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Riches that the world bestows,
She can take, and I can lose;
I've a mighty part within
Here, in a green and shady grove,
Streams of pleasure mix with love :
Both rejoice when there we meet.
There are endlefs beauties more Earth hath no refemblance for; Nothing like them round the pole, Nothing can describe the foul: 'Tis a region half unknown, That has treasures of its own, More remote from public view Than the bowels of Peru; Broader 'tis, and brighter far, Then the golden Indies are; Ships that trace the watery stage Cannot coaft it in an age; Harts, or horses, strong and fleet, Had they wings to help their feet, Could not run it half way o'er In ten thousand days and more.
Yet the filly wandering mind, Loth to be too much confin'd, Roves and takes her daily tours, Coasting round the narrow fhores, Narrow fhores of flesh and fenfe, Picking fhells and pebbles thence: Or fhe fits at fancy's door, Calling fhapes and shadows to her, Foreign vifits ftill receiving, And t' herself a stranger living. Never, never would she buy Indian duft, or Tyrian dye,
Never trade abroad for more,
If her inward worth were known,
The Adventurous M US E.
URANIA takes her morning flight
With an inimitable wing:
Through rifing deluges of dawning light
She tunes immortal anthems to the growing day;
notes to fing.
She nor inquires, nor knows, nor fears
Where lie the pointed rocks, or where th' ingulphing
Climbing the liquid mountains of the skies
She meets defcending angels as the flies,
Or where the fea-marks ftand.
She fprings, unerring, upward to eternal day,
With bold and safe attempt, to the celestial land.
A French Critick.
An English mafter of muf.c.
Whilft little skiffs along the mortal hores
The fnail o'ertakes them in their wildest play,
Give me the chariot whofe diviner wheels
Mark their own rout, and unconfin'd
And lofe the clouds below, and leave the ftars behind,
Purfues an unattempted course,
Breaks all the criticks iron chains,
And bears to paradise the raptur'd mind.
There Milton dwells: The mortal fung
Surprize the wondering fenfe, and draw our fouls along.
The unapparent deep where waves of Chaos roar,
She trac'd a glorious path unknown,
Through fields of heavenly war, and feraphs overthrown,
Where his adventurous genius led : Sovereign the fram`d a model of her own,
Nor thank'd the living nor the dead.
The noble hater of degenerate rhyme
Shook off the chains, and built his verfe fublime,
A monument too high for coupled founds to climb.
Keeps his own air, and triumphs in unrival'd strains.
Immortal bard! Thus thy own Raphael fings,
All heaven fits filent, while to his fovereign ftrings
With graces infinite his untaught fingers rove
From every note devotion fprings.
Rapture, and harmony, and love,