Tho' ecstasy with beauty flies, Esteem is born when beauty dies. Happy to whom the Fates decree The gift of heav'n in giving thee: Thy beauty shall his youth engage; Thy virtue shall delight his age.

WRITTEN

IN SPRING.

AND SENT TO HIS GRACE

DR. THOMAS HERRING,

Archbishop of Canterbury.

BY THE REV. FRANCIS FAWKES, M. A.

BRIGHT God of day, whose genial power

Revives the buried seed,

That spreads with foliage every bower,

With verdure every mead,

Bid all thy vernal breezes fly
Diffusing mildness through the sky;
Give the soft season to our drooping plains,
Sprinkled with rosy dews and salutary rains.

Enough has Winter's hand severe
Hurl'd all his terrors round,

Chill'd the fair dawning of the year,
And whiten'd all the ground:

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.

то

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