ADDRESS TO HOPE. Let me thy flattering offers share, Shall never, never, never fade; 'Tis that which bids me look on high Sink worlds and systems in decay; PICTURE OF MORNING. ONCE more supported by the care of heaven Bright from yon hill looks forth the king of day, PICTURE OF MORNING. Moistened with dew the flowret of the vale And mark the charms of nature in the bush, AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, WITH THE POEM OF THE POWERS OF GENIUS. HEALTH to Licinius, my warm wishes send, May no rude hand thy museful peace molest, [stay, Time, whose swift wings no human force can Has borne his months, his darkening years away, Since last we met beneath thy cheerful shed, And talk'd of scenes which have for ever fled; L 4 |