Oppreffion mock'd its faint effay,
And Bondage barr'd her iron door.

Can Mufic foothe the deafned ear?
Will Hope's gay dream repel the tide ?
Will Pray'r recal the diftant year?
Or Pity touch the heart of Pride?

To fofter chains at laft confign'd,
'Twas joy to please the liftening fair;
I fought no more to mount the wind,
But paid with fongs their tender care.

No more a prey to vain defire,

I fcorn'd the tenants of the wood
Hopp'd gaily round the circling wire,
And peck'd the hand that lent my

food.

But, Death!-abrupt along the gale,
Dy'd on the ear the distant moan;
The Mourner fought the filent vale,
Lurk'd in the shade, and wail'd alone.

AN EVENING PIECE*.

NOW

OW o'er the western fkies, defcending Eve Spread her grey robe, the folitary Hour To Silence facred and deep-mufing Thought Came fweetly ferious on the balmy gale, And ftole the ear of Wisdom :—all was still, Save where flow-trilling from the mantling bough Night's plaintive warbler, to the echoing vale Pour'd her love-labour'd note: mellifluous lay! Sweet as the voice of Mufic, when the calls The fluttering Zephirs to expand their wings, And breathe it to the foul. The melting strains Thus foothed by throbbing bofom to a calm.

LED by revolving thought, my wandering steps Explored the vale of Solitude, retired Like that where Ancient Druids liv'd remote Converfing with the moon;-and airy shapes (So Fame reports) beneath the wan dim ray Sweep fhadowy o'er the dufky lawn, or foar High on the streamy flame, or ride the winds, Or hear the murmuring flood, when Darkness wraps Her cloudy curtain round the world, and Fear

Knocks

• Thefe verfes form a part of the introduction of an Allegorical Poem not yet publifel.

Knocks at the heart of man.

Such is the haunt

grove;

Of fairy trains, when filver tips the
That on the lily's ruffling bells difport,
Or hear the wild whistle, or repofed.
Lie on the daify's downy lap, or fpring,
Light as the glancing beam, from flower to flower,
And fuck the powdering of a cowflip's eye,

And drink the pearly dew.-Thro' this lone shade
Wrapt deep in thought that pain'd at once and charm'd,
I rov'd with devious step; nor heard the rill
That murmur'd fweet, nor liften'd to the gale
That kifs'd the bending thyme, and from its wings
Shook all Arabia's fragrance thro' the air.

I GAZED in awful filence on the fcene Fann'd with the breath of dewy-finger'd Eve; And felt the stream of deep delightful thought Come full and copious on my fwelling foul

That thrill'd in every nerve.-"

"Hail, Ye lone fhades,"

(I thus began) "Ye woods, and streams, and groves "Where Beauty loves to fport! where meek-eyed

Peace

"Diffolves on flowers luxuriant; where the foot

"Of Quiet prints the devious wild; where Love "And Pleasure leaning on the hand of Hope Fledge their celeftial wings, and eye the fkies.

"O mid yon murmuring wood at ease reclined,
"Where Nature hears the wildly-warbling lay
"Of Night's lone bird; how fweet to fit retired!
"To feel th' enlivening wifh, to mount the foul
"Elate on Fancy's beamy wing; to pour

Quick thro' the feeling heart th'infpiring lay, "That finely vibrates on the fprings of thought, "And wakes the mental harmony; the smile "Of calm Content, when tuned to perfect ease, "Sulfides the Difcord of the fettling mind, "And Reafon whispers peace;-o'er the broad scene "To glance a wondering eye, and mark the Cause

Whence fprung this beauteous off-fpring, to adore "The hand that shaped Creation, and from night "Call'd new-born Beauty, like the glittering beam "That gilds yon fhadowy cloud; combining all "The schemes of Wisdom to the glorious end "Of General Good (tho' Judgment's purblind eye "Darts o'er the varied maze her glance in vain) "That Virtue, Wisdom, Happiness may rife "From the long beauteous chain resulting fair, "And pour their treasures on the fons of Men."

Το

To Mifs ------- With a FLower.

ELIA, mark that blowing rofe,

D How the lovely bloffom glows!

Spread in yon reclining vale

Its odours fcent the breathing gale;
Such thy Youth's delightful bloom,
Thy lips diffufe fuch fine perfume.
Mark that lily's milky white,
See its glowing charms unite!
[How they languish o'er the stream,
Pure as Heaven's ethereal beam!

Such where the blue veins finely glow,
Thy hand unftain'd as driven fnow;
Such thy life to trial brought,
Such the whiteness of thy thought;
Yet the flower that decks the mead
Soon will droop its tender head:
Soon, when nipping frofts invade,
All its glittering dyes will fade;
Till its leaves in fwift decay
Scent fome gale, and breathe away.
So when Time, relentless Foe!
Strows his wrinkles on thy brow,

Gloomy