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Imagine now the table clear,
“ Faith, friends, our errand is but vain----
AN INVITATION TO
THE FEATHERED RACE.
BY THE REV. MR GRAVESE
AGAiN the balmy Zephyr blows,
Fresh verdure decks the grove, Each bird with vernal rapture glows,
And tunes his notes to love.
Ye gentle warblers, hither fly,
And thun the noontide heat; My shrubs a cooling sade supply,
My groves a safe retreat.
Here freely hop from spray to spray,
Or weave the mofly nest;
At night here sweetly reit.
Amidst this cool translucent rill,
That trickles down the glade,
And revel in the shade.
No school-boy rude, to mischief prone,
E’er shows his ruddy face,
In this sequester'd place.
Hither the vocal Thrush repairs,
Secure the Linnet sings,
To clog her painted wings.
Sad Philomel ! ah, quit thy haunt,
Yon diftant woods among,
Thy sweetly-plaintive song.
Let not the harmless Redbreast fear,
Domestic bird, to come
My trees for you, ye artlefs tribe,
Shall store of fruit preserve;
Come, feed without reserves
For you these cherries 1 protect,
To you these plums belong :
But sweeter far your song.
Let then this leagne betwixt us made,
Our mutual interests guard,
Your songs be my reward.
ODE TO TRUTH.
Swift-darting from his heav'nly height,
Here wave his amber locks; unfold
His pinions cloth'd with downy gold; Here imiling stretch his tutelary wand ?
And you, ye hosts of saints ! for ye have known Each dreary path in life's perplexing maze,
Though now ye circle yon eternal throne With harpings high of inexpreffive praised
Will not your train descend in radiant state,
No train of radiant saints descend.
“ Or saint to hear, or angel to defend.”
Burst from the centre of her burning throne:
A bright sun clasps her adamantine zone.
Attend ye fons of men! attend, and say,
Say, does not reason in this form descry
Shall then your earth-born daughters vie
With me! Thall The, whose brightest eye
Whose cheek but mocks the peaches bloom,
Whofe breath the hyacinth's perfume,
Shall she be deem'd my rival? shall a form Or elemental drofs, of mould'ring clay,
Vie with these charms imperial? the poor worm Shall prove her conteft vain. Life's little day Shall pass, and the is gone : while I appear Flush'd with the bloom of youth through heav'n's eter
[nal year. Know, mortals ! know, ere first ye sprung,
Ere first these orbs in ether hung, I fhone amid the heavenly throng,
These eyes beheld creation’s day, : This voice began the choral lay, And taught Archangels their triumphant song.
Pleas'a 1 survey'd bright nature's gradual birth,. Saw infant light with kindling lustre spread,
Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow’ring earth;
Last, man arose, erect in youthful grace,
And, as he arose, the high behest was giv'n,
“ That I alone, of all the host of heav'n, “ Should reign protectrets of the godlike youth : " Thus:che Almightyspake: he fpake and call d me Truth.