WRITTEN IN FARINGDON PARK, JULY 27, 1770. DELIGHTFUL Scenes! yet once again My voice shall make your echoing shades resound ;- In baleful Sorrow's sable fount been drown'd: Through Fate's eternal portal pass'd: Sternly prepar'd my every wish to blast, Ye much-lov'd Nymphs of Pindus! where To wake the melancholy song, Raptur'd we strike the silver wire, And soft the pensive numbers flow along: But when the iron scourge affliction rears, Our plaints are chok'd by sighs, our strains dissolv'd in tears. All-potent Heaven, thy wondrous ways How intricate!-Yet all thy 'hests how just! The flattering schemes our wishes raise, How soon thy judgments humble to the dust. While, void of grief, my artless hand Describ'd each smiling lawn and grove; While blooming scenes my fancy plann'd, The seats of future ease and growing love,— Thy word had nearly scal'd the dreadful doom; Giv'n to the winds my schemes, my wishes to the tomb. From the drear mansion of the dead As in the natal, shall his wings extend. 'Twas He who wak'd to life the senseless clod; Blest source of every good-my Guardian, and my God! For this, Maria! let us still So, while the friendly Power above For ever guards each faithful head, Sweet Concord and Connubial Love Shall in our breasts their kindly influence shed: Soft Peace shall smile with each returning light, And bridal rapture glow through every blissful night. ΤΟ TO A LADY, IN RETURN FOR SOME VERSES. LET envious critics frown or smile, A wreath beyond the wreath of fame My vagrant Muse, return once more, But should the praises I receive That faine can ne'er bestow. • Alluding to a Foem on Beauty and the Progress of Refinement. ON ON QUITTING THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF Addressed to the Southampton Archers, and sung at their Lodge. To o thy scenes, lovely Southton, adieu! To thy valleys with Tempe that vie; And adieu to thy sons, all as true as thy tides, And thy daughters as bright as thy sky. And you, my brave comrades, adieu! For my lyre is, alas! now unstrung: Tho' rude was my touch, and tho' harsh was my strain, Yet your candour approv'd what I sung. But though from thy nymph-haunted shores, Shall my heart ever wander from regions endear'd No:-while Memory here holds her seat; While the current of life swells my veins; So long, lovely Southton, Affection for thee In my bosom unalter'd remains. * This, and several other of the Poems of this amiable Writer, dated from Southampton and New Forest, are, in a peculiar manner, appropriate to the Scenery of the Hampshire Station in Volume the First. GLEANER. ON ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF AN INFANT AGED ONE YEAR. THOUGH the green leaf, with envious veil, Yet from the parent-stock we know Sweet bud of May! thy infant grace, prove, But when, matur'd by ripening years, In virgin pride cach charm appears, Then many a youth their force shall And bow before the power of love; While crowds, with admiration, see A new Georgina bloom in thee. SONNET. |