The Goddels fummons each illuftrious name,
Bids the gay talk, and forms th' amufive game.
She, whofe fair Throne is fix'd in human fouls,
From joy to joy her eye delighted rolls.
But where (The cry'd) is fhe, my fav'rite! she,
Of all my race, the deareft far to me!
Whofe life's the life of each refin'd delight?
She faid-But no Tyrconnel glads her fight.
Swift funk her laughing eyes in languid Fear ;
Swift rose the swelling figh, and trembling tear.
In kind, low murmurs all the lofs deplore;
Tyrconnel droops, and pleasure is no more.

The Goddess filent, paus'd in museful air;
But Mirth,, like Virtue, cannot long despair.
Cœleftial-hinted thoughts gay Hope infpir'd,
Smiling the rofe, and all with Hope were fir'd.
Where Bath's afcending turrets meet her eyes;
Straight wafted on the tepid breeze fhe flies,
She flies, her elder fifter Health to find;
She finds her on the mountain-brow reclin'd.
Around her birds in earliest confort fing;
Her cheek the femblance of the kindling spring;
Fresh-tinctur'd like a summer-evening sky,
And a mild fun fits fmiling in her eye.
Loose to the wind her verdant vestments flow:
Her limbs yet-recent from the springs below;
There oft fhe bathes, then peaceful fits fecure,
Where every gale is fragrant, fresh, and pure;

Where

Where flowers and herbs their cordial odours blend,
And all that balmy virtues fast ascend.

Hail fifter, hail (the kindred Goddess cries)
No common fuppliant ftands before your eyes.
You, with whofe living breath the morn is fraught
Flush the fair cheek, and point the chearful thought!
Strength, Vigour, Wit, depriv'd of thee decline!
Each finer fenfe, that forms delight, is thine!
Bright funs by thee diffuse a brighter blaze,
And the fresh green a fresher green displays!
Without thee, Pleafures die, or dully cloy,
And Life with thee, howe'er depress'd, is Joy.
Such thy vaft power;-The Deity replies,
Mirth never asks a boon, which Health denies.
Our mingled gifts transcend imperial Wealth;
Health ftrenghthens Mirth, and Mirth infpirits Health.

These gales, yon springs, herbs, flowers, and fun are mine;
Thine is their fmile! be all their influence thine.

Euphrofynè rejoins-Thy friendship prove!

See the dear, fickening object of my love!
Shall that warm heart, fo chearful e'en in pain,
So form'd to please, unpleas'd itself remain ?
Sifter! in her my fmile anew display,

And all the focial world fhall blefs thy fway,

Swift, as the speaks, Health fpreads the purple wing,
Soars in the colour'd clouds, and sheds the fpring;

Now bland and sweet she floats along in air;
Air feels, and foft'ning owns th' etherial fair!

In still defcent fhe melts on opening flowers,
And deep impregnates plants with genial showers,
The genial fhowers, new-rifing to the ray,
Exhale in rofeate clouds, and glad the day.
Now in a Zephyr's borrow'd voice the fings,
Sweeps the fresh dews, and fhakes them from her wings,
Shakes them embalm'd; or, in a gentle kiss,

Breathes the fure earnest of awakening bliss.
Saphira feels it, with a soft surprize,

Glide thro' her veins, and quicken in her eyes!
Inftant in her own form the Goddess glows,
Where bubbling warm, the mineral water flows;
Then plunging, to the flood new virtue gives;
Steeps ev'ry charm; and, as fhe bathes, it lives!
As from her locks fhe fheds the vital shower,
"Tis done! (fhe cries) Thefe fprings poffefs my power!
Let thefe immediate to thy darling roll

Health, Vigour, Life, and gay-returning foul.
Thou fmil'ft Euphrofynè; and confcious fee,
Prompt to thy fmile, how Nature joys with thee.
All is green life! all beauty rofy -bright;
Full harmony, young love, and dear delight!
See vernal hours lead circling joys along!
All fun, all bloom, all fragrance, and all fong!
Receive thy care! Now Mirth and Health combine.
Each heart fhall gladden, and each virtue fhine.
Quick to Augufta bear thy prize away;

There let her fmile, and bid a world be gay.

THE

THE BASTAR D.

BY THE SAME.

N gayer hours, when high my fancy ran,
The Muse exulting, thus her lay began.
Bleft be the Baftard's birth! thro' wond'rous ways,
He fhines excentric like a comet's blaze!

No fickly fruit of faint compliance He!

He! ftampt in Nature's mint of extacy!
He lives to build, not boast a generous race;
No tenth tranfmitter of a foolish face.
His daring hope, no fire's example bounds;
His firft-born lights no prejudice confounds.
He, kindling from within, requires no flame ;
He glories in a Bastard's glowing name.
Born to himself, by no poffeffion led,

In freedom fofter'd, and by Fortune fed;

Nor guides, nor rules, his fov'reign choice controul,
His body independent as his soul.

Loos'd to the world's wide range,-enjoyn'd no aim;
Prefcrib'd no duty, and affign'd no name:
Nature's unbounded son, he stands alone,
His heart unbyass'd, and his mind his own.
O Mother, yet no mother!-'tis to you,
My thanks for fuch diftinguish'd claims are due.

You,

You, unenflav'd to Nature's narrow laws,
Warm championefs for Freedom's facred caufe,
From all the dry devoirs of blood and line,
From ties maternal, moral, and divine,
Discharg'd my grafping foul; push'd me from shore,
And launch'd me into life without an oar.
What had I loft, if conjugally kind,

By nature hating, yet by vows confin'd,
Untaught the matrimonial bounds to flight,
And coldly confcious of a husband's right,
You had faint-drawn me with a form alone,
A lawful lump of life by force your own !
Then, while your backward will retrench'd defire,
And unconcurring fpirits lent no fire,

I had been born your dull, domestic heir;
Load of your life, and motive of your care;
Perhaps been poorly rich, and meanly great;
The flave of pomp, a cypher in the state;
Lordly neglectful of a worth unknown,
And flumb'ring in a feat, by chance my own.
Far nobler bleffings wait the Baftard's lot;
Conceiv'd in rapture, and with fire begot!
Strong as neceflity, he starts away,

Climbs against wrongs, and brightens into day.
Thus unprophetic, lately mifinfpir'd,

I fung: Gay flutt'ring Hope, my fancy fir'd;
Inly fecure, thro' confcious fcorn of ill,
Nor taught by Wifdom how to ballance will,

Rafhly