WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
Say, human Seraph! whence that charming force,
That flame, that soul which animates each line,
And how it runs with such a graceful ease,
Loaded with popd'rous sense! ---We are here told,
When life its narrow round of years hath rolld,
What 'tis employs the blessed, what makes their bliss;
Sonts such as WATTS's are, and love like his. GROYL.
Soy'reign of Sacred Verse! accept the lays
Of a young bard that dares attempt thy praise,.-**
No vulgar themes thy pious Muse engage,
No scenes of lust pollute thy sacred page:
You in majestic numbers mount the skies,
And meet descending angels as you rise,
Whose just applauses charm the crowded groves,
And Addison thy tuneful song approves.
Soft harmony and manly vigourjoja
To form the beauties of each sprightly line,
Fur ey'ry grace of ev'ry Mure is thine,
PRINTED AT THE Apollo Prcxx,
BY GEORGE CAWTHORN, No. 132, STRAND;
BOOKSELLER AND PRINTER TO HER ROYAL HIGHNE!
THE PRINCESS OF WALES.