Each joyless morning, with the rifing fun,

Quick to the ftrand my feet fpontaneous run:

Where, where's my prince! what tidings have ye brought!" Of each I met, with pleading tears I fought.

In vain I fought; fome, confcious of my pain,
With horrid filence pointed to the main.
Some with a fneer the brutal thought exprefs'd,
And plung'd the dagger of a barb'rous jest.
Day follow'd day, and ftill I wish'd the next,
New hopes ftill flatter'd, and new doubts perplex'd;
Day follow'd day, the wish'd to-morrow came,
My hopes, doubts, fears, anxieties, the same:
At length- O Power Supreme! whoe'er thou art,
Thy fhrine the fky, the fea, the earth, or heart;
⚫ Since every clime, and all th' unbounded main,
And hostile barks, and storms, are thy domain,
If faithful paffion can thy bounty move,
⚫ (And goodness fure must be the friend of love!)
• Safe to these arms my lovely prince restore,
• Safe to his Zara's arms, to part no more!
O grant to virtue thy protecting care,

And grant thy love to love's availing pray'r!
Together then, and emulous to praise,

A flowery altar to thy name we'll raife;
There, first and laft, on each returning day,
To thee our vows of gratitude we'll pay!'
Fool that I was, to all my comfort blind!
Why, when thou went'st, did Zara stay behind?
How could I fondly hope one joy to prove,
'Midst all the wild anxieties of love?

Had fate in other mould thy Zara form'd,
And my bold breast in manly friendship warm'd,
How had I glow'd exulting at thy fide!
How all the shafts of adverfe fate defy'd!
Or yet a woman, and not nerv'd for toil,
With thee, O had I turn'd a burning foil!

In the cold prifon had I lain with thee,
In love still happy, we had ftill been free;
Then fortune brav'd, had own'd fuperior might,
And pin'd with envy, while we forc'd delight..

Why shouldst thou bid thy love remember thee?:
Thine all my thoughts have been, and ftill fhall be.
Each night the cool favannahs have I fought,
And breath'd the fondness of enamour'd thought;
The curling breezes murmur'd as I figh'd,
And hoarfe, at diftance, roar'd my foe, the tide :
My breast still haunted by a motley train,.

*

Now doubts, now hopes prevail'd, now joy, now pain!
Now fix'd I ftand, my fpirit filed to thine,

Nor note the time, nor fee the fun decline!
Now rouz'd I start, and wing'd with fear I run;
In vain, alas! for 'tis myfelf I shun!
When kindly fleep it's lenient balm fupply'd,
And gave that comfort waking thought deny'd.
Last night-but why, ah Zara! why impart,
The fond, fond fancies of a love-fick heart!
Yet true delights on fancy's wings are brought,
And love's foft raptures realiz'd in thought-
Last night I faw-methinks I fee it now!-
Heaven's awful concave round thy Zara bow;
When fudden thence a flaming chariot flew,
Which earth receiv'd, and fix white courfers drew:
Then, quick tranfition, did thy Zara ride,
Borne to the chariot, wond'rous, by thy fide;
All glorious both, from clime to clime we flew,
Each happy clime with fweet furprize we view.
A thousand voices fung, All blifs betide

The prince of Lybia, and his faithful bride!?
'Tis done, 'tis done!' refounded through the skies,
And quick aloft the car began to rife;

Ten thousand beauties crouded on my fight,

Ten thousand glories beam'd a dazzling light.

My

My thoughts could bear no more, the vifion filed,
And wretched Zara view'd her lonely bed.
Come, fweet interpreter, and ease my foul;
Come to my bofom, and explain the whole.
Alas, my prince !-yet hold, my ftruggling breast;
Sure we shall meet again, again be blefs'd.

Hope all,' thou fay'ft, I live, and ftill am free ;'
O then prevent thofe hopes, and hafte to me!
Eafe all the doubts thy Zara's bosom knows,
And kindly stop, the torrent of her woes.

But, that I know too well thy gen'rous heart,
One doubt, than all, more torment would impart :
'Tis this. In Britain's happy courts to fhine,
Amidst a thousand blooming maids, is thine:
But thou a thousand blooming maids among,
Art ftill thyfelf, incapable of wrong;
No outward charm can captivate thy mind,
Thy love is friendship heighten'd and refin'd;
'Tis what my foul, and not my form infpires,
And burns with spotless and immortal 'fires.
Thy joys, like mine, from confcious truth arife,
And, known these joys, what others canft thou prize?
Be jealous doubts the curfe of fordid minds;

Hence, jealous doubts, I give ye to the winds!

Once more, O come! and fnatch me to thy arms!
Come, fhield my beating heart from vain alarms!
Come, let me hang enamour'd on thy breast,
Weep pleafing tears, and be with joy diftrefs'd!
Let me ftill hear, and ftill demand thy tale,
And, oft renew'd, ftill let my fuit prevail!
Much still remains to tell and to enquire,
My hand ftill writes, and writing prompts defire;
My pen denies my laft farewel to write,
Still, ftill Return,' my wishful thoughts indite:
O hear, my prince, thy love, thy mistress call,
Think o'er each tender name, and hear by all!

O pleafing intercourfe of foul with foul!
Thus, while I write, I fee, I clafp thee whole;
And these kind letters trembling Zara drew,
In every line shall bring her to thy view.
Return, return! in love and truth excel;
Return! I write; I cannot add-Farewel!

ON MR. NASH's PICTURE

AT FULL LENGTH, BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON AND MR. POPE, AT BATH.

Nash reprefents man in the mafs,

Made up of wrong and right;
Sometimes a king, fometimes an afs;
Now blunt, and now polite.

The picture plac'd the bufts between,
Adds to the thought much ftrength;
Wifdom and Wit are little feen,
But Folly's at full length.

A MA BELL A *.

WRITTEN BY THE DESIRE OF MRS. MONTAGUE.

BY MR. JERNINGHAM.

ARMODIUS breath'd the rural air, nor found
His ruddy health with length of years decrease:

By duty prompted, Amabella crown'd

His filver forehead with the wreath of peace:

By partial Nature fram'd in Beauty's mould,
Adorn'd with every grace, unfpoil'd by art,
To Friendship's circle ftill did fhe unfold

The lovelier beauties of a feeling heart.

Endear'd to all fhe met, each welcome day,

By Fortune's hand, with various bleffings fraught;

When, lo! her gaiety's accuftom'd ray

Was quench'd, untimely, with the gloom of thought.

*The fubject of this poem is founded on á circumftance that happened during the late war. A young lady, not meeting with the concurrence of her relations in favour of an officer for whom the expreffed her regard, was prevailed upon, by his folicitations, to confent to a clandeftine marriage; which took place on the day he fet cut to join his regiment abroad, where he was unfortunately killed in an engagement.