The maid, who views with penfive air But ah, the cruel glafs between! Our dear delights are often fuch, Exposed to view, but not to touch; The fight our foolish heart inflames, We long for pine-apples in frames; With hopeless with one looks and lingers; One breaks the glafs, and cuts his fingers; But they whom truth and wisdom lead, Can gather honey from a weed. HORACE. Book the 2d. ODE the 10th. I. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach, So fhalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse Fortune's power; Not always tempt the diftant deep, Nor always timorously creep Along the treacherous fhore. II. He, that holds faft the golden mean, The little and the great, Feels not the wants, that pinch the poor, Nor plagues, that haunt the rich man's door, III. The talleft pines feel moft the power Of wintry blafts; the loftieft tower The bolts, that spare the mountain's fide, And spread the ruin round. IV. The well informed philofopher Soon the sweet spring comes dancing forth, V. What if thine heaven be overcaft, The God, that ftrings the filver bow, VI. If hindrances obftru&t thy way, And let thy ftrength be seen; REFLECTION ON THE FOREGOING ODE. AND is this all? Can reafon do no more Than bid me fhun the deep, and dread the shore? The Chriftian has an art unknown to thee. And, trufting in his God, furmounts them all. THE LILY AND THE ROSE. I. THE nymph muft lofe her female friend, But where will fierce contention end, II. Within the garden's peaceful fcene Appeared two lovely foes, Afpiring to the rank of queen, III. The Rofe foon reddened into rage, And, fwelling with difdain, Appealed to many a poet's page To prove her right to reign. IV. The Lily's height bespoke command, She feemed defigned for Flora's hand, The fceptre of her power. |