ADDRESS TO HOPE.

Let me thy flattering offers share,
Come build me palaces in air;
Dress me in never-fading flowers,
Lead me amid o'ershadowing bowers,
Salute me with thine angel lay
Till I in transports melt away.
Bear me above this sluggish earth
Its low pursuits, its noisy mirth,
And let the music of the spheres

And hymning angels, meet mine ears.
One promise Hope which thou hast made
Shall never, never, never fade;

'Tis that which bids me look on high
To yon bright world above the sky,

Where God my maker reigns alone
And calls his children round the throne;
Then haste ye rolling years away,

Sink worlds and systems in decay;

Break thou bright day upon the night,
When heaven shall open on my sight.

PICTURE OF MORNING.

ONCE more supported by the care of heaven Without whose knowledge not a sparrow falls, I breathe the air of Morn. The voice of Joy Now welcomes Nature from the sleep of Night, And pours its song of gratitude to God.

Bright from yon hill looks forth the king of day, He shakes his golden locks and flings on earth His full effulgence and his genial warmth. With red the towering mountains all are tipt. The lake slow winding thro' its sedgy bed Reflects his radiance trembling o'er its wave. The tall pines whistle, bending their green heads. The hills with gladness meet the opening day, And echo to the bleating of the flocks. Varying and wild, sweet Nature's tuneful band Forth from the grove their gayest music send; And now and then is wafted to the ear The music of the distant shepherd's pipe.

PICTURE OF MORNING.

Moistened with dew the flowret of the vale
Lifts its gay head, and the saluting breeze
Bears its sweet fragrance on its wings away.
Health flies the pillow when the sun is risen.
Health wantons in the breath of balmy morn.
Nature has wakened from her still repose,
Shook from her arms the drowsy God of sleep.
Come then Alinda, with me bend thy course
O'er the gay landscape glittering in the sun.
Let us inhale the spirit of the breeze,
And mark the charms of nature in the bush,
And brake and lawn, and morn's unruffled wave.
Give to the light fair maid thy peerless beauty,
Give to the wind thy locks of glossy hair,
And give to me thy soft benignant smile.

AN

EPISTLE TO A FRIEND,

WITH

THE POEM

OF THE

POWERS OF GENIUS.

HEALTH to Licinius, my warm wishes send,
Health and all blessings, to my favour'd friend---
May heaven, indulgent to my fervent prayer,
Make thee the object of continual care;
May no rude hand thy museful peace molest,
Or wound the quiet of thy feeling breast.

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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;

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