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Produce their schemes os alteration,
To work this wondrous reformation.
The usesul dome, which secret stood,
Embosom'd in the yew-tree's wood,
The trav'ller with amazement sees
A temple, Gotliic, or Chinese,
With many a bell, and tawdry rag on,
And crested with a sprawling dragon;
A wooden arch is bent astride
A ditch os water, sour soot wide,
With angles, curves, and zigzag lines,
From Halspenny's exact designs.
In sront, a level lawn is seen,
Without a shrub upon the green,
Where Taste would want its sirst great law,
But sor the skulking, fly ha-ha,
By whose miraculous assistance,
You gain a prospect two sields distance.
And now srom Hyde-Park Corner come
The gods os Athens, and os Rome.
Here squabby Cupids take their places,
With Venus, and the clumsy Graces:
Apollo there, with- aim so clever,
Stretches his leaden bow sor ever;
And there, without the pow'r to fly,
Stands six'd a tip-toe Mercury. .

The villa thus completely grac'd,
All own, that Thrifty has a taste;

And Madam's semale sriends and cousins,
With common-council men, by dozens,
Flock ev'ry Sunday to the seat,
To stare about them, and to eat.


Dauohter os Jove, relentless power! .

Thou tamer os the human breast,

Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour,

The bad asfright, afflia the best!

Bound in thy adamantine chain,

The proud are taught to taste os pain;

And purple tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unselt besore, unpitied and alone.

When sirst thy ,sire to send-on earth Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly birth, And bade to sorm her insant mind. Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lor-e With patience many a year she bore: What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And srom her own she learn'd to melt at others woe.

Scar'd at thy srown terrisic, fly
Sels-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Wild laughter, noise, and thoughtless joy,
And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer sriend, the flatt'ring soe;
By vain Prosperity receiv'd,

To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.

Wisdom in sable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapt'rous thought prosound,
And melancholy, silent maid
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend:
Warm Charity, the gen'ral sriend,
With Justice, to hersels severe,
And Pity, dropping lost the sadly-jilcasing teat.

Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chast'ning hand '.
Not in thy gorgon terrors clad,
Nor circled with the vengesul band
(As by the impious thou art seen),
With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien.
With screaming Horror's suneral cry,
Despair, and sell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.

Thy sorm benign, oh Goddess! wear.
Thy milder influence impart,
Thy philosophic train be there,
To soften, not to wound my heart,

The gen'rous spark extinct revive,

Teach me to love and to sorgive,

Exact my own desects to scan,

What others are, to seel,and know mysels a man.



Ye nymphs osSolima! begin the song:
To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong,
The mossy sountains, and the sylvan shades,
The dreams os Pindus and th' Aonian maids,

Delight no more O thou my voice inspire

Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with sire!

Rapt into suture times, the Bard begun: A Virgin mall conceive, a Virgin bear a son! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Whose sacred siow'r with sragrance sills the skies: Th'æthereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic dove. Ye heav'ns! srom high the dewy nectar pour, And in sost silence stied the kindly show'r! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, From storms a shelter, and srom heat a shade.

All crimes shall cease, and ancient sraud shall sail;
Returning Justice list aloft her scale;
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend,
And white-rob'd Innocence srom heav'n descend.
Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn!
Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe ! be born.
See nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring,
With all the incense os the breathing spring:
See lofty Lebanon his head advance,
See nodding sorests on the mountains dance:
See spicy clouds srom lowly Saron rise,
And Carmel's flow'ry top persumes the flues!
Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers i
Prepare the way! a God, a God appears!
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply,
The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity.
Xo, earth receives him srom the bending flcies!
Sink down, ye mountains! and, ye vallies, rise!
With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay!
Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way!
The Saviour comes! by ancient bards soretold:
Hear him, ye deas! and all ye blind, behold!
He srom thick silms shall purge the visual ray,
And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day:
'Tis he th' obstructed paths os sound shall clear,
And bid new music charm the unsolding ear:
The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch sorego,
And leap exulting like the bounding roe.

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