Nymph! with thee, at early Morn, When Evening lights her glow-worm, lead And let me range at Night those glimm'ring groves, Where Stillness ever sleeps, and Contemplation roves. This my tributary lay Grateful at thy shrine I pay, Who for sev'n whole years hath shed O let me still enamour'd view Those fragrant lips of rosy hue, Nor thinks there needs th' allay of sharp disease, To quicken thy repast, and give it pow'r to please. Now by swiftest Zephyrs drawn, O hover round the virtuous sage: Nor let one sigh for his own suff'rings rise; Each human suff'ring fills his sympathizing eyes. Venus from Aeneas' side With successful efforts try'd To extract th' envenom'd dart If thus, HYGEIA, thou could'st prove Now on thy favor'd HEBERDEN bestow Thy choicest healing pow'rs, for Pallas asks them now. What though, banish'd from the fight, To the Hero's troubled sight, Ranks on ranks tumultuous rose Of flying friends and conqu❜ring foes; A laurel wreath for thousands slain; On nobler views intent, the SAGE's mind Pants to delight, instruct, and humanize mankind. ODE XX. FAREWELL TO HOPE. By the Same. HOPE, sweetest child of Fancy born, With bubbling springs, and cultur'd plains; Adieu the pleasing prospect, plann'd By Fancy's fair delusive hand! On verdant hillocs danc'd and play'd, No more, with sweet endearing talk, Where Innocence and Stella dwell; O let me now in silence rove Thro' yon sequester'd cypress grove, Where, crown'd with leaves of baleful yew, And circled by a Stygian crew, (When from the ivy-mantled tower, And o'er the mouldering, hallow'd ground While thus, with gloomy thought opprest, Heart-piercing sorrow heav'd my breast, A heavenly form swift gliding by, With healing comfort in her eye, |