Or Boëdromian hear'ft thou pleas'd, or Clarian,
Phoebus, great king? for different are thy names,
As thy kind hand has founded many cities,
Or dealt benign thy various gifts to man.
Carnean let me call thee; for my country
Calls thee Carnean: the fair colony

Thrice by thy gracious guidance was transported,
Ere fettled in Cyrene; there w' appointed

Thy annual feafts, kind God, and bless thy altars
Smoaking with hecatombs of flaughter'd bulls ;
As Carnus, thy high priest and favour'd friend,
Had erft ordain'd; and with mysterious rites,
Our great forefathers taught their fons to worship.
Iö Carnean Phoebus! Iö Pean!

The yellow crocus there and fair narcissus
Referve the honours of their winter-store,
To deck thy temple; till returning spring
Diffuses Nature's various pride; and flowers
Innumerable, by the foft fouth-west

Open'd, and gather'd by religious hands,

Rebound their fweets from th' odoriferous pavement.
Perpetual fires shine hallow'd on thy altars.

When annual the Carnean feaft is held :
The warlike Libyans, clad in armour, lead

The dance; with clanging fwords and shields they beat
The dreadful measure: in the chorus join
Their women, brown but beautiful: fuch rites
To thee well pleafing. Nor had yet thy votaries,
From Greece tranfplanted, touch'd Cyrene's banks,
And lands determin'd for their last abodes;

But

But wander'd through Azilis' horrid foreft
Difpers'd; when from Myrtufa's craggy brow,
Fond of the maid, aufpicious to the city,
Which muft hereafter bear her favour'd name,
Thou gracious deign'ft to let the fair-one view
Her typic people; thou with pleafure taught'ft her
To draw the bow, to flay the haggy lion,
And ftop the fpreading ruin of the plains.
Happy the nymph, who, honour'd by thy paffion,
Was aided by thy power! The monftrous Python
Durft tempt thy wrath in vain: for dead he fell,
To thy great ftrength and golden arms unequal.
Iö! while thy unerring hand elanc'd
Another, and another dart; the people
Joyfully repeated Iö lö Pean!

Elance the dart, Apollo: for the fafety

And health of man, gracious thy mother bore thee.
Envy, thy lateft foe, fuggefted thus:

Like thee I am a power immortal; therefore
To thee dare fpeak. How canft thou favour partial
Thofe poets who write little Vaft and great
Is what I love: the far-extended ocean
To a small rivulet I prefer. Apollo

Spurn'd Envy with his foot; and thus the God:
Dæmon, the head-long current of Euphrates,
Affyrian river, copious runs, but muddy ;
And carries forward with his stupid force
Polluting dirt; his torrent ftill augmenting,

His wave still more defil'd: mean while the nymphs
Meliffan, facred and reclufe to Ceres,

Studious

Studious to have their offerings well receiv'd,
And fit for heavenly use, from little urns
Pour streams felect, and purity of waters.
Iö! Apollo, mighty king, let Envy
Il-judging and verbofe, from Lethe's lake,
Draw tuns unmeasurable; while thy favour
Adminifters to my ambitious thirft

The wholesome draught from Aganippe's fpring
Genuine, and with foft murmurs gently rilling
Adown the mountains where thy daughters haunt..

CHARITY.

A.PARAPHRASE on the Thirteenth Chapter of the First Epistle to the CORINTHIANS.

D

ID fweeter founds adorn my flowing tongue,,
Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels fung;
Had I all knowledge, human and divine,
That thought can reach, or fcience can define;
And had I power to give that knowledge birth,
In all the fpeeches of the babbling earth;
Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire,.
To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire;
Or had I faith like that which Ifrael faw
When Moses gave them miracles and law :
Yet, gracious Charity! indulgent gueft,
Were not thy power, exerted in my breaft;

3

Thofe

Thofe fpeeches would send up unheeded prayer;
That scorn of life would be but wild despair :
A tymbal's found were better than

my

voice :

My faith were form: my eloquence were noife.

Charity, decent, modeft, easy, kind,

Softens the high, and rears the abject mind;
Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide,
Betwixt vile fhame and arbitrary pride.
Not foon provok'd, the eafily forgives;
And much she suffers, as the much believes.
Soft peace fhe brings where-ever fhe arrives;
She builds our quiet, as the forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even;
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.

Each other gift, which God on man bestows,
Its proper bound and due restriction knows;
To one fixt purpose dedicates its power;
And, finishing its act, exifts no more.
Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees,
Knowledge fhall fail, and Prophecy fhall ceafe;

But lafting Charity's more ample fway,

Nor bound by time, nor fubject to decay,
In happy triumph fhall for ever live,

And endless good diffufe, and endless praise receive. As, through the artift's intervening glass,

Our eye obferves the diftant planets pass;

A little we difcover, but allow,

That more remains unfeen, than art can fhow:

So, whilst our mind its knowledge would improve

(Its feeble eye intent on things above),

High as we may, we lift our reason up,
By Faith directed, and confirm'd by Hope:
Yet we are able only to furvey

Dawning of beams, and promifes of day.

Heaven's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled fight;
Too great its fwiftnefs, and too ftrong its light.
But foon the mediate clouds shall be difpell'd;
The fun fhall foon be face to face beheld,
In all his robes, with all his glory on,
Seated fublime on his meridian throne.

Then conftant Faith and holy Hope fhall die,
One loft in certainty, and one in joy:
Whilft thou, more happy power, fair Charity,
Triumphant fifter, greatest of the three,

Thy office and thy nature ftill the fame,
Lafting thy lamp, and unconfum'd thy flame,
Shalt ftill furvive.

Shalt ftand before the hoft of Heaven confeft,
For ever bleffing, and for ever blest.

IT

CUPID

IN AM BUSH.

Toft' to many has fuccefsful been,
Upon his arm to let his mistress lean;
Or with her airy fan to cool her heat,

Or gently fqueeze her knees, or prefs her feet.
All public fports, to favour young defire,
With opportunities like this confpire.
Ev'n where his skill the gladiator shows,
With human blood where the Arena flows;

There