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Imagine now the table clear,
And mirth in every sace appear:
The song, the tale, the jest went round,
The riddle dark, the trick prosound.

The hosts and guests at length retir'd;
When Wit thus spake her sister train.

« Faith, sriends, our errand is but vain

"Quick let us measure back the sky;

"These nymphs alone may well supply

*< Wit, Innocence, and Harmony.



Aoain 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 sly,
And shun the noontide heat;

My shrubs a cooling shade supply,
My groves a sase retreat.

Thus each admiring and admir'd,



Here sreely hop srom spray to spray,

Or weave the mossy nest;
Here rove and sing the live-long dayi

At night here sweetly rest.

Amidst this cool tranflucent rill,
That trickles down the glade,

Here bathe your plumes, here drink your
And revel in the shade.

No school-boy rude, to mischies prone,

E'er shows his ruddy sace,
Or twangs his bow, or hurls a stone

In this sequester'd place.

Hither the vocal Thrush repairs,

Secure tbe Linnet sings,
The Goldsinch dreads no flimy snares,

To clog her painted wings.

Sad Philomel! ah, quit thy haunt,

Yon distant woods among,
And round my sriendly grotto chant

Thy sweetly-plaintive song.

Let not the harmless Redbreast sear,

Domestic bird, to come And seek a sure asylum here,

With one that loves his home.

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My trees sor you, ye artless tribe,
Shall store os sruit preserve;

Oh, let me thus your sriendship bribe!
Come, seed without reserve.

For you these cherries I protect,
To you these plums belong:

Sweet is#ie sruit that you have peck'd,
But sweeter sar your song.

Let then this league betwixt us made,
Our mutual interests guard,

Mine be the gist os sruit and shade;
Your songs be my reward.


Say, will no white-rob'd son os light,'
Swift-darting frorii his heav'nly height,

Here deign to take his hallow'd stand;
Here wave his amber locks; unsold
His pinions cloth'd wirh downy gold;

Here lmiling stretch his tutelary wand?

And you, ye hosts os saints ! sor ye have known

Each dreary path in lise's perplexing maze,
Though now ye circle yon eternal throne

With harpings high os inexpressive praise,.

Will not your train descend in radiant state,
To break with mercy's beam this gathering cloud os


'Tis silence all. No son os light
Darts swiftly srom his heav'nly height:

No train os radiant saints descend.
"Mortals, in vain ye hope to sind,
"Is guilt, is sraud has stain'd your mind,
"Or saint to hear, or angel to desend."

So Truth proclaims. I hear the sacred sound
Burst srom the centre os her burning throne:

Where ayeshe sits with star-wreath'd lustre crown'd;
A bright sun clasps her adamantine zone. i

So Truth proclaims: her awsul voice I hear;

With many a solemn pause it flowly meets my ear.

Attend ye sons os men! attend, and say,-
Does not enough os my resulgent ray
Break through the veil os your mortality?
Say, does not reason in this sorm descry

Unnumber'd, nameless glories, that surpass

The angel's floating pomp, the seraph's glowing grace?
Shall then your earth-born daughters vie
With me! shall she, whose brightest eye

But emulates the diamond's blaze, ..'

Whose cheek but mocks the peaches bloom,
Whose breath the hyacinth's persume,

Wliose melting voice the warbling woodlark's lays,

Shall she be deem'd my rival > shall a form Os elemental dross, os mould'ring clay,

Vie.with these charms imperial? the poor worm Shall prove her contest vain. Lise's little day Shall pass, and she is gone: while I appear Flush'd with the bloom os youth through heav'n's eter

[nal year.

Know, mortals! know, ere sirst ye sprung,

Ere sirst these Orbs in ether hung, I shone amid the heavenly throng,

These eyes beheld creation's day,

This Voice began the choral lay,
And taught Archangels their triumphant son*.

Pleas'd I survey'd bright nature's gradual birth, Sow infant light with kindling lustre spread,

Sost vernal sragrance clothe the flow'ring earth: And ocean heave on its extended bed; Saw the tall pine aspiring pierce the sky; The tawny lioft stalk $ the rapid eagle 8y.

Last, man arose, erect in youthsul grace, Heav'n's haltow'd image stamp'd upon his sace} And, as he arose, the high behest was giv'n, "That I alone, os all the host os heav'n, "Should reign protectress os the godlike youth:" Thus theAlrflighryspafce: he spake and call'd meTrutb.

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