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A SOUL enlarg'd, above each selfish aim, Which soars to loftier views than mortal fame ; Io whom the various sciences unite, To beam with soften’d, and instructive light; The Saint, and the Philosopher combine, And all Religion's mildest beauties shine. While from his lips, fair truth and knowledge flow, Too great, too wise, for learned pomp, and show, -We see the Christian's unassuming grace, Adorn his manners, stampt upon his face. The warm diffusive love of human kind, Sweetens, expands, and elevates his mind. He can with noble scorn of baseness glow, Yet melt with pity for another's woe. A faithful pattern of his heav'nly Lord, At once he teaches, practises his Word. The man, the preacher, both conspire to prove, The Gospel breathes Benevolence, and Love.
THOU child of painting's mimic pencil go,
A well known face to dear Alicia shew,
And could thy lips by magic influence move,
Thou should'st declare my cordial friendly love.
Tho' not encircled with the diamond's blaze,
The glowing ruby, or the em’rald's rays,
Į know to souls like her's, a faithful friend
Does all luxurious grandeur's gems transcend,
And she the humble gist will fondly prize,
That holds a friend's resemblance to her eyes.
Oh! may it call our social hours to mind,
Revive each pleasing trace they left behind;
While faithful images of past delight,
Rise in succession to her mental sight;
Our winter ev’nings rational, and gay,
Which converse, books, so sweetly stole away ;
When fair historic Truth enlarg’d our views,
Or tun’d to rapture by the heav'nly muse,
We tasted pleasures only friendship knows,
Beyond whate'er from dissipation flows.
Ani sure my friend's affection will suggest,
The same fond ardent wish which warms my breast,
That we may shortly meet, and Friendship’s pow'r
Again lend downy wings to many an hour.
VERSES WRITTEN IN A GARDEN,
When Miss M, was not more than twelve years of age.
ONCE on a day, when Sol's bright beam
Made ev'ry thing more beauteous seem,
When Nature's face serenely smil'd, ' .3.11
A father, with his only child, . . .
Walk'd in a garden's soft retreat,
Of ev'ry blooming grace the seat;
Where the fond parent silence broke,
And thus to his fair daughter spoke.
“ You see this garden now, my dear,
Where choicest dow'rs and shrubs appear ;
Where Art and Nature both combine;
On ev'ry spot some beauties shine.
This does most evidently shew
What we to care and culture owe.
Your mind will no less care demand, ...
Yes, culture's finest, nicest land. ..,,
Should nurse the seeds of wisdom, worth,
And call each fair production forth :
For what avails the happiest soil,
If we bestow not useful toil ?
'Tho' noblest plants might flourish there,
Yet when neglected, weeds appear.
Regard yon op'ning rose, he cry'd,
See how it blooms in beauteous pride,
The fairest of the flow'ry race,
Adorn’d with each attractive grace:
But ah! what now so charms thy eye, .,!,
Will soon, alas ! ungather'd die ; ::.:.
Or by some hand be snatch'd away,
Perhaps some child's, in harmless play; .
Thus 'tis with each external charm,
The transient beauties of a form,
Soon they desert the brightest maid,
And all her vain attractions fade.
Then while improvement's in thy pow'r; 214
Seek virtue, that immortal flow'r : .
It yields, my Child, the best perfume,
And wears an undecaying bloom,
It will survive e'en nature, time,
And Aourish in a heav'nly clime.