Eternal Structures let Them raise,
On WILLIAM and MARIA'S Praife:
Nor want new Subject for the Song;

Nor fear they can exhauft the Store; 'Till Nature's Mufick lyes unftrung;

'Till Thou, great God, fhalt lofe Thy double Pow'r ; And touch Thy Lyre, and fhoot Thy Beams no more.

THE

LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.

C

ELIA and I the other Day

Walk'd o'er the Sand-Hills to the Sea :

The fetting Sun adorn'd the Coaft,

His Beams entire, his Fiercenefs loft:
And, on the Surface of the Deep,
The Winds lay only not asleep:

The Nymph did like the Scene appear,
Serenely pleafant, calmly fair :

Soft fell her Words, as flew the Air.
With fecret Joy I heard Her fay,
That She wou'd never miss one Day
A Walk fo fine, a Sight fo gay.

But, oh the Change! the Winds grow high;
Impending Tempefts charge the Sky;
The Light'ning flies, the Thunder roars;
And big Waves lafh the frighten'd Shoars.

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Struck

Struck with the Horror of the Sight,
She turns her Head, and wings her Flight;
And trembling vows, She'll ne'er again
Approach the Shoar, or view the Main.

Once more at least look back, faid I,
Thy felf in That large Glafs defcry:
When Thou art in good Humour drest;
When gentle Reason rules thy Breast;
The Sun upon the calmest Sea
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 Shoar.

But when vain Doubt, and groundlefs Fear
Do That Dear Foolish Bofom tear;
When the big Lip, and wat'ry Eye
Tell Me, the rifing Storm is nigh:
'Tis then, Thou art yon' angry Main,
Deform'd by Winds, and dash'd by Rain;
And the poor Sailor that must try
It's 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.

AMARYLLIS.

WHILE from the Skies the ruddy Sun defcends ;

And rifing Night the Ev'ning Shade extends:
While pearly Dews o'erfpread the fruitful Field;
And closing Flowers reviving Odours yield:
Let Us, beneath these spreading Trees, recite
What from our Hearts our Mufes may indite.
Nor need We, in this close Retirement, fear,
Left
any Swain our am'rous Secrets hear.

SILVIA.

To ev'ry Shepherd I would Mine proclaim ;
Since fair A MINTA is my foftest Theme:
A Stranger to the loofe Delights of Love,

My Thoughts the nobler Warmth of Friendship prove:
And, while it's pure and facred Fire I fing,
Chaft Goddess of the Groves, Thy Succour bring.
AMARYLLIS.

Propitious God of Love, my Breast inspire
With all Thy Charms, with all Thy pleafing Fire:
Propitious God of Love, Thy Succour bring;
Whilft I Thy Darling, Thy ALEXIS fing,

ALEXIS,

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 whifp'ring Spring,
In sweeter Strains does artful CONON fing,

When loud Applaufes fill the crowded Groves ;
And PHOEBUS the fuperior Song approves.
SILVIA.

Beauteous A MINTA is as early Light,
Breaking the melancholy Shades of Night.
When She is near, all anxious Trouble flies;
And our reviving Hearts confess her Eyes.
Young Love, and blooming Joy, and gay Defires,
In ev'ry Breaft the beauteous Nymph inspires:
And on the Plain when She no more appears;
The Plain a dark and gloomy Profpect 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 Song,
And to the filent Night their Notes prolong :
Nor Groves, nor chryftal 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 Strain.
Dear lovely Youth, I cry to all around :
Dear lovely Youth, the flattering Vales refound.

SIL

SILVIA.

On flow'ry Banks, by ev'ry murm'ring Stream, AMINTA is my Mufe's fofteft Theme:

'Tis She that does my artful Notes refine :

With fair AMINT A's Name my noblest Verse shall shine, AMARYLLIS.

I'll twine fresh Garlands for ALEXIS' Brows,

And confecrate to Him eternal Vows:

The charming Youth fhall my APOLLO prove:
He fhall adorn my Songs, and tune my Voice to Love.

To the AUTHOR of the

Foregoing PASTORAL.

BY

Y SILVIA if thy charming Self be meant ;
If Friendship be thy Virgin Vows Extent;
O! let me in A MINTA's Praises join:
Her's my Efteem fhall be, my Paffion Thine.
When for Thy Head the Garland I prepare ;
A fecond Wreath fhall bind A MINTA'S Hair:
And when my choiceft Songs Thy Worth proclaim;
Alternate Verfe fhall blefs A MINTA's Name:
My Heart fhall own the Juftice of her Cause:
And Love himself fubmit to Friendship's Laws.
But, if beneath thy Numbers foft Difguife,
Some favour'd Swain, fome true ALEXIS lyes;
If AMARYLLIS breaths thy fecret Pains ;~
And thy fond Heart beats Measure to thy Strains:

May'st