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Here let me through the vales pursue
From false caresses, causeless strife,
When best enjoy'd-when most improv'd.
Teach me, thou venerable bower,
Cool Meditation's quiet seat,
When Pride by guilt to greatness climbs,
But lest I fall by subtler foes,
Bright Wisdom! teach me Curio's art, The swelling passions to compose,
And quell the rebels of the heart.
THE MIDSUMMER'S WISH.
BY THE SAME.
O PHEBUS! down the western sky,
Come, gentle Eve, the friend of Care, Come, Cynthia, lovely queen of night; Refresh me with a cooling breeze,
And cheer me with a lambent light.
Lay me where o'er the verdant ground Her living carpet Nature spreads; Where the green bower, with roses crown'd, In showers its fragrant foliage sheds.
Improve the peaceful hour with wine,
And every strain be tun'd to love.
Come, Stella, queen of all my heart!
Whilst all my wish and thine complete,
Our murmurs-murmuring brooks return.
Let me, when Nature calls to rest,
And bid the waking world farewel.
BY THE SAME.
ALAS! with swift and silent pace
Impatient Time rolls on the year; The seasons change, and Nature's face
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe.
'Twas Spring, 'twas Summer, all was gay, Now Autumn bends a cloudy brow; The flowers of Spring are swept away, And Summer fruits desert the bough.
The verdant leaves that play'd on high,
As Boreas strips the bending trees.
The fields that wav'd with golden grain,
No more while through the midnight shade,
From this capricious clime she soars,
Vain wish! me fate compels to bear
Compels to breathe polluted air,
What bliss to life can Autumn yield,
If glooms, and showers, and storms prevail; And Ceres flies the naked field,
And flowers, and fruits, and Phoebus fail?
Oh! what remains, what lingers yet,
Haste-press the clusters, fill the bowl;
Still-still the jocund strain shall flow,
And every bliss in wine shall meet.