That clos'd his sparkling eye?
Thus roses oft, by early doom,

Robb'd of their blush and sweet perfume,
Grow pale, recline, and die.

Nor falient pulfe, nor vital flame,

A mother's hopes restore :

In vain keen anguish tears her breast,

By ev'ry tender mark exprest,

He lives, he fmiles no more!

VI.

Such is the fate of human kind;

The fairest form, the brightest mind,

: Can no exemption know:

The mighty mandate of the sky,

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"That man when born begins to die,"

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Extends to all below,

VII.

In vain a mother's pray'rs afcend,
Should nature to her forrows lend

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The native voice of smart;

In vain would plaints their force effay

To hold precarious life one day,

Or fate's dread hand avert.

VIII.

Fix'd as the rock that braves the main,
Fix'd as the poles that all sustain,

Its purpose stands secure :

The humbled Hynd who toils for bread,

The fceptred hand, the laurel'd head,

Alike confefs its pow'r.

IX.

Since time began, the stream of woes

Along its rapid current flows;

Still fwells the groan profound: While age, re-echoing still to age, Tranfmits the annals of its rage,

And points the recent wound,

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When human hopes fublimeft tow'r,

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Then, wanton in th' excefs of pow'r,

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At length to life and joy return;

Man was not deftin'd ftill to mourn,

A prey to endless pain ;

Heav'n's various hand, the heart to form,

With blifs and anguish, calm and storm,

Diverfifies the scene:

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XII.

But hides with care from human

eyes,

What blifs beyond this profpect lies!

Left we, with life oppreft,

Should grieve its burden to endure,

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And, with excurfion premature,

Purfue eternal rest,

XIII.

From difappointment, grief, and care,
From ev'ry pang of fharp defpair,

Thy charmer wings his way;UERT75 And, while new fcenes his bofom hire, IT He learns to strike the golden lyre,

And heav'n refounds his lay.

XIV.

Lo! where his facred reliques lie,

Immortal guardians from the fky
Their filver wings display;

Till, bright emerging from the tomb,
They rife to heav'n, their deftin'd home,

And hail eternal day.

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An ODE.

Written when Sick.

Prime of life! O taste of joy!

Whither fo early do

you fly?

Scarce half your tranfient fweetness known,

Why are you vanish'd ere full-blown gli

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-THE beauteous progeny of springde vir ş That tinge the zephyr's fragrant wing,andw. BRA Each tender bloom, each fhort-liv'd flowry of Still flourish till their deftin'd hour : Your winter too, too foon will come, And chill in death your vernal bloom.

ON my wan cheek the colour dies, Suffus'd and languid roll mine eyes; Cold harrors thrill each fick'ning vein; Deed broken fighs my bofom ftrain;

MR

Rofy cheeks, and sparkling eyes;

In whofe train, for ever gay,

Smiling Loves and Graces play;

IF