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Her influence taught the Phrygian sage
A tyrant master's wanton rage
With settled smiles to meet :
Inured to toil and bitter bread,
He bowed his meek submitted head,
And kissed thy sainted feet.
But thou, O Nymph retired and coy! In what brown hamlet dost thou joy
To tell thy tender tale ?
The lowliest children of the ground,
Moss-rose, and violet blossom round,
And lily of the vale.
say what soft propitious hour I best may choose to hail thy power,
And court thy gentle sway? When Autumn, friendly to the Muse, Shall thy own modest tints diffuse,
And shed thy milder day:
When Eve, her dewy star beneath,
And every storm is laid ;
If such an hour was e'er thy choice,
Oft let me hear thy soothing voice
Low whispering through the shade. TO WISDOM.
Dona præsentis rape lætus horæ, ac
O WISDOM! if thy soft controul
Can soothe the sickness of the soul,
Can bid the warring passions cease,
Wisdom! I bless thy gentle sway,
And ever, ever will obey.
But if thou com’st with frown austere,
To nurse the brood of Care and Fear;
To bid our sweetest passions die,
O if thine aspect stern have power
But never haunt
Hail to Pleasure's frolic train !
Hail to Fancy's golden reign!
Free and sportful as the child !
For ever share
Then, though wise I may not be,
The wise themselves shall envy me.
THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING*.
Illic indocto primum se exercuit arcu;
When Cupid, wanton boy! was young,
And hid his bow in wreaths of flowers;
Or pierced some fond unguarded heart
With now and then a random dart :
But heroes scorned the idle boy,
And love was but a shepherd's toy.
* Addressed to the Author of Essays on Song-Writing.