While he, sad dog, from the beginning By jeering made it ten times worse. "I recollect. But 'tis no matter. The bailiff seized him quick as thought. دو Aye, marry, sir, I'll do my best." ADDRESSED TO MISS MACARTNEY, AFTERWARDS MRS. GREVILLE, ON READING THE PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE. 1762. AND dwells there in a female heart, By bounteous heaven design'd The choicest raptures to impart, Dwells there a wish in such a breast Its nature to forego, To smother in ignoble rest At once both bliss and woe? Far be the thought, and far the strain, Come then, fair maid, (in nature wise) In justice to the various powers With lenient balm may Oberon hence With ev'ry herb that blunts the sense Mankind received from heaven. "Oh! if my Sov'reign Author please, Far be it from my fate, To live unblest in torpid ease, And slumber on in state; Each tender tie of life defied, Some Alpine mountain wrapt in snow, No genial spring to taste; In vain warm suns their influence shed, He rears unchanged his barren head, What though in scaly armour dress'd, The shafts of woe, in such a breast "Tis woven in the world's great plan, 'Tis nature bids, and whilst the laws Our self-approving bosom draws Thus grief itself has comforts dear, The sordid never know; And ecstasy attends the tear, When virtue bids it flow. For when it streams from that pure source, No bribes the heart can win, To check, or alter from its course Peace to the phlegm of sullen elves, Let no low thought suggest the prayer! Sweet Sensibility! Where'er the heavenly nymph is seen, A train, attendant on their queen, The jocund Loves in Hymen's band, With torches ever bright, And generous Friendship hand in hand, With Pity's watery sight. The gentler Virtues too are join'd, The soft relations which combined The Arts come smiling in the close, The marble breathes, the canvass glows, "Still may my melting bosom cleave So Pity shall take Virtue's part, And fashioning my soften'd heart, This artless vow may Heaven receive, you, So may your guiding angel give So may the rosy-finger'd hours And suns to come, as round they wheel, With all a tender heart can feel, I. OLNEY HYMNS. WALKING WITH GOD. Gen. v. 24. OH! for a closer walk with God; A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! Where is the blessedness I knew |