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BY MRS. CARTER.
The solitary Bird of Night
And quits the time-shook tow'r:
Beneath his ivy bow'r.
With joy I hear the solemn sound,
And sighing gales repeat:
At Wisdom's awful seat.
She loves the cool, the silent eve,
Beneath the lunar ray:
As in the glare of day.
O Pallas! queen of ev'ry art
Blest source of purer joys:
With pleasure and surprise !
That breathes no wild desires;
To nobler views aspires.
Not Fortune's Gem, Ambition's plume,
Be objects of my pray’r:
The dull rewards of care.
To me thy better gifts impart,
By studious thought refin'd:
An empire o'er my mind.
And wither in the tomb:
Unchang’d is thy immortal prize,
In undecaying bloom.
By thee protected I defy
Of ignorance and spite :
Of undiscerning wit.
In thy retreat I rest:
In all thy graces drest.
He bid Ilyssus' tuneful stream
Of perfect, fair, and good:
In awful silence stood.
Reclaim'd her wild licentious youth,
And felt its just controul:
O'er all their senses stole.
Thy breath inspires the poet's song,
The hero's gen'rous strife ;
Of still, domestic life.
No more to fabled names confin'd, To thee! supreme, all-perfect mind,
My thoughts direct their flight: Wisdom's thy gift, and all her force From thee deriv’d, unchanging source
Of intellectual light!
O send her sure, her steady ray
Thro’ life's perplexing road:
soul To happiness and good.
Beneath her clear discerning eye,
Of Folly's painted show:
Is vanity and woe.
To the Foregoing
ODE TO WISDOM.
Now see my Goddess, earthly born,
With smiling looks, and sparkling eyes, And with a bloom that shames the morn
New risen in the eastern skies!
Furnish'd from Nature's boundless store,
A nymph of pleasure's laughing train, Stranger to all the wise explore,
She proves all far-sought knowledge vain.
Untaught as Venus, when she found
Herself first floating on the sea,
For shame to look some other way :
And unaccomplish'd all as Eve
In the first morning of her life,
To take her hand, and call her Wife.