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To what new clime, what distant sky,
Forsaken, friendless, shall ye fly?'
And Athens rising near the pole !
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry state !
CHORUS of Youths and Virgins.
OrTyrant Love ! halt thou pofleft
The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast ?
Which Nature has imprest?
15 And sterner Caffius melts at sunia's eyes.
What is loose love?-a-transient gust,
20 But Hymen's kinder flames unite;
And burn for ever one ;
Productive as the Sun.
SEMICHORUS. Oh source of ev'ry social tye,
25 United wish, and mutual joy!
What various joys on one attend,
Whether his hoary fire he sfies,
What home-felt raptures move?
Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine:
Sacred Hymen! these are thine,
ODE on SOLITUDE*
APPY the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire,
6 Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years Nide foft away, In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; ftudy' and ease,
Together mixt; sweet recreation; And innocence, which most does please
Thus unlamented let me die,
Tell where I lie.
• This was a very early production of our Author, written at about twelve years old. P.
The dying Christian to his SOU L.
O DE *
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Steals my senses, inuts my fight,
* This ode was written in imitation of the famous fonnet of Hadrian to his departing foul ; but as much superior in sense and sublimity to his original, as the Chriftian Religion is to the Pagan.