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Whose skilful hand could almost life create,
And make us leap the very bounds of fate ;
Death, tyrant Death, beholding his decline,
That Boerhaave would his kingdom undermine,
Arm'd with his surest shafts attack'd his foe,
Who long eluded the repeated throw,
At length fatigu'd with life, he bravely fell,
And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell,
Thus 'till the year recedes, I'd be employ'd,
Ease, health and friendship happily enjoy'd ;
But when the vernal sun revolves its
Melting hoar winter with her rage away.
When vocal groves a gay perspective yield,
And a new verdure fprings from field to field;
With the first larks I'd to the plains retire,
For rural pleasures are my chief defire.
Ah doubly blest! on native verdure laid.
Whole fields fupport him; and whose arbours shade
In his own hermitage in peace refides.
Fann'd by his breeze, and flumb'ring by his tides;
Who'drinks a fragrance from paternal groves,
Nor lives ungrateful for the life he loves..
I'd have a handfome feat not far from towni
The prospect beauteous, and the taste my own
The fabric modern, faultlefs the design,
Not large, nor yet immoderately fine ;
But neat æconomy my mansion boast,
Nor should convenience be in beauty loft :
Each part should speak fuperior skill and care,
And all the artist be distinguish'd there.
On some small elevation should it stand,
And a free prospect to the south command ;
Where safe from damps I'd snuff the wholesome gale,
And life and vigour thro' the lungs inhale ;
Eallward my moderate fields should wave with grain,
Southward the verdure of a broad champaign ;
Where gamesome flocks, and rampant herds might play.
To the warm sunshine of the vernal day.;
Northward, a garden on a flope should lye,
Finely adjusted to the niceft eye ;
In midst of this should stand a cherry grove,
A bręczy, blooming canopy of love !
Whose blossom’d boughs the tuneful.choir should cheerg
And pour regalement on the eye and ear :
A gay parterre the vivid box should bound,
To waft a fragrance thro' the fields around;
Where blushing fruits might tempt another Eveg
Without another serpent to deceive.
Weftward, I'd have a thick-set forest grow,
Thro' which the bounded light should scarcely go ;
Çonfus’dly rude, the scenery should impart,
A view of nature unimprov'd by art.-
Rapy in the soft retreat my anxious breaft, Pants eager fill for something unpofsefs'd ; Whence Springs this sudden hope, this warm desire ? To what enjoyment would my soul aspire ?
"Tis love ! extends my wishes, and my care,
Eden was taltelefs 'tillán Eve was there :
Almighty Love! I own thy powerful sway,
Resign my soul, and willingly obey.
Grant me kind Heav'n! the nymph ftill form'd ta Impassionate as infants when at ease;
(please Fair as the op’ning rose ; her person fmally Artless as parent Eve before her fall ; Courteous as angels, unreserv'dly kind, Of modest carriage, and the chaftest mind; Her temper sweet, her conversation keeny Nor wildly gay, but soberly serene ; Not talkative, nor apt to take offence, With female fofinefs join'd to manly sensez Her dress and language elegantly plain, Not fluttish, forward, prodigal or vain ; Not proud of beauty, nor elate with praise, Not fond to govern, but by choice obeys; True to my arms in body and in soul, As the touch'd needle to th' attractive Pole. Caution, oppos'd to charms like these were vainig And man would glory in the filken chain ; Unlike the sensual wish that burns and stainsy, But where the purest admiration reigns ; Give me, Ogive me! such superior love, Before the nectar of the gods above; Then time on downy wings would steal away, And love fill be the business of the day.
While sporting flocks in fond rotations court,
And to the thicket pair by pair refort;
While tuneful birds in tender murmurings plead,
Chanting their amorous carols thro' the mead ;
Link'd arm in arm we'd search the twilight groveg
Where all inspires with harmony and love :
Ye boughs, your friendly umbrage wide extend !
Guard from rude eyes, and from the sun defend;
Ye wanton gales! pant gently on my fair, .
Thou love-inspiring goddess meet us there!
While soft-invited, and with joy obey'd,
We prefs the herbage, and improve the shades
But is th’ Almighty ever bound to please ?
Ruld by my wish, or ftudious of my
Shall I' determine where his frowns fhall fall
And fence my grotto from the lot of all !
Proftrate, his sovereign wisdom I adore,
but I dare no more :
No contant joys mortality attend, -
But forrows violate, and cares offend ;
Heav'n wisely mixt our pleasures with alloy,
And gilds our sorrows, with a ray of joy ;
Life without forms a fagnant pool appears,
And grows offensive with unrufiled years;
An active state, is virtue's proper sphere,
To do, and fuffer is our duty here ;
Foes to encounter, vices to disdain,
• Pleasures to fhup, and passions to restrain ;
To fly temptation's open, flow'ry road,
And labour to be obstinately good.
Then, bleft is he who takes a calm survey,
Of all th' events that paint the checquer'd day ;
Content, that blessing makes the balance even,
And poizes fortune, by the scale of Heav'n.
I'll let no future ill my peace destroy,
Or cloud the aspect of a present joy ;
He who directed and dispenc'd the past.
O'er-rules the present, and shall guide the last;
If Providence a present good has giv'n,
I clasp the boon in gratitude to Heav'n' :
May resignation fortify my mind.
He cannot be unhappy that's resign'd.
Guard my repofe thou lord of all within !
An equal temper, and a foul ferene ;
O ! teach me patience when oppos’d to wrong,
Restrain the madd’ning heart, and curb the tongue ;
May prudence govern, piety controul,
All flander, rage and bitterness of foul ;
Peace, plenty, Health and innocence be made,
The blissful tenants of my tranquil fhade,
O let me not maliciously comply,
To that curst action that shall raise a sigh;
Or cause the wretched orphan to complain;
Or see the widows tears, and see in vain :
From a remorseless foul O fet me free,
And prompt a pang for every wretch I fee.