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HE fable queen of shades retires,
Encircled with her fading fires ;
Go, melancholy goddess; go,
'Tis time; the cock's Thrill clarion calls
And bids the phantoms disappear,
They startle at the found,
For, lo! in heav'n's ambrosial bow'rs,
Wak'd by the stationary hours,
How Nature triumphs at the fight,
Her fragrant groves their incense yield;
The sweetness of melliAuous dews;
Here, gilt with splendid rays,
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The silver radiance chears the feather'd throng, Woods, hills, and dales, re-echo with their song.
Thus, like the morn, will faireft Freedom come,
In inaje ly divine,
Arile, O Liberty! 'tis thine,
The charms of Nature to refine; With blooming hope and harmony to please, To crown with plenty, and to bless with ease; To light up awful Virtue's living ray, And pour the flood of intellectual day,
Place me in Africk's desart lands,
Soon shall the wild, more polish'd grown,
Sage Industry shall dig the well
While lowing herds, and bleating sheep,
Soon shall the mantling vine
That seep beneath the cistant lake,
Place me beneath the gelid zoné,
Near winter's adamantine throne, Where farthest ocean foams with icy roar; Along the bleak, inhospitable shore :
If Freedom to the smoky dome
With fur-cloath'd mortals deign to roam;
For Property will there appear;
Pursue the panting prey;
Where hanging torrents shine below;
Come then, Celestial, let thy with'd return
This happier clime serene ;
Heartless we view the splendid scene
Of turrets, and the painted green;
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR ACQUAINTANCE, WHICH
COMMENCED AT QUEBEC, OCTOBER 7, 1768.
Othee, my Digby, I devote my lay;
To thee, or Friendship, equal would I fing:
Shall ne'er forget to touch th' harmonious string.
This day, for ever sacred, ever dear!
This day did Heav'n it's faireft boon bestow A Friend !--Thy gracious kindness 1 revere,
And thank thee for the gift, in weal or woe!
In weal or woe, how sure hath been it's aid;
My cares how soften'd, how my joys improv'd! To foothe each murm’ring thought, how oft effay'd;
When itern Misfortune frown’d, it's frown remov'd.
How form'd thy gentle bosom to controul
Each growing tempeft of th' impaffion'd breaft! How oft it's influence on my mind hath stole,
And hulh'd the raging tumults into rest!
Though many years have roll'd their periods round,
And a vait ocean parts us from the scene
Anů beft affections hail'd her for their queen:
Yet Memory, ever faithful to our love,
With her soft hand hath drawn each rifing view ; The scenes which tendereft Friendship muft approve,
Her traits still give in ev'ry picture true.
Recording Time, turn o'er each page with care,
Our history since that period first begun; When each affection claim’d'an equal thare,
And sympathetick friendship made them one.
On each fair page our friendship stands fecure,
No change, no chance, but proves it's potent power ; Each growing period glows with love more pure,
And faith still firmer each advancing hour.
Through ev'ry varying scene which time hath given,
Her bright'ning influence beam'd it's rays around; From the pain'd breast each throbbing care hath driven,
And chac'd defpair when lost in thought profound.
O Carter! could I reach thy polish'd verse,
On this delightful theme how sweet the lays !
To speak her truth and love in warmest praise.
Her well form'd mind, by Wisdom's influence bless'd,
Where mild Religion bears an equal part; Where calm Experience foothes our cares to reft,
And virtues prove the goodness of her heart.
Her heart with tenderest sentiments doth glow,
And Sympathy's endearing powers are there, To feel for others in their joy or woe,
And from the weeping eye to wipe the tear.
How bless’d to know this gentle bosom mine,
By those soft ties which tenderest friendships prove! Through all my mind the accents breathe divine,
And harmonize the passions into love.
Hail, facred Friendship! hail, thou beft-lov'd name!
future days; Since Truth and Time have fanctify'd the flame,
Can I do less than live to speak thy praise ?