When lo! a winged boy I spy'd
With bow and quiver at his fide:
I wonder'd at his ftrange attire;
Then friendly plac'd him near the fire.
My heart was bounteous and benign,
I warm'd his little hands in mine,
Cheer'd him with kind affiduous care,
And wrung the water from his hair.
Soon as the fraudful youth was warm,
"Let's try," fays he, "if any harm
"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
Pierc'd through my bofom to my heart:
Then laugh'd amain the wanton boy,
And "Friend," he cried, "I wish thee joy?
"Undamag'd is my how, I fee,

"But what a wretch I've made of thee!"

HYMN

IN THE

ORATORIO OF ABEL.

HOW chearful along the gay mead,
The daily and cowflip appear,

The flocks as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the fpring of the year;
The myrtles that fhade the gay bow'rs,
The herbage that fprings from the fod,
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flow'rs,
All rife to the praise of my God.

Shall man, the great master of all,
The only infenfible prove?
Forbid it fair Gratitude's call,

Forbid it, Devotion and Love.
The Lord who fuch wonders could raise,
And ftill can deftroy with a nod,

My lips fhall inceffantly praife,

My foul fhall be wrapt in my God!

THE END.