Bright son of Ev'ning, lucid Star,
Auspicious rise thy soften'd beam,
Admir'd ere Cynthia's pearly car

O'er heav'n's pure azure spreads her gleam:
Thou saw'st the blooming Pair,

Like thee serenely fair,

By love united end the nuptial vow,

Thou seest the mirthful Train

Dance to th' unlabor'd strain,

Seest bound with myrtle ev'ry youthful brow. Shine forth, ye silver eyes of Night,

And gaze on virtues crown'd with treasures of delight.

And thou, the golden-tressed Child of Morn,
Whene'er thy all inspiring heat

Bids bursting rose-buds hill and mead adorn,
See them with ev'ry gift that Jove bestows,
With ev'ry joy replete,

Save when they melt at sight of human woes.
Flow smoothly, circling Hours,

And o'er their heads unblended pleasure pour;
Nor let your fleeting round

Their mortal transports bound,

But fill their cup of bliss, eternal Pow'rs,

Till Time himself shall cease, and suns shall blaze no more.

Each morn, reclin'd on many a rose
LAVINIA'S pencil shall disclose

New forms of dignity and grace,
Th' expressive air, th' impassion'd face,
The curled smile, the bubbling tear,

The bloom of hope, the snow of fear,

To some poetic tale fresh beauty give,
And bid the starting tablet live;

Or with swift fingers shall she touch the strings,
And in the magic loom of harmony
Notes of such wond'rous texture weave,

As lifts the soul on seraph wings,

Which as they soar above the jasper sky,

Below them suns unknown and worlds unnumber'd

leave.

While Thou, by list'ning crowds approv'd,
Lov'd by the Muse and by the Poet lov'd,
ALTHORP, shouldst emulate the fame

Of Roman Patriots and th' Athenian name;
Shouldst charm with full persuasive eloquence,
With all thy Mother's grace, and all thy father's
sense,

Th' applauding Senate; whilst, above thy head,
Exulting liberty should smile,

Then bidding dragon-born Contention cease,
Should knit the dance with meek-ey'd Peace,
And by thy voice impell'd, should spread
An universal joy around her cherish'd isle.

But ah! thy public virtues, Youth, are vain In this voluptuous, this abandon'd age, When Albion's Sons with frantic rage, In crimes alone and recreant baseness bold, Freedom and concord with their weeping Train, Repudiate; slaves of vice, and slaves of gold! They on stary pinions sailing Through the chrystal fields of air, Mourn their efforts unavailing,

Lost persuasions, fruitless care:

Truth, Justice, Reason, Valour with them fly
To seek a purer soil, a more congenial sky.

Beyond the vast Atlantic deep

A dome by viewless Genii shall be rais'd,
The walls of adamant compact and steep,
The portals with sky-tinctur'd gems emblaz’d :
There on a lofty throne shall Virtue stand;
To her the Youth of Delaware shall kneel;

And, when her smiles rain plenty o'er the land,
Bow, Tyrants, bow beneath th' avenging steel!
Commerce with fleets shall mock the waves,
And Arts, that flourish not with slaves,
Dancing with ev'ry Grace, and ev'ry Muse,
Shall bid the valleys laugh, and heav'nly beams dif-
fuse.

She ceases; and a strange delight

Still vibrates on my ravish'd ear:

What floods of glory drown my sight!

What scenes I view! What sounds I hear!

This for my Friend... but, gentle Nymphs, no

more

Dare I with spells divine the Muse recall: Then, fatal Harp, thy transient rapture o'er, Calm I replace thee on the sacred wall. Ah, see how lifeless hangs the lyre, Not lightning now, but glitt'ring wirel Me to the brawling bar and wrangles high Bright-hair'd Sabrina calls and rosy-bosom'd Wye.

ODE XI.

ON

THE BIRTH OF A FIRST CHILD.

BY THE REV. DR. JEFFRY,
(Late Dean of Carlisle.)

EXHAUSTED by her painful throes,
Let Nature take her due repose:
Sweet, dearest Anna, be thy sleep,
While I my joyful vigils keep;
O be thy joy sincere as mine,

For sure my pangs have equall'd thine.

Sleep on, and waking, thou shalt see
All that delights thy soul in me;
Friend, husband, and a name most dear,
The father of thy new-born care;
As thou on her thy eyes shall cast,
Thank Heaven for all the danger past,

Heaven for no trivial cause ordains,
That joy like this succeeds thy pains,
But by this sacred pledge demands
A parent's duty at thy hands;