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BY THE SAME.
No more the morn with tepid rays
The lingering hours prolong the night,
By gloomy twilight half reveal'd,
No music warbles through the grove,
Aloud the driving tempest roars,
Congeal'd, impetuous showers descend; Haste, close the window, bar the doors, Fate leaves me Stella and a friend.
In nature's aid let art supply
With light and heat our little sphere; Rouse, rouse the fire, and pile it high, Light up a constellation here.
Let music sound the voice of joy!
Yet time life's dreary winter brings,
Nor music charm-though Stella sings;
Catch then, O! catch the transient hour,
He dies-alas! how soon he dies!
THE WINTER'S WALK.
BY THE SAME.
BEHOLD, my fair, where'er we rove, What dreary prospects round us rise; The naked hill, the leafless grove,
The hoary ground, the frowning skies!
Nor only through the wasted plain,
Enlivening Hope and fond Desire
Resign the heart to Spleen and Care; Scarce frighted Love maintains her fire, And Rapture saddens to despair.
In groundless hope, and causeless fear, Unhappy man! behold thy doom; Still changing with the changeful year, The slave of sunshine and of gloom.
Tir'd with vain joys, and false alarms,
ORATORIO OF ABEL.
How cheerful along the gay mead
The herbage that springs from the sod, Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flow'rs, All rise to the praise of my God.
Shall man, the great master of all,
Forbid it, Devotion and Love.
The Lord who such wonders could raise,
My lips shall incessantly praise,
My soul shall be wrapt in my God!
THE MISER AND PLUTUS.
THE wind was high, the window shakes,
Looks back, and trembles as he walks;
Had the deep earth her stores confin'd, This heart had known sweet peace of mind. But virtue's sold. Good gods! what price Can recompense the pangs of vice!
O bane of good! seducing cheat!
Can man, weak man, thy pow'r defeat?
And only left the name behind;
Gold taught the murd'rer's sword to kill :