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Ο Ν HIS
WHILE o'er the cloth thy happy pencil ftrays,
And the pleas'd eye its artful courfe furveys,
Behold the magick power of shade and light!
Here tufted groves rife boldly to the sky,
Like founds remote that die in air away.
And Nature crowns the work, which Judgment guides.
Nor with lefs skill display'd by thee appear
Doubtful to chufe, and fearing still to err,
O N HER
HROUGH yielding waves the veffel swiftly
That bears Urania from our eager eyes;
Deaf to our call, the billows waft her o'er,
With speed obfequious to a diftant shore;
A prize more rich than Spain's whole fleets could boast
So from the fea when Venus rose serene, And by the nymphs and tritons first was seen, The watery world beheld, with pleas'd fuprize, O'er its wide wafte new tracks of light arise; The winds were hufh'd, the floods forgot to move, And nature own'd th' auspicious Queen of Love.
Henceforth no more the Cyprian isle be nam'd, Though for th' abode of that bright goddess fam'd; Jamaica's happier groves, conceal'd fo long Through ages past, are now the poets song. The Graces there, and Virtues fix their throne; Urania makes th' adopted land her own.
The Mufe, with her in thought transported, fees The opening scene, the bloomy plants and trees, By brighter fkies rais'd to a nobler birth, And fruits deny'd to Europe's colder earth. At her approach, like courtiers doubly gay
To grace the pomp of fome lov'd prince's day,
The gladden'd foil in all its plenty fhines,
New fpreads its branching palms, and new adorns its
With gifts prepares the fhining guest to meet,
pours its verdant offerings at her feet. As in the fields with pleasure she appears,
Smiles on the labourers, and their labours cheers,
The melons ripen, and the citrons blow,
Not Ceres' felf more bleffings could display,
Diffus'd ripe harvests through the teeming ground.
Mean while our drooping vales deferted mourn,
So when of late our fun was veil'd from fight
SUPPLEMENT AND CONCLUSION
Mr. MILTON's incomparable Poem, entitled, IL PENSEROSO, or THE PENSIVE MAN, was alfo writ by Mr. Hughes.
It seems neceflary to quote the eight foregoing lines for the right understanding of it.
ND may at last my weary age
Till life diffolving at the view,
I wake, and find those visions true!