Pale, immature, the blighted verdure springs, When Silence liftens at the midnight hour. Nor wonder, man, that Nature's bafhful face, With fhow'rs and funshine in her fickle eyes, Is this the fair invested with my spoil By Europe's laws, and Senates' stern command? Ungen'rous Europe, let me fly thy foil, And waft my treasures to a grateful land : Again revive on Afia's drooping fhore My Daphne's groves, or Lycia's ancient plain : Again to Afric's fultry fands reftore Embow'ring fhades, and Lybian Ammon's fane: ·Or Or hafte to northern Zembla's favage coast, Brood o'er the region of eternal Froft, And fwell her barren womb with heat and life. Then Britain here fhe ceas'd. Indignant grief, And parting pangs her fault'ring tongue fuppreft: Veil'd in an amber cloud, fhe fought relief, And tears, and filent anguish told the rest. SONG for RANELA GH. YE By Mr. W. WHITEHEAD. I. E belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, Pray tell me from whence this indecency fprings, The fexes at once to confound: What means the cock'd hat, and the mafculine air, With each motion defign'd to perplex? Bright eyes were intended to languish, not ftare, And foftnefs the teft of your fex. II. The II. The girl who on beauty depends for support, The bosom display'd, and the petticoat short, But you, on whom Fortune indulgently smiles, III. The Venus whose statue delights all mankind, And kindly should seem by the artist design'd Then learn with her beauties to copy her air, Nor venture too much to reveal; Our fancies will paint what you cover with care, IV. The blushes of Morn, and the mildness of May, Are charms which no art can procure; O! be but yourselves, and our homage we pay, But But if Amazon-like you attack your gallants, And put us in fear of our lives, You may do very well for fifters and aunts, But believe me, you'll never be wives. The BENEDICITE Paraphrafed. By the Rev. Mr. MERRICK. I. E works of God, on him alone, YE In earth his footstool, heaven his throne, Be all your praise bestow'd; Whofe hand the beauteous fabric made, Whose eye the finish'd work furvey'd, And faw that all was good. II. Ye angels, that with loud acclaim Admiring view'd the new-born frame, And hail'd th' eternal King; Again proclaim your Maker's praise, And touch the tuneful ftring. III. Praife III. Praise him, ye bless'd ætherial plains, Ye waters, that above him roll, From orb to orb, from pole to pole, IV. Ye thrones, dominions, virtues, pow'rs, From age to age extend the lay, To heav'n's eternal Monarch Hymns of eternal praise, V. pay Cœleftial orb!-whose pow'rful ray Whose influence all things own; Praise him, whose courts effulgent shine As thine the paler moon. VI. Ye glitt❜ring planets of the sky, Whofe lamps the abfent fun fupply, With him the fong pursue; VOL. IV. N And |