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. 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 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, Where Surrey's downs extend ; There HERRING wooes her friendly power, To heal that shepherd all her balms employ! Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends Lo PELHAM to the grave descends, 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 Let good AUGUSTUS sigh no more, 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 Escap'd from Winter's freezing power, By Nature (artless handmaid !) drest, The lark now strains his warbling throat, While every loud and sprightly note |