Sweet Fancy fmil'd, and wav'd her myftick rod, When straight these vifions felt her pow'rful arm; And one by one fucceeded at her nod, As vaffal fprites obey the wizard's charm. Firft a celeftial form *-of azure hue, Whofe mantle, bound with brede étherial, flow'd To each foft breeze it's balmy breath that drewSwift down the fun-beams of the noon-tide rode. Obedient to the necromantick fway Of an old fage, to folitude refign'd, With fenny vapours he obscur'd the day, Launch'd the long lightning, and let loose the wind. He whirl'd the tempeft thro' the howling air, Betwixt the fea-green waves and azure fky. Then, like Heav'n's mild Ambassador of love Unlike to this in fpirit or in mien, Another form + fucceeded to my view; A two-legg'd brute, which Nature made in fpleen, Scarce could he fyllable the curfe he thought; *Ariel in the Tempest. Next bloom'd, upon an ancient foreft's bound, On the green carpet of th' unbended grass, That smoothly ftole along the fhadowy glade. Thro' these the Queen Titania pafs'd ador'd, Wage the mock battles of a sportive war. Arm'd cap-a-pee, forth march'd the fairy king, Around their chief the elfin hoft appear'd, The scene then chang'd, from this romantick land, Where three fmart fifters † of the weird band Pale Want had wither'd ev'ry furrow'd face, Fairy land, from the Midfummer Night's Dream. Hors' Hors'd on three ftaves, they pofted to the bourn Deep in a gloomy grot, remote from day, Where fmiling Comfort never fhew'd her face; Where light ne'er enter'd, fave one rueful ray, Difcov'ring all the terrors of the place They held damn'd myft'ries with infernal ftate, No human footstep chear'd the dread abode, The murky floor had foil'd with venom green. Sudden I heard the whirlwind's hollow found, Thro' troubled Earth's wide-yawning furface broke When, lo! each injur'd apparition rofe; Aghaft the murd`rer started from his bed; More had I feen-But now the god of day O'er Earth's broad breaft his flood of light had fpread; When Morpheus call'd his fickle dreams away, And on their wings each bright illufion fled. Ghofts in Macbeth, Richard III. &c. Yet Yet ftill the dear Enchantress of the brain, My waking eyes with wifhful wand'rings fought;- Sweet pow'r,' I said, for others gild the ray • Of Wealth, or Honour's folly-feather'd crown; 'Or lead the madding multitude aftray, • To grasp at air-blown bubbles of renown. • Me-humbler lot!-let blameless blifs engage, • Free from the noble mob's ambitious ftrife; Free from the muck-worm mifer's lucrous rage, 'In calm Contentment's cottag'd vale of life. <If frailties therefor who from them is free?--- And my heart plead the pardon of my head. Let not my reafon impiously require 'What Heav'n has plac'd beyond it's narrow span But teach it to fubdue each fierce defire, Which wars within it's own small empire, man. Teach me, what all believe, but few poffefs, 'And happiest he who feels another's woe. Thus, cheaply wife, and innocently great, While Time's smooth fand fhall regularly pass; * Each deftin'd atom's quiet course I'll wait, Nor rafhly break, nor wifh to ftop, the glass. And when in death my peaceful ashes lie, "If e'er fome tongue congenial speaks my name, Friendship shall never blush to breathe a figh, • And great ones envy such an honest fame.' HYMN TO FORTITUDE. BY THOMAS BLACKLOCK, D. D. NIGHT, brooding o'er her mute domain, In aweful filence wraps her reign: Clouds prefs on clouds; and, as they rife, To burn the veins, and tear the heart, And, fhield me, Heav'n! what hollow found, What |