Wak'd by the flail's redoubling sound, When spangling frost o'ercrisps the ground, No more forego bewildering sleep To climb with health yon' airy steep. When deep'ning snows oppress the plain The birds no more their boon obtain; The red-breast hovering round your doors No more his stated mess implores, Where all that needed found relief, No tearful eye laments their grief; No lenient hand dispels their pain; Fainting they sue, yet sue in vain. But though the scenes you now deplore With heart and eye be your's no more; Though now each long known object seen Unreal as the morning's dream, You still with retrospective glance, Or 'rapt in some poetic trance, At will may every charm renew; Each smiling prospect still review: Through memory's power and fancy's aid The pictur'd phantoms ne'er shall fade. And, oh where'er your footsteps roam, Where'er you fix your future home, May joys attending crown the past And heaven's best mansion be your last! WHEN day declining sheds a milder gleam, Epist. VIII. EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE, &c. Whence your return, by such nice instinct led 67 While o'er the cliff th' awaken'd churn-owl hung Through the still gloom protracts his chattering song; While high in air and pois'd upon his wings, Unseen, the soft- enamor'd woodlark sings : These, NATURE's works, the curious mind employ, Inspire a soothing melancholy joy: As fancy warms, a pleasing kind of pain Steals o'er each cheek, and thrills the creeping vein! Each rural sight, each sound, each smell combine; The tinkling sheep-bell, or the breath of kine; Thus, ere night's veil had half obscur'd the sky, Th' impatient damsel hung her lamp on high: True to the signal, by love's meteor led, Leander hasten'd to his Hero's bed. EPISTLE IX. THE ACADEMIC SPORTSMAN; OR, A WINTER'S DAY. BY THE REV. GERALD FITZGERALD. THE feather'd game that haunt the hoary plains, Oft when I've seen the new-fledg'd morn arise, And spread its pinions to the polar skies; Th' expanded air with gelid fragrance fan, Brace the slack nerves and animate the man : Swift from the college, and from cares I flew, (For studious cares solicit something new) From tinkling bells that wake the truant's fears, And letter'd trophies of three thousand years ; |