All or divine or human, I inspire.

Counsel with strength, and industry with art,
In union meet conjoin'd, with me reside:

My dictates arm, instruct, and mend the art;
The surest policy, the wisest guide.

With me, true friendship dwells; she deigns to bind

Those generous souls alone, whom I before have

join'd.

XXII.

"Nor need my friends the various costly feast; Hunger to them th' effects of art supplies; Labor prepares their weary limbs to rest;

Sweet is their sleep: light, chearful, strong they

rise.

Thro' health, thro' joy, thro' pleasure and re

nown

They tread my paths; and by a soft descent,
At length to age all gently sinking down,
Look back with transport on a life well-spent:
In which, no hour flew unimprov'd away;

In which, some generous deed distinguish'd every day.

XXIII.

"And when, the destin'd term at length compleat, Their ashes rest in peace; eternal Fame

Sounds wide their praise: triumphant over fate,

In sacred song, for ever lives their name.
This, Hercules, is happiness! Obey

My voice; and live. Let thy celestial birth
Lift and enlarge thy thoughts. Behold the way
That leads to fame; and raises thee from earth
Immortal! Lo, I guide thy steps. Arise,

Pursue the glorious path; and claim thy native skies."

XXIV.

Her words breathe fire celestial, and impart
New vigor to his soul, that sudden caught
The generous flame: with great intent his heart
Swells full; and labors with exalted thought:
The mist of error from his eyes dispell'd,
Through all her fraudful arts in clearest light
Sloth in her native form he now beheld;
Unveil'd, she stood confest before his sight;

False Siren -All her vaunted charms, that shone So fresh erewhile, and fair; now wither'd, pale, and gone.

XXV..

No more, the rosy bloom in sweet disguise

Masks her dissembled looks: each borrow'd grace Leaves her wan cheek: pale sickness clouds her

eyes

Livid and sunk, and passions dim her face.
As when fair Iris has awhile display'd

Her watry arch, with gaudy painture gay;
While yet we gaze, the glorious colors fade,
And from our wonder gently steal away:
Where shone the beauteous phantom erst

bright,

SO

Now lowers the low-hung cloud; all gloomy to the sight.

XXVI.

But Virtue more engaging all the while

Disclos'd new charms; more lovely, more se

rene;

Beaming sweet influence. A milder smile
Soften'd the terrors of her lofty mien.

"Lead, goddess, I am thine! (transported cry'd
Alcides :) "O propitious pow'r, thy way
Teach me possess my soul; be thou my guide:
From thee, O never, never let me stray !"

While ardent thus the youth his vows address'd; With all the goddess fill'd, already glow'd his

breast.

XXVII.

The heavenly maid, with strength divine endu'd
His daring soul; there all her pow'rs combin'd;
Firm constancy, undaunted fortitude,
Enduring patience, arm'd his mighty mind.
Unmov'd in toils, in dangers undismay'd,

By many a hardy deed and bold emprize,

From fiercest monsters, through her powerful aid, 'Twas Virtue plac'd him in the blest abode,

Crown'd with eternal youth; among the Gods, a God.

POEM V.

THALES.

SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF

EDWARD POCOCKE, D. D.

BY EDMUND SMITH, M. A.

Formerly of Christ-Church, Oxford.

A

I.

COMELY Dame, in Sorrowe's garments drest, Where Thames's crystal waters gently creep, With her soft palme did beat her ivorie breast, And rent her yellow locks; her rosy cheeke She in a flood of brackish teares did steep: Rachel she seem'd, old Israel's beauteous wife, Mourning her Sonnes, whose silver cord of life Was cut by murderous Herod's fell and bloody knife.

II.

Betwixt her lillie hands, the Virgin held
Two Testaments; the one defac'd with rust,
Vanquish'd with time, and overgrown with eld,
All spoil'd with careless spots, all soyl'd with dust;