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BY T. SMOLLETT, M. D.
Parent of Joy! heart-easing Mirth!
Whether of Venus or Aurora born,
Thy glittering colours gay,
Diffuse thy living influence :
Shine, Goddess, shine with unremitted ray, And gild (a second sun) with brighter beam our day,
Labour with thee forgets his pain,
If thou be nigh, Grief's hate is vain,
The morning opes on high
His glories in a golden shower.
light, Quick, as the lightning's flash, glide to sepulchral
But whence the gladdening beam
pours his purple stream
With laughter at her side.
prayer ; No cloud, that rides the blast,shall vex the troubled air.
BY THE REV. THOMAS PENROSE.
'Twas the deep groan of death That struck th'affrighted ear!
The momentary breeze,-the vital breath
Embalm her dead, as low he lies.-
Wisdom! set the portal wide,-
Hither lure presuming Pride,
With Hope mistrustless at her side, And Wealth, that chance defies, and greedy Thirst
Call the group, and fix the eye,--
Youth may frown—the picture's just,-
Where's the visage, that awhile
No likeness will you own.
Pale's the once social cheek,
Where are the beamy orbs of sight,
The windows of the soul ?
No more with vivid ray they roll-
Where's the heart, whose vital power
Beat with honest rapture high,
gave to mis’ry many a sigh
Froze to a stone! And froze the hand
affection warm convey'd ; Whose bounty Aled the suppliant band,
And nourish'd Want with timely aid.
Ah! what remains to bring relief,
To soothe the breast in tempest tost,
'Tis the departed worth, tho' sure
'Tis Merit's gift alone to bloom
Does Ambition toil to raise
Trophies to immortal praise ? Trust not, tho' strong her passions burn,
Trust not the marble's flattering stile, -Tho' Art's best skill engrave the urn
Time’s cank’ring tooth shall fret the pile.