STROPHE II. When Athens finks by fates unjust, And Athens rifing near the pole! ANTIS TROPHE II. Ye Gods! what juftice rules the ball! In every age, in every ftate! Still, when the luft of tyrant power fucceeds, 20 25 30 CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. SEMICHORUS. OH Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast? Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame. Love, foft intruder, enters here, But entering learns to be fincere. And Brutus tenderly reproves. G 2 5 Why, Why, Virtue, dost thou blame defire, Which Nature has impreft? Why, Nature, doft thou foonest fire CHORUS. Love's purer flames the Gods approve; Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light, SEMICHORUS. Oh fource of every focial tye, United with, and mutual joy! What various joys on one attend, As fon, as father, brother, husband, friend ? His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, 35 CHORUS. CHORUS. Hence guilty joys, diftaftes, furmizes, Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine : ODE ON SOLITUDE. 4.0 Written when the Author was about Twelve Years old. H APPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whofe herds with milk, whofe fields with bread, Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, Whose trees in fummer yield him shade, 5 flide foft away, 10 In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound fleep by night; study and ease, With meditation. G 3 Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. O D E. 20 THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL. VITA I. VITAL fpark of heavenly flame! Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! II. Hark! they whisper; Angels fay, Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight, III. The world recedes; it difappears! 5 10 Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With founds feraphic ring: 15 Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting? AN |