"O mid yon murmuring wood at ease reclined, "Where Nature hears the wildly-warbling lay "Of Night's lone bird; how sweet to fit retired! "To feel th' enlivening wifh, to mount the foul "Elate on Fancy's beamy wing; to pour Quick thro' the feeling heart th'inspiring lay, "That finely vibrates on the fprings of thought, "And wakes the mental harmony; the smile "Of calm Content, when tuned to perfect eafe, "Subfides the Difcord of the fettling mind, "And Reason whispers peace;-o'er the broad fcene "To glance a wondering eye, and mark the Cause "Whence fprung this beauteous off-spring, to adore “The hand that shaped Creation, and from night "Call'd new-born Beauty, like the glittering beam "That gilds yon fhadowy cloud; combining all "The fchemes of Wisdom to the glorious end "Of General Good (tho' Judgment's purblind eye "Darts o'er the varied maze her glance in vain) “That Virtue, Wisdom, Happiness may rife "From the long beauteous chain refulting fair, "And pour their treasures on the fons of Men." Το To Mifs- With a FLOWER. D ELIA, mark that blowing rose, Its odours fcent the breathing gale; Such where the blue veins finely glow, away. Gloomy Gloomy Care with mildew'd wing Though each voice thy worth proclaim, SAPPHO's SAPPHO's ODE to VENUS TRANSLATE D. AY fmiling Venus, heav'nly fair, GA To whom our lofty Temples Who gently lay'st the secret snare, In which the bleeding lover dies. Propitious Power! my foul infpire, rife! Thus while I fung, to ease my care Then-with a soft inviting smile: "What fears thy troubled thoughts controul? Why call'ft Thou Me? What hopes beguile, "What wishes foothe thy melting soul? Why is my Fair a prey to woe? "Why streams with grief that sparkling eye? "If of the falfe deluding youth Thy lyre in dying notes complains, "Soon he'll reward thy fteady truth, "And take the gifts he now disdains. "If now he fhuns thy longing arms, O Thou my Guardian, and my Friend! Το |