Give but thy vital beams to play,

The frozen scenes will melt away;

And, mix'd in sprightly dance, the blooming Hours Will wake the drowsy Spring, and Spring awake the flowers.

Let Health, gay daughter of the skies,
On Zephyr's wings descend,
And scatter pleasures as she flies

Where Surrey's downs extend ;

There HERRING wooes her friendly power,
There may she all her roses shower,

To heal that shepherd all her balms employ!
So will she sooth our fears, and give a nation joy.

Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends
So soon are claim'd by Fate!
Lo PELHAM to the grave descends,
The bulwark of the state:

When will fair Truth his equal find

Among the best of human kind?

Long be the fatal day with mourning kept! AUGUSTUS sigh'd sincere, and all the worthy wept!

Thy delegate, kind heaven, restore
To health, and safely keep;
Let good AUGUSTUS sigh no more,
No more the worthy weep:

And still upon the royal head

The riches of thy blessings shed;

Establish'd with his counsellors around,

Long be his prosp'rous reign, and all with glory crown'd.

ΤΟ

SPRING.

BY MISS FERRER

OF HUNTINGDON,

SINCE MARRIED TO THE REV. DR. PECKARD, Master of Magdalen College, Cambridge.

HAIL, genial Goddess, blooming Spring!

Thy blest return, O let me sing,

And aid my languid lays : Let me not sink in sloth supine

While all creation at thy shrine

Its annual tribute pays.

Escap'd from Winter's freezing power,
Each blossom greets thee, and each flower;
And foremost of the train,

By Nature (artless handmaid!) drest,
The snow-drop comes in lily'd vest,
Prophetic of thy reign.

The lark now strains his warbling throat, While every loud and sprightly note

Calls Echo from her cell.

Be warn'd, ye fair, that listen round,
A beauteous maid became a sound,
A maid who lov'd too well.

The bright-hair'd sun with warmth benign
Bids tree, and shrub, and swelling vine
Their infant-buds display:

Again the streams refresh the plains,
Which Winter bounds in icy chains,
And sparkling bless his ray.

Life-giving Zephyrs breathe around,
And instant glows th' enamel'd ground
With Nature's vary'd hues :
Not so returns our youth decay'd,
Alas! nor air, nor sun, nor shade,
The spring of life renews.

The sun's too quick-revolving beam
Will soon dissolve the human dream,
And bring th' appointed hour:
Too late we catch his parting ray,
And mourn the idly-wasted day
No longer in our power.

Then happiest he, whose lengthen'd sight Pursues, by virtue's constant light,

A hope beyond the skies:

Where frowning Winter ne'er shall come,

But rosy Spring for ever bloom,

And suns eternal rise.