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O blind to each indulgent aims
Of pow'r supremely wise ; Who fancy Happiness in aught
The hand of Heav'n denies!
Vain is alike the joy we feek,
And vain what we poflefs Unless harmonious Reason tunes
The paßions into peace.
To temper'd wishes, juft defires,
Is Happiness confin'd;
The music of the mind.
WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT
IN A THUNDER STORM.
BY THE SAME.
To shelt'ring caverns fly,
That thunder's through the sky,
The threat’ning forms obey, Intrepid Virgue smiles secure,
As in the blaze of day.
In the thick cloud's tremendous gloomy
The lightning's Jurid glare,
That breathes the vernal air.
Through Nature's ever-varying scene,
By different ways puulu’d,
Is universal good:
With like beneficent effect,
O'er flaming æther glows,
Or blushes in the role.
By reason taught to scorn those fears,
That vulgar minds molest;
My dear Narcilla's reit.
Thy life may all the tend'rest care
Of Providence defend;
Their guardian wings extend !
The last dread thunders roll;
And shake the rising foul:
Of jarring worlds survey,
Of everlastir.g day!
THE EVENING WALK.
BY THE SAME.
How sweet the calm
of this fequefter'd shore,
The philosophic temper of the soul!
The busy tumult of declining day,
And ev'ry wild emotion dies away.
Farewel the objects of diurnal care,
Your task be ended with the setting sun: Let all be undisturb'd vacation here,
While o'er yon wave ascends the peaceful moon.
What beauteous visions o'er the soften'd heart,
In this still moment all their cliarms diffuse, Serener joys, and brighter hopes impart,
And cheer the soul with more than mortal views.
Her faithful mem'ry wakens all her pow'rs,
She bids her fair ideal forins ascend,
The social virtue, and the absent friend.
come, and with me share The fober pleafures of this folemn scene : While no rude tempest clouds the ruffled air,
But all, like thee, is smiling and lerene.
Come, while the cool, the solitary hours
Each foolish care and giddy wish controul, With all thy soft persuasion's wonted pow'rs
Beyond the stars transport my liftning loul. Oft, when the earth detain'd by empty show,
Thy voice has taught the trifler how to rile; Taught her to look with fcorn on things below,
And seek her better portion in the skies. Come, and the facred eloquence repeat:
The world fhall vanish at its gentle found, Angelic forms shall visit this retreat,
And op’ning Heav'n diffuse its glories round.
BY THE SAME.
WHILE soft through water, earth, and air,
The vernal spirits rove,
To rural scenes remove.
The mountain snows are all dissolv'd,
And hush'd the blust'ring gale : While fragrant Zephyrs gently breathe
Along the flow'ry vale.
The circling planets' constant rounds
The wint’ry wastes repair ; And fill, from temporary death,
Renew the verdant year.
But ah! when once our transient bloom,
The spring of life, is o'er, That roly season takes its flight,
And must return no more.
Yet judge by reason's sober rules,
From falfé opinion free,
Can steal from you or me.