That, while fuch virtuous chiefs adorn thy strain As GREECE and ROME fhall emulate in vain, ALBION may confecrate thy deathless name, And found her Epic pride on HAYLEY'S fame. MR. And there falute with proud acclaim In him who gave that Hill to fame Tell him in his applauding voice Your EARTHAM's echoing groves rejoice, And with new pride expand, Tell him his gifts your votary chear, For laurel wreaths are doubly dear From a fraternal hand. Eartham, Auguft 9, 1782. VOL. I. E ELE What distant region holds thy fair retreat, Where no keen look thy footsteps may surprise? In what lone defert haft thou fix'd thy feat, Far from the curious fearch of mortal eyes? Amid the jocund race, fay, art thou found, Who pafs in mirth the dreary hours of night; Or in the dance with pliant finews bound, Till fades the taper at AURORA's light? Ah no! when Reason reaffumes her sway, And leave the bofom prefs'd with serious woes. power, Or, doft Thou dwell with regal pomp and Ten thousand cares on fcepter'd fplendor lower, And bend the weary monarch with their weight. Or, fhall we feek Thee through the ranks of war, Where bold Ambition leads her daring train; While the fhrill clarion, founding from afar, Calls the flow warrior to the purple plain? Alas not there!-though conquest grace his fword, Though proudly wave his banners in the air, By legions guarded, the victorious Lord Shall find no arms to fhield his heart from care. Doft Thou refide in the gay youth's fond breast, Who bends obedient to the power of love; Who, by the fair one he adores carefs'd, May all the joys of mutual tranfport prove?— With paffion fraught, though fmiling now ferene, In foft endearments flow each tender hour; Too foon, alas! must change the blissful scene, When time's cold blaft fhall blow on beauty's flower. And oft, amid the blooming days of youth, Or pale-ey'd Jealoufy, with venom'd tooth, Al |