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(As by the impious thou art feen).
Thy milder influence impart,
To foften, not to wound my heart. The generous fpark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are, to feel, and know myself a man.
CUPID BENIGHTED. THE fable night had spread around
This nether world a gloom profound; No silver moon nor stars appear The lonely traveller to cheer: The race of man, with toils oppreft, Enjoy'd the balmy sweets of rest! Wher from the heav'nly court of Jove, Descended swift the god of love, (Ah me! I tremble to relate) And loudly thunder'd at my gate. 6 Who's there?” I cried - who breaks my door, “ At this unreasonable hour?” The god, with well-diffembled fighs, And inoan infidious, thus replies: “ Pray ope the door, dear firm'tis I, " A harmless miferable boy : “ Benumb’d with cold and rain, I ftray “ A long, uncomfortable way-“ The winds with bluti’ring horror roar“ 'Tis dismal dark-pray ope the door." Quite unsuspicious of a foe, I liften'd to the tale of woe,
Compassion touch'd my breast, and strait
I struck a light, unbarr'd the gate ; | When lo! a winged boy I fpy'd,
With bow and quiver at his lide :
TO THE PEREMPTORY, ILL-NATURED, AND
Thy name, ah! may I never hear,
Thy mandate to my Itartled ear;
And gives the heart to dire despair.)
Full many a heart, oppress’d with woe,
Has caife to mourn thy baleful pow'rs,
Full fast adown in briny show'rs.
His little bosom dead to joy;
Thou offspring vile of tyrant pride,
Thou lordelt o'er the weak and poor;
Doft spurn the suppliant from the door-
Thy dreaded name gives little care;
In lowest depths of dark despair.
In all its gorgon terrors deck'd,
Has worry'd patronage with pray’rs,
And quench'd the muse's ardent fires;
The fighing lover, too, poor wight!
By ihee (hard-cafe!) expell’d from heav'n, Muit quit his dear-lov'd fair one's fight,
And fly, to lonely deserts driv’n: Wild-farting, till he feems to hear, Re-echo'd ʼmidst the gloom profound, The dreadful, hope-destroying found,
All fad vibrating on his ear;
And lonely wand’ring o'er the wild, diftreft,
Ah! ne'er with rigor ftern oppofe
The gentle wishes of a genial flame,
The heart a better meed may claim.
Restrain us in our headlong course;
PLEASURES ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE,
NOW the golden morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
She wooes the tardy spring:
Frisking ply their feeble feet;
The birds his presence greet:
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;
Their raptures now that wildly flow,
Soft reflection's hand can trace;
A melancholy grace: While hope prolongs our happier hour; Or deepest shades, that dimly lower And blacken round our weary way, Gilds with a gleam of distant day. Still, where rofy pleasure leads,
See a kindred grief pursue;
Approaching comfort view:
On the thorny bed of pain,
And breathe, and walk again:
Near the course where pleasure flows;