IN Reftores to bloomy life each odorous flower, Gives the enamell'd meads their various hue, And calls the lively verdure forth to view; Two beauteous nymphs, the fairest of the grove, While morning rofe, alternate fung of love. ΑΜΙΝΤΑ. See, gentle Delia, fee the rifing dawn DELIA. O may bleft Concord, to our land restor'd, For peaceful crooks expel the hoftile sword! Return, foft-fmiling peace, fince war's alarms Have ravish'd Daphnis from his Delia's arms. AMINTA. No rude alarms disturb Aminta's ease, DELIA. In vain, when Zephyr wakes the genial fpring, The feather'd train their notes melodious fing; Their notes melodious no delight infpire, Since Daphnis' voice is wanting in the choir. AMINTA. To me or spring or autumn grateful prove; DELIA. Tell me, ye fmiling meads! ye velvet plains! Why, Daphnis gone, your verdure still remains? With heedless glance I pafs your beauties o'er; Still, ftill you fmile, but ah! you please no more. AMINTA. Sweet is the month when bounteous Nature fpreads DELIA. At distance fee the grove in order rise, So in the battle fhines the youth I love; His graceful form, and martial port, by far AMINTA. With each perfection blefs'd, my charmer view, Fair as the light, and fresh as morning dew; Soft as the feafon, as the feafon gay, And tuneful as the lark on yonder spray. DELIA. The mingled flow'rets of the fmiling year Compos'd a garland when my fwain was here; 3 M 2 He He plac'd the wreath around my flowing hair, ΑΜΙΝΤΑ. For dear Alexis opening rofes bloom, But hark! Methinks along the neighbouring grove I hear the well-known found of him I love! Ye Gods! 'tis he! the woods refound his lays: Come, beauteous nymph! and hear the melting lay S late, to fhun the noon-day's fcorching heat, The lovely maid accus'd her faithless swain. Ye wavy trees! ye gently murmuring springs? This elm is witness of my constant flame, How fweet with him to trace, at early dawn, • The flowery mead, or dew-befpangled lawn, • With him at noon to bait the shining hook • Where the tall poplar trembled o'er the brook! < Then fmil'd the grove, and fmil'd the verdant plain, Ah! cruel shepherd! tho' my tongue deny'd, And charms that fire to love the fighing fwains: • Ah! cruel youth! no more my tongue denies, I rais'd the maid, and bore her from the grove, HYMN TO ADVERSITY. DA BY MR. GRAY. AUGHTER of Jove, relentless pow'r, Whofe iron fcourge, and torturing hour, Bound Bound in thy adamantine chain, The proud are taught to tafte of pain; And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied, and alone. When first thy fire, to fend on earth And bade to form her infant mind. What forrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leifure to be good. Light they difperfe, and with them go The fummer friend, the flatt'ring foe; By vain Profperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ’d. Wifdom, in fable garb array'd, Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, filent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy folemn steps attend: Warm Charity, the general friend, With Juftice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing tear. Oh! gently on thy fuppliant's head, Dread goddefs, lay thy chaftening hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band, (As by the impious thou art feen) With thundering voice, and threatening mien, |