With LESBIA's praise the strain shall glow;
Oh may she taste each bliss supreme
That hope can paint, or love bestow;
And calm as Glym's sequester'd stream
May her life's gentle current flow!

Wind, lovely Brook, thy murmuring way,
Still with my sorrows sympathize:
So may thy banks fresh flow'rs inlay,
Thy waves in rich redundance rise,
Mild Zephyrs on thy bosom play!

If Zephyr should his breath deny,
My sighs shall fan thy flowery beds:
If parching rays thy channel dry,
The tears desponding Passion sheds
Shall its exhausted stream supply.

ELEGY.

WRITTEN AT SEA.

ON sapphire throne, o'er Heav'n's unnumber'd fires
The moon in full-orb'd majesty presides;

Calm are the seas, a favouring breeze transpires,
While thro' the waves the Vessel smoothly glides :

Beyond th' horizon's bound the mind extends,
To the sought shores where Hope delusive leads;
And flattering Fancy keen regret suspends
For absent kindred, friends, and native meads:

Till Sympathy from brooding Memory's stores
Culls thorns, and plants them in the bleeding breast;
Sunk into gloom the mind no more explores

Hope's future dawn, and pants in vain for rest.

What tho' the seas are calm, the skies serene,
Thus anguish dictates the desponding strain:
"To Friendship fear presents a gloomier scene,
"The whirlwind's fury and tempestuous main.

"Ev'n now perhaps from many a kindred eye My dubious fate compels the generous tear, "And ev'ry passing cloud that veils the sky "Chills some fond anxious breast with boding fear.

"In my Love's bosom deeper sorrows roll,

"Frantic with dread she sighs, implores, she raves; "Whilst Horror paints me, to her sickening soul, "Dash'd on a rock, or whelm'd beneath the waves."

Father of Heav'n, whose power controls the storms,
O let thy mercy hear a wanderer's pray'r!
Check the wild fears connubial fondness forms,
And save the tender Mourner from despair!

For Me,-whate'er thy sov'reign will shall doom,
Still give me faith to bear that lot resign'd:
That faith which bursts the confines of the tomb,
And, heav'n-aspiring, sooths th' afflicted mind.

PHILEMON.

AN ELEGY.

WHERE shade yon yews the churchyard's lonely bourn,

With faultering step, absorb'd in thought profound, PHILEMON Wends in solitude to mourn,

While Evening pours her deep'ning glooms around.

Loud shrieks the blast, the sleety torrent drives,
Wide spreads the tempest's desolating power;
To grief alone PHILEMON reckless lives,
No rolling peal he heeds, cold blast, or shower.

For this the date that stampt his partner's doom;
His trembling lips receiv'd her latest breath.
"Ah! wilt thou drop one tear on EMMA's tomb ?”
She cried and clos'd each wistful eye in death.

No sighs he breath'd, for anguish riv'd his breast, Her clay-cold hand he grasp'd, no tears he shed, "Till fainting nature sunk by grief oppress'd,

And ere distraction came all sense was fled.

Now time has calm'd, not cur'd PHILEMON'S WOe, For grief like his life-woven never dies;

And still each year's collected sorrows flow,

As drooping o'er his EMMA's tomb he sighs.