Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, Reafon's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence. SWEETNESS. AN ODE. BY MR. ROBERTSON. Or damaík cheeks, and radiant eyes, Let other poets tell; Within the bofom of the fair, Superior beauties dwell. There all the fprightly powers of wit In blithe affemblage play; There every focial virtue fheds Its intellectual ray. But as the fun's refulgent light Heav'n's wide expanfe refines; With fov'reign luftre through the foul, This mental beam dilates the heart, And sparkles in the face; It harmonizes every thought, And heightens every grace. One glimpse can footh the troubled breast, Can make the bed of fickness please, Its power can charm the favage heart, To fmiles convert the wildest rage, And melt the foul to love. When sweetness beams upon the throne In majesty benign, The awful fplendors of a crown With milder luftre fhine. In fcenes of poverty and woe, The dreary gloom difpels. Thus, when the blooming spring returns To cheer the mournful plains, Through earth and air, with genial warmth, Etherial mildness reigns. Beneath its bright, aufpicious beams No boisterous paffions rife; Morofenefs quits the peaceful scene, A thousand nameless beauties fpring, A fmiling train of joys appear, Unbounded Charity difplays Her fympathizing charms : And Friendship's pure feraphic flame Almighty Love exerts his power, Nor fhall the ftorms of age, which cloud Each gleam of fenfual joy, And blaft the gaudy flowers pride, These bleft effects destroy. When that fair form shall fink in years, And all thofe graces fly; The beauty of thy heavenly mind Shall length of days defy. CONJUGAL FELICITY. FROM THOMSON'S SEASONS HAPPY they! the happiest of their kind! That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their paffions into love; Where Friendship full exerts her softest power, Perfect esteem, enlivened by defire Ineffable, and fympathy of foul; Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will, With boundless confidence: for nought but love Can answer love, and render bliss secure.---- -What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonfenfe all! The human bloffom blows; and every day, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, |