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By. Love's own hand for falutary ends.
But were they ills indeed; can fond Complaint
Arreft the wing of Time? Can Grief command
This noon-day fun to roll his flaming orb
Baok to yon eastern coaft, and bring again
The hours of yesterday? or from the womb
Of that unfounded deep the bury'd corfe
To light and life reftore? Eleft pair, farewell!
Yet, yet a few fhort days of erring grief,
Of human foodness fighing in the breaft,
And forrow is no more. Now, gentle youth,
And let me call thee fon (for O that name
Thy faith, thy friendship, thy true friendship borne
Of pains for me, too fadly have deferv'd)
On with thy tale 'Tis mine, when heaven afflicts,
To hearken and adore. The patient man
Thus fpoke Amyntor thus his story clos'd.
As dumb with anguifh round the bed of death
Weeping we knelt, to mine fhe faintly rais'd
Her cloting eyes: then fixing, in cold gaze,
On Theodora's face--O fave iny child!
She said; and, shrinking from her pillow, flept
Without a groan, a pang. In hallow'd earth
I faw her throuded; bade eternal peace
Her fhade receive, and, with the trueft tears, 205
Affection ever wept, her duft bedew'd.

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The lamp of day, tho' from mid-noon declin'd,
Still flaming with full ardor, fhot on earth
Cppreffive brightnefs round; till in foft fteam265
From ocean's bofom his light vapour's drawn,
With grateful intervention o'er the sky
Their veil diffufive spread: the scene abroad
Soft-fhadowing, vale and plain, and dazzling hill.
Aurelius, with his gueft, the western cliff
Afcending flow, beneath its marble roof,
From whence in double ftream a lucid fource
Roll'd founding forth, and, where with dewy wing
Fresh breezes play'd, fought refuge and repofe,
Till cooler hours arife. The fubject ifle
Her village-capital, where health and peace
Are tutelary gods; her fmall domain
Of arable and pafture, vein'd with streams
That branching bear refre fhful moisture on,
To field and mead; her ftraw-roof'd temple rude,
Where piety, not pride, adoring kneels, 281
Lay full in view. From fcene to fcene around
Aurelius gazil; and, fighing, thus began.
Not we alone, alas! in every clime,
The human race are fons of forrow bora.
Heirs of tranfmitted labour and disease,
Of pain and grief, from fire to fon deriv❜d,
All have their mournful portion; all mutt bear
Th' impos'd condition of their mortal ftate,
Viciffitude of fuffering. Caft thine eye
Where yonder vale, Amyntor, floping spreads
Full to the noon-tide beam its primrofe-lap,
From hence due caft. Amyntor lood, and faw,
Not without wonder at a fight fo ftrange,
Where thrice three females, carneft each and arm'd
With rural inftruments, the foil prepar'd 296
For future harvest. Thefe the trenchant fpade,
To turn the mold and break th'adhefive clods,
Employ'd affiduous. Thofe, with equal pace,
And arm alternate, ftrew'd its fret lap white goo
With fruitful Ceres: while, in train behind,
Three more th' incumbent harrow heavy on.
O'er-labour'd drew, and clos'd the toilfome talk.
Behold! Aurelius thus his fpeech renew'd,
From that foft fex, too delicately fram'd 305
For toils like thefe, the task of rougher man,
What yet neceffity demands fevere.
Twelve funs have purpled thefe encircling
With orient beams, as many nights along"
Their dewy fummits drawn th' alternate veil 310
Of darkness, fince, in unpropitious hour,
The husbands of thofe widow'd mates, who now

What then remain'd for honour or for love?
What, but that fcene of violence to fly,
With guilt profan'd, and terrible with death,
Rolando's fatal roof. Late at the hour,
When fhade and filence o'er this nether orb
With drow feft influence reign, the waining moon
Afcending mournful in the midnight fphere;
On that drear fpot, within whofe cavern'd womb
Emilia fleeps, and by the turf that, veils
Her honour'd clay, alone and kneeling there
I found my Theodora ! thrill'd with awe,
With facred terror, which the time, the place,
Pour'd on us, fadly-folemn, I too bent
My trembing knee; and lock'd in her's my hand
Acrofs her parent's grave. By this dread fcene!
By night's pale regent! By you glorious train
Of ever-moving fires that roucd her burn!
By death's dark cmpire! by the sheeted duft
That once was man, now mouldering here below!
But chief by her's, at whofe no&urnal tomb,
Reverent we kneel! and by her nobler part,
Th' unbody'd fpirit hovering near, perhaps,
As witnefs to our vows! nor time, nor chance,
Nor aught but death's inevitable hand,
Shall e'er divide our loves1 led her thence:
To where fafe-ftation'd in a fecret hay,
Rough of defcent, and brown with pendent pines
That murmur'd to the gale, our bark was moor'd.
We fail'd-But, O my father; can I fpeak 23
What yet remains? yon ocean black with form!
Its ufelefs fails rent from the groaning pine!
The fpeechlefs crew aghaft! and that lot fair!
Still, fill I fee her! feel her heart pant thick!
And hear her voice, in ardent vows to heaven 240
For me alone preferr'd; as on my arm,
Expiring, finking with her fears the hung!
I kifs'd her pale cold cheek! with tears adjur'd,
And won at laft, with fums of proffer'd gold,
The boldeft mariners, this precious charge 245
Laftant to fave; and, in the kifi fecur'd,

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For both muft labour, launch'd, in queft of food,
Their illand-kiff adventurous on the deep.
Them, while the fweeping net fecure they plung'd
The finny race to tnare, whofe foodful fhoals
Each creek and bay innumerable croud,
As annual on from fhore to fore they move
In watery caravan; them, thus intent,

Dark from the fouth a guft of furious wing, 320
Up-fpringing, drove to fea; and left in tears,
This little world of brothers and of friends!
But when, at evening hour, disjointed planks,
Borne on the furging-tide, and broken oars,
To fight, with fatal certainty, reveal'd 325
The wreck before urmiz'd; one general groan,
To heaven afcending, fpoke the general breat
With fharpeft anguifh pierc'd. Their ceafelefs
plaint,

Through thefe hoarfe rocks, on this refounding fhore,

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At morn was heard: at midnight too were feen,
Difconfolate on each chill mountain's height, 331
The mourners fpread, exploring land and fea
With eager gaze-till from yon leffer ifle,
Yon round of mofs-clad hills, Borerà nam'd-
Full north, behold! above the foaring lark,
Its dizzy clints afpire, hung round and white
With curling mifts-at laft from yon hoar hills,
Inflaming the brown air with fudden blaze,
And ruddy undulation, thrice three fires,
Like meteors waving in a moonless sky,
Our eyes, yet unbelieving, faw distinct,
Succeffive kindled, and from night to night
Renew'd continuous. Joy, with wild excefs,
Took her gay turn to reign and Nature now
From rapture wept : yet ever and anon
By fad conjecture damp'd, and anxious thought
How from yon rocky prifon to release
Whom the deep fea immures (their only boat
Destroy'd) and whom th' inevitable fiege
Of hunger muft affault. But hope fuftains 350
The human heart; and now their faithful wives,
With love-taught kill and vigour not their
On yonder field th' autumnal year prepare*.
Amyntor, who the tale diftrefsful heard
With fyntpathizing forrow, on himself,
On his feverer fate, now pondering deep,
Wrapt by fad thought the hill unheeding left;
And reach'd, with fwerving ftep, the diftant
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Both ear and eye with wonder and delight! 370
But, loft to outward fenfe, Amyntor paf 'd
Regardlefs on, through other walks convey'd
Of baleful profpect; which pale Fancy rais'd
Incefiant to herfelf, and fabled o'er

With darkest night, meet region for defpair! 375
Till northward, where the rock its fea-wafh'd bafe
Projects athwart and fruts the bounded scene,
Rounding its point, he rais'd his eyes and faw,
At diftance faw, defcending on the shore,
Forth from their anchor'd boat, of men unknown
A double band, who by their geftures ftrange
There fix'd with wondering: for at once they knelt
With hands upheld; at once, to heaven, as feem'd,
One general hymn pour'd forth of vocal praise.
Then, howly rifing, forward mov'd their steps:
Slow as they mov'd, behold! amid the train,
On either fide fupported, onward came
Pale and of piteous look, a penfive maid;
As one by wafting fickness fore affail'd,
Or plung'd in grief profound-Oh, all ye powers!
Amyntor ftarting, cry'd, and thot his foul
In rapid glance before him on her face.
Illufion! no-it cannot be. My blood
Runs chill: my feet are rooted here-and fee!
To moc my hopes, it wears her gracious form,
The fpirits who this ocean wafte and wild
Still hover round, or walk thefe ifles unfeen,
Prefenting oft in pictur'd vifion ftrange

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The dead or abfent, have on yon fhape adorn'd,
So like my love, of unfubftantial air,
Embody'd featur'd it with all her charms-
And lo! behold! its eyes were fix'd on mine
With gaze tranfported-Ha! fhe faints, fe talls!
He ran, he flew his clafping arms receiv'd
Her finking weight- earth, and air, and fea!
'Tis fhe! 'tis Theodora! Power divine, 406
Whofe goodnefs knows no bounds, thy hand is
Omnipotent in mercy! As he spoke,
Adown his cheek, thro' fhivering joy and doubt,
The tear faft-falling ftream'd. My love! my life!
Soul of my wifhes; fav'd beyond all faith! 411
Return to life and me. O fly, my friends,
Fly, and from yon tranflucent fountain bring
The living ftream. Thou dearer to my foul
Than a the fumlefs wealth this fea entombs, 415
My Theodora,, yet awake: 'tis 1,

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'Tis poor Amyntor calls thee! At that name,
That potent name, her fpirit from the verge
Of death recall'd, the trembling rais'd her eyes;
Trembling, his neck with eager grafp entwin❜d,
And murmur'd out his name: then funk again ;
Then fwoon'd upon his hofom, through excefs
Of blifs unhop'd, too mighty for her frame.
The rofe-bud thus, that to the beam ferene
Of morning glad unfolds her tender charms, 425
Shrinks and expires beneath the noon-day blaze.
Moments of dread fufpenfe-but foon to cease!
For now while on her face thefe men unknown
The ftream, with cool afperfion, bufy caft,
His eyes beheld, with wonder and amaze, 430
Beheid in them-his friends! th' adventurous few,
Who bore her to the fkiff, whofe daring skill
Flad fav'd her from the deep! As o'er her cheek,
Rekindling life, like mora, its light diffus'd

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In dawning purple; from their lips he learn'd,
How to yon ile, yon round of mofs-clad hills,
Borea nam'd, before the tempelt borne,
Thefe iflanders, thrice three, then prifon'd there,
(So heaven ordain'd) with utmost peril run,
With toil invincible, from shelve and rock
Their boat preferv'd, and to this happy coaft
Its prow directed fafe-He heard no more:
The reft already known, his every sense,
His full collected foul, on her alone
Was fix'd, was hung enraptur'd, while there founds,
This voice, as of an angel, pierc'd his ear.

Amyntor! O my life's recover'd hope!
My foul's defpair and rapture !-can this be?
Am I on earth? and thefe arms indeed
Thy real form enfold ? Thou dreadful deep!
Ye fhores unknown! ye wild impending hills!
Dare 1 yet truft my fenfe?-O yes, 'tis he!
Tis he himself! My eyes, my bounding heart,
Confefs their living lord! What fhall I fay?
How vent the boundlefs tranfport that expands
My labouring thought? th' unutterable blifs, 456
Joy, wonder, gratitude, that pain to death
The breaft they charm?-Amyntor, O fupport
This fwimming brain: I would not now be torn
Again from life and thee; nor caufe thy heart
A fecond pang. At this, dilated high
'The fwell of joy, moft fatal where its force
Is felt moft exquifite, a timely vent
Now found, and broke in tender dews away
Of heart-re ieving tears. As o'er its charge,
With sheltering wing, folicitoufly good,
The guardian-genius hovers, fo the youth,
On her lov'd face, affiduous and alarm'd,
In flert fondneis dwelt: while all his foul,
With trembling tendernefs of hope and fear
Pleafingly pain'd, was all employ'd for her;
The rouz'd emotions warring in her breast,
Attempering, to compofe, and gradual fit
For further joy her folt impreffive frame.

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O happy! though as yet thou know't not half The blils that waits thee but, thou gentle mind, Whofe figh is pity, and whofe fmile is love, For all who joy or forrow, arm thy breaft With that beft temperance; which from fond excefs,

When rapture lifts to dangerous height its powers, Reflective guards. Know then-and let calm thought 481

On wonder wait-fafe refug'd in this ifle,
Thy god-like father lives! and lo-but curb,
Reprefs the tranfport that o'erheaves thy heart;
'Tis he-look yonder-he, whofe reverend steps
The mountain's fide defcend! Arupt from his
Her hand the drew; and, as on wings upborne,
Shot o'er the fpace between. He faw, he knew,
Aftonifhed knew, before him, on her knee,
His Theodora! To his arms he rais'd
The loft lov'd fair, and in his bofom prefs'd.
My father! my child! at once they cry'd :
The reft ecftatic blence fpoke,

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And Nature from her inmoft feat of fenfe
Beyond all utterance mov'd. On this bleft fcene,
Where emulous in either bofon ftrove.
Adoring gratitude, earth, ocean, air,

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Around with foftening afpect feem'd to fmile;
And heaven, approving look'd delighted down.
Nor theirs alone this blifsful hour: the joy 50s
With inftant flow, from fhore to hore aleng
Diflufive ran; and all th' exulting ifle
About the new-arriv'd was pour'd abroad,
To hope long lot, by miracle regain'd!
In each plain bofom Love and Nature wept: 505
While each a fire, a husband, or a friend,
Embracing heid and kifs'd

Now, while the fong,
The choral by mn, in wildly-warbled notes,
What Nature dictates when the full heart prompts,
Beft harmony, they grateful fouls effus'd
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Aloud to heaven; Montano, reverend Seer,
(Whofe eye prophetic far through time's abyfs
Could fhoot its beam, and there the births of fate,
Yet immature and in their ca fes hid,
Illumin❜d fee) a space abftracted stood:
His frame with fhivery horror itirr'd, his eyes
From outward vifion held, and all the man
Entranc'd in wonder at th' unfolding fcene,
On fluid air, as in a mirror feen,
And glowing radiat, to his mental fight.

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They fly he cry'd, they melt in air away, The clouds that long fair Albion's heaven o'ercaft! With tempeft delug'd, or with flame devour'd Her drooping plains: white dawning rofy round A purer morning lights up all her flies! 526 He comes, behold! the great deliverer comes! Immortal William, borne triumphant on, From yonder orient, o'er propitious feas, White with the fails of his unnumber'd fleet, 530 A floating forelt, ftretch'd from fhore to fhore! See! with fpread wings Britannia's genius flies, Before his prow': commands the speeding gales To waft him on! and, o'er the hero's head, Inwreath'd with olive bears the laurel crown, 535 Bleft emblem, peace with liberty renor'd! And hark! from either ftrand, which nations hide, To welcome-in true treedom's day renew'd. By h aven beloved, thou too that facred fun 540 What thunders of acclaim! Aurelius, man Shalt live to hail; fhalt warm thee in his fhine! I fee thee on the flowery lap di fus'd Of thy lov❜d vale, amid a fmiling race From this bleft pair to fpring: whom equal faith, And equal fondnefs, in foft league fall hold 545 From youth to reverend age; the calmer hours Of thy laft day to fweeten and adorn; Through life thy comfort, and in death thy crown.

TRUTH IN RHYME,

ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN NOBLE LORD.

ASTREA, eldett born of love,

Whom all the gods revere and love,
Was fent, while man deferv'd their care,
On earth to dwell, and govern there:
Till finding earth by heaven unaw'd,
Till back of violence and traud,
Abandoning the guilty crew,
Back to her native fky fhe few.

There, ftation'd in the Virgin-fign,
She long has ceas'd on earth to shine ;
Or if, at times, fhe deigns a fmile,
'Tis chief o'er Britain's favour'd ifle.

For there-h.r eyes with wonder fix'd!
That wonder too with pleasure mix'd!
She now beheld, in blooming youth,
The Patron of all worth and truth;
Not where the virtues molt refort,
On peaceful plains, but in a court!
Not in a cottage, all-unknown;
She found him feated on a throne!
What fables paint, what poets fing,
She found in fact-a Patriot-king!

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But as a fight, fo nobly new,
Deferv'd, the thought, a nearer view;
To where, by filver-ftreaming Thames,
Afcends the palace of St. James,
Swift through furrounding thades of night,
The goddess hot her beamy flight.
She ftopp'd; and the revealing ray
Blaz'd round her favourite, where he lay,
In fweet repofe: o'er all his face,
Repofe fhed fofter bloom and grace!
But fearful left her fun-bright glare
Too foon might wake him into care,
(For fplendid toils and weary state
Are every monarch's envy'd fate)
The ftream of circling rays to fhroud,
She drew an interpofing cloud.

In all the filence of furprize,
She gaz'd him o'er! She faw arise,
For gods can read the human breast,
Her own ideas there impreft!
And that his plan, to blefs mankind,
The plan now brightening in his mind,
May ftory's whiteft page adorn,.
May fhine through nations yet unborn,
She calls Urania to her aid,

At once the fair ethereal maid,
Daughter of Memory and Jove,'
Defcending quits her laurel'd grove :
Loofe to the gale her azure robe;
Borne, in her left, a ftarry globe,
Where each fuperior fon of fame
Will find in fcribed his deathlefs name,
Her right fuftain's th' immortal lyre,
To praife due merit, or infpire,

Behold-Aftrea thus began
The friend of virtue and of man!
Calm reafon fee, in early youth!
See, in a prince, the foul of truth!
With love of juftice, tender fenfe
For fuffering worth and innocence !
Who means to build his happy reign
On this bleft maxim, wife and plain-
Though plain, how feldom understood!
That, to be great, he must be good.
His breaft is open to your eye;
Approach, Urania, mark, and try.
This bofom needs no thought to hide :
This virtue dares our fearch abide.
The facred fountains to fecure
Of justice, undisturb'd and pure

From hopes or fears, from fraud or force,
To ruffie or to ftain their course;
That thefe may flow ferene and free,
The law muft independent be:
Her minifters, as in my ight,
And mine alone, difpenfing right;
O pierci, g eye, of judgment clear,
As honour, juft, as truth, fincere.
With temper, firm, with spirit, fage,
The Mansfields of each future age.

And this prime bleffing is to fpring
From youth in purple! from a king!
Who, true to his .mperial traft,
His greatnefs founds in being juft;
Prepares, like yon afcending fun,
His glorious race with joy to run,
And, where his gracious eye appears,
To blefs the world he lights and chears!
Such worth with equal voice to ing,
Urania, ftrike thy boldeft firing;
And truth, whofe voice alone is praife,
That here infpires, fhall guide the lays.
Begin! awake his gentle ear

With founds that monarchs rarely hear.
He merits, let him know our love,
And you record, what approve.

She ended and the heaven-born maid,
With foft furprize, his form furvey'd.
She faw what chastity of thought,
Within his stainless bofom wrought;
Then fix'd on earth her fober eye,
And, paufing, offer'd this reply.

Nor pomp of fong, nor paint of art,
Such truths fhould to the world impart.
My task is but, in fimple verfe,
Thefe promis'd wonders to rehearse:
And when on the fe our verfe we raise,
The plaineft is the nobleft praise.

Yet more; a virtuous doubt remains :
Would fuch a prince permit my strains?
Deferving, but ftill fhunting fame,
The homage due he might difclaim.
A prince, who rules, to fave, mankind,
His praife would, in their virtue, find;
Would deem their ftrict regard to laws,
Their faith and worth, his beft applause.
Then, Britons, your juft tribute bring,
In deeds, to emulate your king;
In virtues, to redeem your age
From venal views and party-rage.
On his example fately reft;
He calls, he courts you to be bleft;
As friends, as brethren, to unite
In one firm league of just and right.

My part is laft; it Britain yet
A lover boafts of truth and wit,
To him thefe grateful lays to fend,
The Monarch's and the Mufe's friend;
And whofe fair name, in facred rhymes,
My voice may give to late!t times.

She faid; and, after thin ing o'er
The men in place near half a fcore,
To ftrike at or ce all fcandal mute,
The goddess found, and fix'd on BUTE.

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AUTHOR OF THE PRECEDING POEM.

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BY S. J. ESQUIRE..

WELL-now, I think, we shall be wifer,

Cries Grub, who reads the Advertiser,
Here's Truth in Rhyme a glorious treat!
It furely must abufe the great;
Perhaps the king-without dispute
Twill fall moft devilish hard on Bute.
Thrice he reviews his parting fhilling,
At laft refolves, though much unwilling,
To break all rules imbib'd in youth,
And give it up for Rhyme and Truth:

He reads-he frowns--Why, what's the matter?
Damn it-here's neither fenie, nor fatyr-
Here, take it, boy, there's nothing in't:
Such fellows!to pretend to print!

Blame not, good cit, the poet's rhymes,
The fault's not his, but in the times:
The times, in which a monarch reigns,
Form'd to make happy Britain's plains;
To ftop in their deftructive course,
Domestic phrenfy, foreign force,
To bid war, faction, party ceafe,
And blefs the weary'd world with peace.
The times in which is feen, ftrange fight!
A court both virtuous and polite,
Where merit beft can recommend,
And fcience finds a conftant friend.

How then fhould fatyr dare to sport,
With fuch a king, and fuch a court,
While Truth looks on with rigid eye,
And tells her, every line 's a lye?

THE DISCOVERY:

UPON READING SOME VERSES, WRITTEN BY

A YOUNG LADY AT A BOARDING-SCHOOL,

A

SEPTEMBER, M,DCC,LX.

POLLO lately fent to know,

If he had any fons below?
For, by the trash he long had feen
In male and female Magazine,
A hundred quires not worth a groat,
The race must be extinct, he thought.
His meffenger to court repairs;
Walks foftly with the croud up stairs:
But when he had his errand told,

The courtiers fneer'd, both young and old.
Auguftus knit his royal brow,

And bade him let Apollo know it,

That from his infancy till now,

He lov'd nor poetry nor poet.
His next adventure was the Park,
When it grew fashionably dark:

There beauties, boobies, ftrumpets, rakes,
Talk much of commerce, whift, and stakes;
Who tips the wink, who drops the card:
But not one word of Verfe or Bard.

The ftage, Apollo's old domain, Where his true fons were wont to reign,

His courier now paft frowning by:
Ye modern Durfeys, tell us why.

Slow, to the city laft he went :
There, all was profe, of cent per cent.
There, alley-omniun, fcript, and bonus,
(Latin, for which a Mufe would stone us,
Yet honeft Gideon's claffic ftile)

Made our poor Nuncio ftare and fmile.
And now the clock had ftruck eleven:
The meffenger muft back to heaven;
But, juft as he his wings had ty'd,
Look'd up Queen-Square, the North-east fide.
A blooming creature there he found,
With pen and ink, and books around,
Alone, and writing by a taper :
He read unfeen, then ftole her paper.
It much amus'd him on his way;
And reaching heaven by break of day,
He fhew'd Apollo what he ftole.
The god perus'd, and lik'd the whole :
Then, calling for his pocket-book,
Some right celeftial vellum took;
And what he with a fun-beam there
Writ down, the Mufe thus copies fair :
"If I no men my fons muft call,
"Here's one fair daughter worth them all:
"Mark then the facred words that follow,
"Sophia's mine"-fo fign'd

VERSES,

APOLLO.

WRITTEN FOR, AND GIVEN IN PRINT TO, A BEGGAR.

MERCY, heaven's first attribute,

Whofe care embraces man and brute!
Behold me, where I fhivering ftand;
Bid gentle Pity ftretch her hand
To want and age, difeafe and pain,
That all in one fad object reign.
Still feeling bad, itill fearing worse,
Exiftence is to me a curfe:

Yet, how to clofe this weary eye?
By my own hand I dare not die:
And death, the friend of human woes,
Who brings the laft and found repofe;
Death does at dreadful diftance keep,
And leaves one wretch to wake and weep!

THE

REWARD:'

OR,

APOLLO'S ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO CHARLES STANHOPE.

WRITTEN IN M.DCC.LVII.

APOLLO, from the fouthern sky,

O'er London lately glanc'd his eye.
Juft fuch a glance our courtiers throw
At fuitors whom they fhun to know:
Or have you mark'd the averted mien,
The cheft erect, the freezing look,

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