Succour the couch where beauty lies, O pour thy comforts there. Nor useless wafte this moral night, Warn'd by each flash, may virtue rife, While every blafted bud of vice So on that awful judgment day, Though keeneft lightnings fhoot their ray, Well pleas'd, O Lord, each eye shall fee And mark with joy, for love of thee, 199 ODE TO INNOCENCE. BY J. OGILVIE, D. D. "TWAS when the flow declining ray Had ting'd the cloud with evening gold; When by a murmuring rill reclin'd, Sat wrapt in thought a wandering swain; Calm peace compos'd his mufing mind; And thus he rais'd the flowing strain: "Hail, Innocence! celestial maid! "What joys thy blushing charms reveal!' "Sweet as the arbour's cooling fhade, "And milder than the vernal gale. "On thee attends a radiant quire, "Soft fmiling Peace, and downy Reft, "With Love that prompts the warbling lyre, "And Hope that foothes the throbing breast. "O fent from heav'n to haunt the grove, "Nor anguifh chills the living bloom. "But fpotlefs Beauty, rob'd in white, "And pure as Delia's gentle mind. "Grant, heav'nly Power! thy peaceful fway "Far in the fhady fweet retreat "Let thought beguile the lingering hour; "Let quiet court the moffy feat, "And twining olives form the bower. "Let dove-ey'd Peace her wreath bestow, "Soft, as in Delia's fnowy breast, "Let each confenting paffion move; "Let angels watch its filent reft, "And all its blissful dreams be love.. 201 CUPID BENIGHTED. ANACREON. THE fable night had spread around The race of man, with toils opprest, (Ah me! I tremble to relate) And loudly thunder'd at my gate. "Who's there?" I cry'd, "who breaks my door "At this unfeasonable hour?” The God, with well-diffembled fighs, And moan infidious, thus replies: I liften'd to the tale of woe,. Compaffion touch'd my breast, and strait "Has chanc'd my bow this ftormy night; "I fear the wet has fpoil'd it quite:" With that he bent the fatal yew, And to the head an arrow drew; Loud twang'd the founding ftring, the dart "But what a wretch I've made of thee!" |