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IMAGE OF PLEASURE.
IN IMITATION OF
AN ODE IN CASIMIRE.
OLACE of life, my fweet companion lyre! On this fair poplar bough I'll hang thee high, While the gay fields all soft delights inspire, And not one cloud deforms the smiling sky.
While whispering gales, that court the leaves and flowers,
Play through thy ftrings, and gently make them found, Luxurious I'll diffolve the flowing hours
In balmy flumbers on the carpet ground.
But fee-what sudden gloom obfcures the air!
AT ASTE D.
E Mufes, that frequent thefe walks and shades,
Which Howard's happy genius chose;
Where, taught by you, his Lyre he ftrung,
O fay, ye kind inspiring powers!
Begin, and Echo fhall the fong repeat;
Beneath this spreading elm I lie,
And view the yellow harveft far around,
The neighbouring fields with plenty crown'd, And over head a fair unclouded sky.
The wood, the park's romantic scene,
Hark !—the kind inspiring powers
They join their choral voices all,
And chufe to footh thee with a sweeter strain ;
When, firft defcending from her parent skies,
Love faw the fires that darted from her eyes,
Say, beauteous Afted! has thy honour'd fhade
Ye nymphs and sylvan deities, confefs
For if the lovely maid was here,
He clothe the meads, though his delicious fhowers,
April himself, or brighter May,
Never made your grove so gay,
Whatever rural feat fhe now doth grace,
With her he keeps his court, and where the lives he reigns.
A thousand bright attendants more
There circling Pleasure ever flows:
And sparkling Mirth, that never looks so bright, As when it lightens in Molinda's smile.
Thither, ye guardian powers (if such there are,
To watch o'er human-kind with friendly care,)
If goodness like your own can move
To blaft those beauties in their bloom.
With clouds of grief, or fhowers of melting tears;
With every shape of woe, be driven away
Let Peace o'er her his dovelike wings display,