Go where Remorse with harpy sting
The guilty breast deforms;
There anodyne the rending pang,

And calm the bosom-storms.

I know no crimes that seek thine aid,
No ills which ask thy pow'r;
Nor do I need thy pilgrim form
To cloud Reflection's hour.

If at the shrine of hapless Love
I pour'd too warın a tear;
I woo not thee-thou pale-eyed pow'r !
My present griefs to sear.

For though from Pleasure's festive train
A fond recluse I stray,

Thou keep'st no vigils in the heart
Which guiltless Sorrows sway.

EFFUSIONS OF THE PEN,

ADDRESSED TO MY SISTER.

SENT WITH SOME VERSES ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF A CHILD WRITTEN BY A RELATION.

To kindred ***** these notes belong
For infant Beauty's birth-day song;
A favour'd bard-and sweet the line

By Genius brought to Nature's shrine.

Young

Young rose-wing'd Sylphids dress the lyre,
And playful tune the obedient wire;
To gleeful Loves the theme proclaim,
Who sportive lisp sweet Julia's name,
Whisp'ring the Cherub to repay
A Cherub's kiss for Poet's lay.

And shall no off'ring from my heart
To thy lov'd boy its wish impart ?
Though Fancy and the Muse are fled,
And sombrous visions o'er me spread,
If Sympathy her aid supplies,

As warm the kindred lay shall rise;
Nor need Affection bribe a ray

To deck the meed my heart would pay :

Or gild a wish by truth imprest
And offer'd to a mother's breast;

For whose soft charge I breathe a prayer,
Responsive to a Parent's care.

Far from the Smiler on thine arm,
May Heaven avert each baby harm,
And grant revolving suns, as now,
To greet his fair unruffled brow!
And though retreats the fading year,
May health and joy each season chcer;
Their parent lustre still attend
Where'er his timid footsteps bend!
And when all mortal blessings cease,

O grant him, God, eternal peace!

TO INDIFFERENCE.

CALM Goddess of each tranquil thought,

Oh! take me to your care; A moment give thy listless ear To a new votary's prayer.

Thy equal nature will not scorn
Th' apostate vow I breathe;

Nor will thy vacant eye observe
Mimosa's with'ring wreath.

From rival shrines, where oft my heart
Despis'd thy opiate powers,
To thee I bring each temper'd hope,
And give the future hours.

No more to Fancy's magic rays

Allow my soul to glow;

Nor let the breast thy sceptre sways
One anxious passion know.

LINES

WRITTEN IN AUTUMN.

WHILST Joy's gay sun the bosom cheers, We hail the charms of Spring;

But dearer far Autumnal scenes

The pensive Muse will sing.

Congenial to a sadden'd mind
The relics of the year;

While all its sick'ning foliage round
Awakes Reflection's tear.

The sullen blast, the dark-swoln cloud,
The chasten'd thought inspire,

And Nature in her fading gloom
Calms ev'ry rash desire.

Obedient to the sudden gust

A leafy shower is borne ;
While each low murmur of the grove
Its honours seems to mourn.

With restless wing the Swallows seek Their late-lov'd shelt'ring spray; Faint-twitt'ring own the direful change, And haste dismayed away.

The Genius of the leafless wood,

Complaining through the vale,

The plumy visitants reproach,

And swift they skim the dale.

Gay tenants of a radiant hour,

Who shar'd my summer's pride, Now, poor ingrates! ye shrink aghastAnd from the tempest hide.

Thus round the idols Fortune rears
Each selfish flatterer swarms;
Plays round the dazzling star of wealth,
And in its radiance warms.

But should the ever-varying wheel
Reverse its glitt'ring pow'r,

Such swallow-friends will only share

The sun-beam of the hour!

WRITTEN AFTER READING 66

WERTER.'

THOUGH Social laws deny a sacred grave,
And holy priests their rites funereal wave;
No pious hand allow'd to toll thy knell,
Or letter'd stone thy hapless fate to tell;
No decent monument or sculptur'd tomb,
To grace thy relics and record thy doom;