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Imagine now the table clear,
And mirth in every face appear:
The song, the tale, the jest went round,
The riddle dark, the trick profound.
Thus each admiring and admir'd,
The hosts and guests at length retir'd;
When Wit thus spake her sister train.

“ Faith, friends, our errand is but vain----
« Quick let us measure back the sky;
" These nymphs alone may well supply
• Wit, Innocence, and Harmony.

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;
Here rove and fing the live-long days

At night here sweetly reit.

Amidst this cool translucent rill,

That trickles down the glade,
Here bathe your plumes, here drink your filly

And revel in the shade.

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No school-boy rude, to mischief prone,

E’er shows his ruddy face,
Or twang's his bow, or hurls a stone

In this sequester'd place.

Hither the vocal Thrush repairs,

Secure the Linnet sings,
The Goldfinch dreads no fimy snares,

To clog her painted wings.

Sad Philomel ! ah, quit thy haunt,

Yon diftant woods among,
And round my friendly grotto chant

Thy sweetly-plaintive song.

Let not the harmless Redbreast fear,

Domestic bird, to come
And seek a sure asylum here,
With one that loves his home,

My trees for you, ye artlefs tribe,

Shall store of fruit preserve;
Oh, let me thus your friendship bribe!

Come, feed without reserves

For you these cherries 1 protect,

To you these plums belong :
Sweet is the fruit that you have peck'd,

But sweeter far your song.

Let then this leagne betwixt us made,

Our mutual interests guard,
Mine be the gift of fruit and shade;

Your songs be my reward.

ODE TO TRUTH.

Br MASON.
Say, will no white-rob’d son of lights.

Swift-darting from his heav'nly height,
Here deign to take his hallow'd ftand;

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

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

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'Tis silence all. No son of light
Darts swiftly from his heav'nly height:

No train of radiant saints descend.
Mortals, in vain ye hope to find,
“ If guilt, if fraud has stain’d your mind,

“ Or saint to hear, or angel to defend.”
So Truth proclaims. I hear the sacred found

Burst from the centre of her burning throne:
Where aye she sits with star-wreath'd lustre crown'd;

A bright sun clasps her adamantine zone.
So Truth proclaims: her awful voice I hear;
With many a solemn pause it Nowly meets my ear.

Attend ye fons of men! attend, and say,
Does not enough of my refulgent ray
Break through the veil of your mortality?

Say, does not reason in this form 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! Thall The, whose brightest eye
But emulates the diamond's blaze,

Whose cheek but mocks the peaches bloom,

Whofe breath the hyacinth's perfume,
Whose melting voice the warbling woodlark's lays,

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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;
And ocean heave on its extended bed;
Saw the tall pine afpiring pierce the sky;
The tawny lion stalks the rapid eagle Ay.

Last, man arose, erect in youthful grace,
Heav’n’s hallow'd image stamp'a upon his face;

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.

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