Hand in hand, a goodly train,
To bless the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory show,
What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow.

VII.

As the folemn hours advance,
Mingled fend into the dance
Many fraught with all the treasures,
Which thy eastern travel views;
Many wing'd with all the pleasures,
Man can ask, or Heav'n diffuse:

That great Maria all those joys may know,
Which, from her cares, upon her fubjects flow.
VIII.

For thy own glory fing our fov'reign's praife,
God of verfes and of days:

Let all thy tuneful fons adorn

Their lasting works with William's name;
Let chosen muses yet unborn

Take great Maria for their future theme:
Eternal structures let them raife,

On William and Maria's praise:
Nor want new subject for the fong;

Nor fear they can exhaust the store;

'Till nature's mufic lies unftrung;

'Till thou, great God, shalt lose thy double pow'r; And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beams no more.

The LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.

NELIA and I the other day

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Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea:

The setting fun adorn'd the coast,

His beams intire, his fiercenefs loft:

And, on the furface of the deep,

The winds lay only not asleep:
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:

Soft fell her words, as flew the air.
With fecret joy I heard her fay,
That she would never mifs one day
A walk fo fine, a fight so gay.

But, oh the change! the winds grow high;
Impending tempefts charge the sky;
The light'ning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frighten'd fhoars.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight;
And trembling vows, she'll ne'er again
Approach the fhoar, or view the main.

Once more at least look back, said I,
Thyself in that large glass descry:
When thou art in good humour drest
When gentle reafon rules thy breast;
The fun upon the calmest fea
Appears not half fo bright as thee:
'Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love:
I bless my chain; I hand my oar;
Nor think on all I left on fhoar.

But when vain doubt, and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bofom tear;
When the big lip, and wat'ry eye

Tell me, the rifing ftorm is nigh:
'Tis then, thou art yon' angry main,
Deform'd by winds, and dafh'd by rain;
And the poor failor that must try

Its fury, labours less than I

Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make;
While love and fate ftill drive me back :
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way,
I chide thee first, and then obey.

Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,

I with thee, or without thee, die.

LOVE and FRIENDSHIP: a PASTORAL. by Mrs. ELIZABETH SINGER,

WHI

AMARYLLIS.

IILE from the skies the ruddy fun defcends: And rifing night the evening shade extends; While pearly dews o'erspread the fruitful field; And closing flowers reviving odours yield: Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite What from our hearts, our muses may indite. Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear, Left any fwain our am'rous fecrets hear. SILVIA.

To ev'ry fhepherd I would mine proclaim; Since fair Aminta is my fofteft theme:

A stranger to the loose delights of love,

My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove:
And, while its pure and facred fire I fing,
Chafte goddess of the groves, thy fuccour bring.

AMARYLLIS.

Propitious god of love, my breast inspire
With all thy charms, with all thy pleafing fire;
Propitious god of love, thy fuccour bring;
Whilft I thy darling, thy Alexis fing,
Alexis, as the op'ning bloffoms fair,
Lovely as light,, and foft as yielding air.

For him each virgin fighs: and on the plains
The happy youth above each rival reigns.
Nor to the echoing groves, and whisp'ring spring,
In fweeter strains does artful Conon fing;
When loud applauses fill the crouded groves;
And Phoebus the fuperior fong approves.
SILVIA.

Beauteous Aminta is as early light,
Breaking the melancholy fhades of night.
When she is near, all anxious trouble flies;
And our reviving hearts confefs her eyes.
Young love, and blooming joy, and gay defires,
In ev'ry breast the beauteous nymph inspires ;
And on the plain when she no more appears;
The plain a dark and gloomy profpe& wears.
In vain the streams roll on: the eastern breeze
Dances in vain among the trembling trees.
In vain the birds begin their ev❜ning fong,
And to the filent night their notes prolong :
Nor groves, nor crystal streams, nor verdant field
Does wonted pleasure in her abfence yield.

AMARYLLIS.

And in his abfence, all the penfive day,
In fome obfcure retreat I lonely stray;
All day to the repeating caves complain
In mournful accents, and a dying ftrain.
Dear lovely youth, I cry to all around;
Dear lovely youth, the flattering vales refound.

SILVIA.

On flow'ry banks, by ev'ry murm?ring ftream,

Aminta is my mufe's fofteft theme:

'Tis fhe that does my artful notes refine :

With fair Aminta's name my nobleft verse shall shine.

AMARYLLIS.

I'll twine fresh garlands for Alexis' brows, And confecrate to him eternal vows:

The charming youth shall my Apollo prove:

He shall adorn my fongs, and tune my voice to love.

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Y Silvia if thy charming felf be meant;

If friendship be thy virgin vows extent;
O! let me in Aminta's praises join:

Her's my esteem fhall be, my paffion thine.
When for thy head the garland I prepare;
A fecond wreath fhall bind Aminta's hair;
And when my choicest songs thy worth proclaim,
Alternate verfe fhall blefs Aminta's name:

My heart shall own the justice of her caufe:
And love himself submit to friendship's laws.
But, if beneath thy numbers soft disguise,
Some favour'd fwain, fome true Alexis lies;
If Amaryllis breathes thy fecret pains;

And thy fond heart beats measure to thy ftrains:
May'st thou, howe'er I grieve, for ever find
The flame propitious, and the lover kind:
May Venus long exert her happy pow'r,
And make thy beauty, like thy verse, endure:
May ev'ry god his friendly aid afford;
Pan guard thy flock, and Ceres bless thy board.
But, if by chance the feries of thy joys
Permit one thought lefs chearful to arife;
Piteous transfer it to the mournful fwain,
Who loving much, who not belov'd again,
Feels an ill-fated paffion's last excess;

And dies in woe, that thou may'st live in peace.

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