Shall pafs, and she is gone: while I appear, Flush'd with the bloom of youth thro' heav'n's

Know, mortals, know; ere first ye sprung,
Ere first these orbs in æther hung,

I fhone amid the heav'nly throng.
Thefe eyes beheld Creation's day,
This voice began the choral lay,

And taught Archangels their triumphant fong.
Pleas'd I furvey'd bright Nature's gradual birth,
Saw infant light with kindling luftre spread,
Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring earth,
And Ocean heave on his extended bed;
Saw the tall oak afpiring pierce the sky,
The tawny Lion ftalk, the rapid eagle fly.

VI.

Laft, Man arofe, erect in youthful grace,
Heav'n's hallow'd image stampt upon his face,
And, as he rofe, the high beheft was giv'n,
"That I alone of all the host of heav'n,
"Should reign Protectress of the godlike
youth."

Thus the Almighty spake: he spake and call'd

me TRUTH.

O DE

ON THE

DEATH OF MR. THOMSON.

BY M R COLLIN S.

THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING

I

ZAS IS SUPPOSED то LIE ON

THAMES, NEAR

I.

RICHMOND.

N yonder grave a Druid lies

Where flowly winds the stealing wave! The year's best fweets fhall duteous rife To deck it's Poet's fylvan grave!

II.

In yon deep bed of whifp'ring reeds

*

His airy harp fshall now be laid,

That he, whofe heart in forrow bleeds

May love thro' life the foothing fhade.

STAN

THE

* The harp of ÆOLUS, of which fee a defcription in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.

III.

Then maids and youths fhall linger here,
And while it's founds at distance swell,
Shall fadly feem in Pity's ear

To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.

IV.

Remembrance oft fhall haunt the shore

When Thames in fummer wreaths is dreft, And oft fufpend the dashing oar

To bid his gentle spirit reft!

V.

And oft as Eafe and Health retire
To breezy lawn, or foreft deep,
The friend shall view yon whit'ning spire *,
And mid the varied landscape weep.

VI.

But Thou, who own'ft that earthy bed,
Ah! what will ev'ry dirge avail?

Or tears, which Love and Pity shed
That mourn beneath the gliding fail!

VII.

Yet lives there one, whofe heedlefs eye

Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimm'ring near?

With him, fweet bard, may Fancy die,

And Joy defert the blooming year.

*RICHMOND Church.

VIII.

But thou, lorn Stream, whose fullen tide
No fedge-crown'd Sifters now attend,
Now waft me from the green hill's fide
Whofe cold turf hides the buried Friend!
IX.

And fee, the fairy valleys fade,

Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view! Yet once again, dear parted Shade, Meek Nature's Child, again adieu!

X.

The genial meads affign'd to bless
Thy life, fhall mourn thy early doom,
Their hinds, and shepherd-girls fhall dress
With fimple hands thy rural tomb.

XI.

Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay
Shall melt the mufing Briton's eyes,
O! Vales, and Wild Woods, fhall He fay
In yonder grave Your Druid lies!

་

ON A

LADY's

PRESENTING A SPRIG OF MYRTLE

TO A

GENTLEMAN.

BY MR. HAMMOND.

WHAT fears, what terrors does thy gift create! Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate!

The myrtle, enfign of fupreme command, (Confign'd by VENUS to MELISSA's hand)

Not lefs capricious than a reigning fair,

⚫ Oft favours, oft rejects the lover's care.
"In myrtle groves oft fings the happy fwain,
"In myrtle fhades defpairing ghofts complain;
"The myrtle crowns the happy lovers heads,
"Th' unhappy lovers graves the myrtle spreads;
"Oh! then the meaning of thy gift impart,

And cure the throbbings of an anxious heart;
poon must this bough, as you shall fix his doom,
dorn PHILANDER's head, or grace his tomb.