WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
say, human Seraph! whence that charming force,
That flame, that soul which animates each line,
And how it runs with such a graceful case,
Loader with pond'rous sense!...-We are here told,
When life its narrow round of years hath rollid,
What 'tis employs the blessed, what makes their bliss;
Songs such as WATTS's are, and love like his. GROVE,
Sov'reign of Sacred Verse! accept the lays
of a young bard that dares attempt thy praise..---
No vulgar themes thy pious Muse engage,
No scenes of lust pollute thy sacred page:
You in majestic numbers mount the skies
And meet descending angels as you rise,
Whose just applauses charm the crowded groves,
And Addison thy tuneful song approves.
Soft harmony and manly vigour join
To form the beauties of each sprightly line,
Fur ev'ry grace of ev'ry Muse is thine.
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BOOKSELLER AND PRINTER TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS
THE PRINCESS OF WALES,