

A newer face may raise the flame, And cut the knot that Hymen tied.

But ev'ry woman is the same. Shall not the bloody and the bold,

Then study chiefly to improve The miser hoarding up his gold,

The charm that fix'd your husband's love. The harlot reeking from the stew,

Weigh well his humor. Was it dress Alone thy fell revenge pursue?

That gave your beauty pow'r to bless : But must the gentle and the kind

Pursue it still; be neater seen; Thy fury, undistinguish'd, find?

'Tis always frugal to be clean; The monarch calmly thus replied :

So shall you keep alive desire, Weigh well the cause, and then decide. And time's swift wing shall fan the fire. That friend of yours you lately nam'd,

In garret high (as stories say) Cupid alone, is to be blam'l;

A Poet sung his tunesul lay; Then let the charge be justly laid :

So soft, so smooth, his verse you'd swear That idle boy neglects his trade,

Apollo and the Muses there : And hardly one in twenty years

Thro' all the town his praises rung; A couple to your temple bears.

His sonnets at the playhouse sung; The wretches, whom your office blends, High waving o'er his lab'ring head, Silenus now, or Plutus sends;

The goddess Want her pinions spread, Hence care, and bitterness, and strife,

And with poetic fury fir'd, Are common to the nuptial life.

What Phæbus faintly had inspir'd. Believe me! more than all mapkind

A noble youth, of taste and wit, Your vot'ries my compassion find.

Approv'd'the sprightly things he writ, Yet cruel am I callid, and base,

And sought him in his cobweb dome, Who seek the wretched to release;

Discharg'd his rent, and brought him homo. The captive from his bonds to free,

Behold him at the stately board! Indissoluble but for me.

Who but the Poet and my Lord ! "Tis I entice him to the yoké ;

Each day deliciously he dines, By me your crowded altars smoke: .

And greedy quaffs the gen'rous wines; For mortals boldly dare the noosc,

His sides were plump, his skin was sleek, Secure that Death will set them loose.

And plenty wanton'd on his cheek;
Astonish'd at the change so new,

Away th'inspiring goddess flew. § 284. FABLE V. The Poet and his Patron.

Now, dropt for politics and news, WHY, Celia, is your spreading waist

Negleeted lay the drooping Muse, So loose, so negligently lac'd ?

Unmindful whence his fortune came, Why must the wrapping bed-gown hide

He stifled the poetic flame; Your snowy boson's swelling pride ?

Nor tale, nor sonnet, for my lady, How ill that dress adorns your head,

Lampoon, nor epigram, was ready. Distain'd and rumpled from the bed!

With just contempt his Patron saw Those clouds that shade your blooining face

(Resolvid his bounty to withdraw); A little water might displace,

And thus with anger in his look, As Nature ev'ry inorn bestows

The late-repenting fool bespoke : The crystal dew to cleanse the rose.

Blind to the good that courts thec grown, Those iresses, as the raven black,

Whence has the sun of favor shone: That wav'd in ringlets down your back,

Delighted with thy tuneful art, Uncomb'd, and injur'd by neglect,

Esteem was growing in my heart; Destroy the face which once they deck'd,

But idly thou reject'st the charm Whence this forgetfulness of dress?

That gave it birth, and kept it warm, Pray, Madam, are you married? Yes.

Unthinking fools alone despise
Nay, then indeed the wonder ceases;

The arts that taught them first to rise.
No matter now how loose your dress is ;
The end is won, your fortune's made;

$ 285. FABLE VI. The Wolf, the Sheep Your sister now may take the trade.

and the Laml. Alas! what pity 'tis to find

Duty demands, the parent's voice This fault in half the female kind!

Should sanctify the daughter's choice. From hence proceeds aversion, strife,

In that is due obedience shown ; And all that sours the wedded life.

To choose, belongs to her alone.

May May horror scise his midnight hour,

Torn from the tyrant mother's side, Who builds upon a parent's pow's.

The trembler goes, a victim-bride; And claims, by purchase vile and base,

Reluctant meets the rude embrace, The loathing inaid for his embrace ;

And bleats among the howling race. lence virtue sickens; and the breast,

With horror oft her eves beholi Where peace had built her downy nest,

Her murder'd kindred of the fold; becomes the troubled seat of care,

Each day a sister lamb is serv'd,
And pines with anguish and despair.
A Wolf, rapacious, rough, and bold,

The crashing bunes he grinds for food, Whose nightly plunders thinu'd the fold, land slakes his thirst with streaming blood. Contemplating his ill-spent life,

I Love, who the cruel nund detests,
And cloy'd with thefts would take a wife. And lodges but iu gentle breasts,
His purpose known, the sarage race

Was now no more. Enjoyment past,
In num'rous crowds attends the place ; | The savage hunger'd for the feast;
For why, a mighty wolf he was,

But (as we find in human race,
And held dominion in his jaws.

A mask conceals the villain's face) Her fav rite whelp each mother brought, Justice must authorise the treat; And hunbly his alliance sought;

Till then he long d, but durst not eat. But cold by age, or else too nice,

As forth he walk'd in quest of prey, None found acceptance in his eyes.

The hunters met him on the way : It happen'd as at early dawn,

Fear wings his flight; the marsh he sought: He solitary cross'd the lawn,

The snufting dogs are set at fault.
Stray'd from the fold, the sportive Lainb His stomach banik'd, now hunger gnaws,
Skipp'd wanton by her fleecy Dam;

Howling he grinds his empty jaws :
When Cupid, foe to man and beast,

Food must be had, and Lainb is nigh; Discharg'dan arrow at his breast.

His maw invokes the fraudful lie. The uim'rous breed the robber knew,

Is this (dissembling rage, he cried)
And trembling o'er the meadow flew;

The gentle virtue of a bride?
Their nimblest spced the Wolf o'ertook, That, learn'd with inan's destroying race,
And courteous thus the Dam bespoke :

She sets her husband for the chace:
Stay, fairest, and suspend your fear,

By treach'ry prompts the noisy hound Trust me, no enemy is near:

To scent his footsteps on the ground? These jaws, in slaughter oft inbru'd,

| Thou trait'ress vile! for this thy blood At length have known enough of blood; Shall glut my rage, and dye the wood ! And kinder bus'ness brings me now,

So saying, on the Lamh he flies,
Vauquishid, at beauty's feet to bow.

Beneath his jaws the victim dies.
You have a daughter-sweet, forgive
A Wolf's address in her I live;

| $ 286. PABLE vil. The Goose and the Swans, Love from her eyes like lightning came,

I Hate the face, however fair, Aud set my narrow all on flame;

That carries an affected air; Let your consent confirm my choice,

The lisping tone, the shape constrain'd, And ratify our nuptial joys.

The studied look, the passion feign'd, Me ample wealth and pow'r attend,

Are fopperies which only tend Wide o'er the plains my realms extend;

To injure what they strive to mend. What inidnighi robber dare invade

With what superior grace enchants The fold, if I the guard ain made?

'The face, which nature's pencil paints ! At home the shepherd's cur may sleep,

Where eyes, unexercis'd in art, While I secure my master's sheep.

Glow with the meaning of the heart ! Discourse like this attention clairu'd ;

Where freeduin and good-humor sit, Grandeur the mother's breast inflam'd;

And easy gaiety and wit! Now fearless by his sidle she walk'd,

Though perfect beauty be not there, Or settlements and jointures talkid;

The master lines, the finish'd air, Propos'd, and donblei her demands,

We catch from ev'ry look delight, Of forr'ry fields, and turnip-lands.

. And grow enamour'd at the sight: The Wolf agrees. Her bosom swells;

For beauty, though we all approve, To Miss her happy fate she tells;

Excites our wonder more than love; And, of the grand alliance vain,

While the agreeable serikes sure, Contemns her kindred of the plain.

And gives the wounds we cannot cure, The loathing Lamb with horror hears,

Why then, my Amoret, this care, And wearies out her Dam with pray'rs; | That forms you, ir effect, less fair? But all in vain; mamma best knew

If nature on your check bestows What unexperienc'd girls should do.

A bloom that emulates the rose, So, to the neighb'ring meadow carried, Or from some heavenly image drew A formal ass the couple married,

A form Apelles never knew,

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