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Seize Delia's frame, suspend at once her breath, “ And from its long-lay'd home the wond'ring fout


“ Be deaf to all, nor heed the plaintive moan « Of weeping husband, parent, child, or friend ; Tis my high will, that she attend my throne, “ Where flow those perfect joys which never shall have


So spake th’Omnipotent. The spirit heard,
With azure pinions veil'd he skims the air,
The heavenly regions quickly disappear'd,
He, unperceiv'd, alights beside the happy pair.

Amaz'd he view'd this feat of humble love,
Content and joy in every

breast elate, One moment mourn'd his errand from above; While mid the cheerful group the thoughtless victim


With eye afkance he aims the deadly blow,
Nor dares to look while he directs the dart ;
No more her cheeks, with purple blufhes glow,
But all the spirits rush to guard the fainting heart.
In vain, in vain! the heart refuses aid,
An iron slumber seals her heavy eyes ;
She links in death--th' astonish'd foul, dismay'd,
Bursts thro’ the doors of life, and seeks more friendly


Hail, spirit, disengag'd from cumbrous clay!
Let not our tears retard thy blissful fight ;


The figh diffolves in faith ; pursue thy way,
Till heaven's full joys shall open on thy ravish'd fight.

O Thyrsis! raise thy low-declining head,
Nor link beneath this mighty weight of woe ;-
Mourn not thy love, nor think thy Delia dead ;
She lives where boundless joys shall ever, ever flow.


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FRIENDSHIP! thou noblet ardour of the foull

Immortal effence! languor's best support !
Chief dignifying proof of glorious man !
Firm cement of the world! endearing tie,
Which binds the willing soul, and brings along
Her chasteft, strongest, and sublimest powers !

All else the dregs of spirit. Love's soft Aame,
Bewildering, leads th' infatuated foul ;
Levels, depreffes, wraps in endless mists,
Contracts, diffolves, enervates and enslaves,
Relaxes, links, distracts ; while Fancy fills
Th’inflaming draught, and aids the calenture.
Intoxicating charm! yet well refin'd
By Virtue's brightning flame, pure it ascends,
As incense in its grateful circles mounts,
Till mixt and loft, with thee it boasts thy name.

Thou unfound blessing ! wood with eager hope,
As clowns the nightly vapour swift pursue,



And fain would grasp to cheer their lonely way ;
Vain the wide stretch, and vain the shorten'd breath,
For, ah! the bright delufion onward flies,
While the sad swain, deceiv'd, now cautious treads
The common beaten track, nor quits it more.

Not unexisting art thou, but so rare,
That delving souls ne'er find thee; 'tis to thee,
When found, if ever found, sweet fugitive,
The noble mind opes all her richest stores ;
Thy firm, strong hold suits the courageous breaft,
Where stubborn virtues dwell in secret league,
And each conspires to fortify the rest.

Ethereal spirits alone may hope to prove
Thy strong, yet soften'd rapture ; soften’d more
When penitence succeeds to injury;
When, doubting pardon, the meek, pleading eye
On which the foul had once with pleasure dwelt,
Swims in the tear of forrow and repentance.
The faultless mind with treble pity views
The tarnish'd friend, who feels the sting of shame ;
Tis then too little barely to forgive ;
Nor can the foul rest on that frigid thought,
But rufhing swiftly from her Stoic heights,
With all her frozen feelings melted down
By Pity's genial beams, she finks, diftreft,
Shares the contagion, and with lenient hand
Lifts the warm chalice fill'd with confolation.
Yet Friendship's name oft decks the crafty lip,
With seeming virtue clothes the ruthless foul;
Grief-foothing notes, well-feign'd to look like truth,
Like an insidious serpent softly creep
To the poor, guileless, unsuspecting heart,

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Wind round in wily folds, and, finking deep,
Explore her facred treasures, bafely heave
Her hoard of woes to an unpitying world ;:
First fooths, ensnares, exposes, and betrays.
What art thou, fiend, who thus ufurp'it the form
Of the soft Cherub ? Tell me, by what name
The oftentatious call thee, thou who wreck'it
The gloomy peace of forrow-loving fouls ?
Why thou art Vanity, ungenerous sprite !
Who tarnishest the action deem'd so great,
And of soul-faving effence. But for thee,

pure, how bright would Theron's virtues shine !
And, but that thou art incorp’rate urith the flame,
Which else would bless where'er its beams illume,
My grateful fpirit had recorded here
Thy splendid seemings. Long I've known their worth

0, 'tis the deepest error man can prove,“
To fancy joys disinterested can live,
Indiffoluble, pure, unmix'd with felf;
Why, 'twere to be immortal, 'twere to own
No part but-spirit in this chilling gloom.

My soul's ambitious, and its utmoit stretch
Would be, to own a friend—but that's deny’d. -
Now, at this bold avowal, gaze, ye eyes,
Which kindly melted at my woe-fraught tale ;
Start back; Benevolence, and shun the charge :
Soft bending Pity, fly the fullen phrale,
Ungrateful as it seems. My abject fate
Excites the willing hand of Charity,
The momentary figh, the pitying tear,
And instantaneous act of bounty bland,
To misery so kind; yet not to yoll, .


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Bounty, or Charity, or Mercy mild,
The penfive thought applies fair Friendship's name ;
That name which never yet could dare exist,
But in equality.


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WHY boaff, 0 arrogant, imperious man,

Perfection so exclusive ? Are thy powers
Nearer approaching Deity? Canst thou solve
Questions which high infinity propounds,
Soar nobler flights, or dare immortal deeds,
Unknown to woman, if the greatly dares
To use the powers affign'a her? Active strength,
The boast of animals, is clearly thine ;
By this upheld, thou think'st the lesson rare
That female virtues teach ; and poor

the height
Which female wit obtains. The theme unfolds
Its ample maze, for Montague befriends
The puzzled thought, and, blazing in the eye
Cf boldest Opposition, strait presents
The soul's best energies, her keenest powers,.
Clear, vigorous, enlighten'd.

O Montague! forgive me, if I sing
Thy wisdom temper'd with the milder ray
Of soft humanity, and kindness bland :
So wide its influence, that the bright beams
Reach the low vale where mifts of ignorance lodge,

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