Instead of harmony, 'tis jar And tumult, and intestine war. The love that cheers life's latest stage, To faults compaffionate or blind, To To the REV. MR. NEW TO N. An Invitation into the Country. 1. THE fwallows in their torpid ftate, And bees in hives as idly wait The call of early spring. 2. The keeneft frost that binds the stream, The wildeft wind that blows, Are neither felt nor fear'd by them, Secure of their repose. 3. But man all feeling and awake The gloomy scene surveys, With prefent ills his heart must ach, And pant for brighter days. Old 4. Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem, BOADICEA, AN OD E. I. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought with an indignant mien, Counfel of her country's gods, 2. Sage beneath a spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief, Ev'ry burning word he spoke, Full of Princefs! 1 3. Princefs! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchlefs wrongs, 'Tis because refentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. 4. Rome fhall perish-write that word Perish hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt. 5. Rome for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states, Soon her pride fhall kifs the ground Hark! the Gaul is at her gates. Other Romans shall arise, 6. Heedlefs of a soldier's name, Sounds, not arms, fhall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. 4. Old winter halting o'er the mead, Bids me and Mary mourn, But lovely spring peeps o'er his head, And whispers your return. 5. Then April with her sister May, 6. And if a tear that speaks regret Of happier times appear, A glimpse of joy that we have met Shall fhine, and dry the tear. TRANS |