Thou feeft around thin fhades arife,
And sheeted ghosts and spectres drear,

Glide hideous with averted eyes,

Shoot up in lambent flame, and tow'r along the skies.

Then hollow groans thine ear invade,
Whofe murmurs, echoing through the shade,
Disturb the deep ferene :

The moon retires behind a cloud;
Night puts on her darkest shroud;

And horror clothes the scene.

Now with filent fteps and flow,
Inly pining with thy woe,

To thy folitary cell,

Where thou ever lov'ft to dwell,

Thou retreating with a figh,

Seek'ft, but in vain, to close thy ever-wakeful eye.

Around thy couch, the family of spleen,
With afpect wan, and ghaftly mein

(Ideal fhapes, in terror clad arife;

And difcontent, with baneful wing,

Of ev'ry joy pollutes the fpring,

And fpreads a dark veil o'er the brightest skies.

Not all the blifs that Eden could bentów

Can light up funthine in the penfive breast Fix'd are thy forrows, rooted is thy woe Nought on earth, can footh thy foul to rest.

THE

BLESSINGS OF PEACE

BY THOMSON.

Beauteous peace,

sweet union or aftate! what elfe, but thou,

Gives fafety, ftrength, and glory to a people!
I bow, Lord Constable, beneath the fnow
Of many years! yet in my breaft revives
A youthful flame. Methinks, I fee again
Those gentle days renew'd, that bless'd our isle,
Ere by this wafteful fury of divifion,

Worfe than our Ætna's most destructive fires,
It defolated funk. I fee our plains

Unbounded waving with the gifts of harveft;
Our feas with commerce throng'd, our busy ports
With chearful toil. Our Enna blooms afresh;
Afresh the sweets of thymy Hybla blow.

Our nymphs and shepherds, sporting in each vale,
Infpire new fong, and wake the paftoral reed.

THE

WINTER's DAY.

WHE

THE AUTHOR UNKNOWN.

THEN raging ftorms deform the air,
And clouds of fnow defcend;

And the wide landscape bright and fair,
No deepen'd colours blend.

When biting frost rides on the wind,
Bleak from the North and Eaft,
And wealth is at its ease reclin'd,
Prepar'd to laugh and feast.

When the poor trav❜ller treads the plain All dubious of his way,

And crawls with night-encreasing pain, And dreads the parting day,

When poverty in vile attire
Shrinks from the biting blast,
Or hovers o'er the pigmy fire.
And fears it will not laff.

When the fond mother hugs her child
Still closer to her breaft,

And the poor infant froft-beguil'd
Scarce feels that it is preft.

Then let the bounteous hand extend

Its bleffings to the poor,

Nor fpurn the wretched while they bend All fuppliant at your door.

HYMN

ΤΟ

THE CREATOR.

FROM

THE GREEK OF

EUPOLIS.

Who lived about four hundred years before Chrifl.

A

UTHOR of being, fource of light,

With unfading beauties bright,

Fullness, goodness, rolling round
Thy own fair orb without a bound:
Whether thee the fuppliants call,
Truth or good, or one, or all,

* Ei, or Iao; Thee we hail
Grecian or Barbaric name,

Thy ftedfaft being ftill the fame.
Thee, when morning greets the fkies
With rofy cheeks and humid eyes;
Thee, when fweet declining day
Sinks in purple waves away;
Thee will I fing, O parent Jove,

And teach the world to praife and love.

* Names attributed to the Deity.

Yonder azure vault on high,
Yonder blue, low, liquid fky,

Earth on its firm bafis plac'd,
And with circling waves embrac❜d,
All creating power confefs,

All their mighty Maker blefs.

Thou shak'st all nature with thy nod,
Sea, earth, and air confefs the God:

Yet does thy powerful hand sustain

Both earth and heaven, both firm and main.
Scarce can our daring thoughts arise
To thy pavillion in the skies,
Nor can Plato's felf declare

The blifs, the joy, the rapture there.
Barren above thou doft not reign
But circled with a glorious train,
The fons of God, the fons of light,
Ever joying in thy fight:

(For thee thy filver harps are ftrung,)

Ever beauteous, ever young!

Angelic forms their voices raife,

And through heaven's arch refound thy praise,

The feather'd fowls that fwim the air,

And bathe in liquid æther there.
The lark, fweet herald of their choir,
Leading them higher ftill and higher,
Liften and learn; th' angelic notes
Repeating in their warbling throats: