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Goddess of ease, leave Lethe's brink,
Obsequious to the muse and me ; For once endure the pain to think,
Oh! sweet insensibility! Sister of peace and indolence,
Bring, muse, bring numbers soft and slow, Elaborately void of sense,
And sweetly thoughtless let them flow.
Near to some cowslip-painted mead,
There let ine doze out the dull hours, And under me let Flora spread
A sofa of her softest flow'rs;
Where, Philomel, your notes you breathe
Forth from behind the neighbouring pine, And murmurs of the stream beneath
Still flow in unison with thine.
For thee, o Idleness ! the woes
Of life we patiently endure ; Thou art the source whence labour flows,
We shun thee but to make thee sure.
For who'd sustain war's toil and waste,
Or the hoarse thundering of the sea, But to be idle at the last,
And find a pleasing end in thee?
Hail cherub of the highest heaven,
Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien !
Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth,
That friendship reigng, no interest can divide,
Oh! curse on slander's viperous tongue,
Idiots usurp thy title, and thy frame,
Is apathy, is heart of steel,
Life idly inoffensive, such a grace [place :
No-thou art active-spirit all-
Of injur'd innocence, or griev'd desert,
Thy appetites in easy tides
Soft flow-no wind can work them to a storm,
Correctly quick, dispassionately warm.
Great, generous acts thy ductile passions move,
Mild is thy mind to cover shame,
Bursting to praise, yet still sincere and free
[knee. Extensive, as from west to east, Thy love descends from man to beast,
Nought is excluded, little or infirm,
Come, goddess, come with all thy charms
All, all my actions guide, my fancy feed,
Nurs'd up by vice, by pravity misled,
Away, thou hideous hell-born sprite, Go, with thy looks of dark design,
Sullen, sour, and saturnine; Fly to some gloomy shade, nor blot the goodly light. VOL. XXX.
Thy planet was remote when I was born ; 'Twas Mercury that ruld my natal morn,
What time the sun exerts his genial ray, And ripens for enjoyment every growing day :
When to exist is but to love and sing, And sprightly Aries smiles upon the spring.
There in yon lonesome heath, Which Flora or Sylvanus never knew,
Where never vegetable drank the dew, Or beast or fowl attempts to breathe ;
Where nature's pencil has no colours laid ; But all is blank, and universal shade ;
Contrast to figure, motion, life, and light, There may'st thou vent thy spite,
For ever cursing, and for ever curs'd, Of all the infernal crew the worst;
The worst in genius, measure, and degree ; For envy, hatred, malice, are but parts of thee. Or would'st thou change the scene, and quit the
den Where spleen, by vapours dense begot and bred,
Hardness of heart, and heaviness of head, Have rais'd their darksome walls, and plac'd their
thorny bed ; There may'st thou all thy bitterness unload, There mayst thou croak in concert with the toad,
With thee the hollow howling winds shall join, Nor shall the bittern ber base throat deny, The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with
thine, The' ear-piercing hern, the plover screaming high, Millions of humming gnats fit æstrum shall supply. Away-away-behold an hideous band,
An herd of all thy minions are at hand ;
Suspicion first with jealous caution stalks,
And ever looks around her as she walks, With bibulous ear imperfect sounds to catch,
And proud to listen at her neighbour's latch.
Next, Scandal's meagre shade,
A wither'd time-deflower'd old maid,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look,
And elevates her hands, and plods upon her book. Next comes illiberal scrambling Avarice,
Then vanity and affectation nice
As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
And squeamishly she knits her scornful brow.
With lowly reverence stoop-
Away—thou art infectious-haste away!
REV, AND LEARNED DR. WEBSTER,
(oCCASIONED BY HIS DIALOGUES ON ANGER AND FOR
'Twas when the' omniscient creative pow'r
Display'd his wonders by a mortal's hand, And delegated, at the appointed hour,
Great Moses led away his chosen band ;