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How short is lise's uncertain space!

Alas! how quickly done! How swist the wild precarious chase! r And yet how difficult the race,

How very hard to run!

Youth stops at sirst its wilsul ears

To wisdom's prudent voice;
Till now arriv'd to riper years,
Experienced age, worn out with cares,

Repents its earlier choice. ...

What though its prospects now appear

So pleasing and resin'd;
Yet groundless hope, and anxious sear,
By turns the busy moments share, .. , >

And prey upon the mind." r'

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.Since then false joys our sancy cheat . r . .. ' . .

With hopes os real Mils;:
Ye guardian powr's that rule roy sate» .
The only wish that I create,

Is all compriz'd in this:

May I through lise's uncertain tide,

Be still srom pain exempt;
May all my wants be still supplyM,
My state too low t'admit os pride,

And yet above contempt.

But should your, providence divine

A greater bliss intend;
May all those blessings you design,
(Is e'er those blessings shall be mine)

Be center'd in a Friend.




it I' D R. DODO.

Rude romantic shades and woods,
Hanging walks and salling sloods!
Now that gush with soaming pride
Down the rough rock's steepy side;
Now that o'er the pebbles play, ,.
Winding round your silver way .

Mountains, that in dusky cloud
High your sacred summits shroud;
Whose variegated sides adorn
Fields, and flocks, and groves, and corn,
And whited cots, beside the steep,
Where health and labour sweetly fleep;
Hail pleasing scenes! Amyntas cry'J,
As by old Hundy's * gurgling side,
In careless sort his limbs he laid,
The hoar hill hanging o'er his head.

His harp os ancient Britiih sound lay by;
He feiz'd it rapturous: o'er the strings

His singers lightly sly,
While thus his voice responsive sings.


From that celestial orb, where, thron'd in light,

Thou dwell'st, os powers angelic sirst and best; Oh lovely gratitude! divinely bright, Descend, in all thy glowing beauties drtst.

Goddess come, and oh! impart

All thy ardours to my heart;

Tune my harp, and touch my tongue,

Give me melody and song:

Sostest notes and numbers bring,

'Tis Palemon that I sing:

Gratitude exalts my lays,

'Tis my benesactor's praise.

• A river which runs by Brecknock.


But where can or numbers,, or notes,

Sufficiently pleasing be sound,- r To express the due sense os his worth,

Who my lise with such comsorts hath crowa'J. He mark'd the small flock which I sed,

And my diligence gave him delight; Young shepherd I'll help you, he did,

And he plac'd me still nearer his sight. Then he gave me some sheep os my own,

Oh could I the charge but improve! 'Twould shew how I honour'd his gist,

And would I could merit his love! But sooner this brook at my seet

Shall cease in sost murmurs to flow; These mountains shell sooner sink down,

To a plain with tha vallies below; Than mute to his praises, my tongue

Shall cease his lbv'd name to resound,
Or my heart to his savours so priz'd,

Be ever insensible sound.
Oh may the great Shepherd os all

His lise with rich blessings increase!
And sweetly encompass him round

With plenty, with health, and with peace. On all that partake os his board

Be happiness largely bestow'd;

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Bis wise be still loving and kind;

His children still lovely and good! And pass'd his benevolent days

'Midst elegant labours os love! Oh Tate, ye good angels, his soul

To the /eats os the blessed remove! Thus Amyntas sung pleass'd to his harp,

With Brecon's white walls in his view. Many poets much sweeter you'll sind;

No poet more honest and true. Bisiiop Squire, made him Prebend os Brecon, May 1764.



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The cursew tollsuhe knell os parting day,
The lowing herd wind flowly o'er the lea,

The plowman homeward plods his weary way>.
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now sades the glimmering landscape on the fight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight,
And drowsy tinkling* lull the distant solds.;

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