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Tremble, and yonder Alp behold,
Where half dead nature gasps below,
Victim of everlasting cold,
Entomb'd alive in endless snow.
The northern side is horror all;
Against the southern Phoebus plays;
In vain th' innoxious glimm'rings fall,
The frost outlives, outshines the rays.
Yet consolation still I find;
And all from thee,
Supremely gracious Deity,
Corrector of the mind!

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For nature rarely form'd a soil
Where diligence subsistence wants:
Exert but care, nor spare the toil,
And all beyond, th' Almighty grants.
Each earth at length to culture yields,
Each earth its own manure contains:
Thus the Corycian nurst his fields,
Heav'n gave th' increase, and he the pains.
Th' industrious peace and plenty find;
All due to thee,

Supremely gracious Deity,
Composer of the mind!

Scipio sought virtue in his prime,
And, having early gain'd the prize,
Stole from th' ungrateful world in time,
Contented to be low and wise!

He serv'd the state with zeal and force,
And then with dignity retir'd;
Dismounting from th' unruly horse,
To rule himself, as sense requir❜d.
Without a sigh, he pow'r resign'd.-
All, all from thee,

Supremely gracious Deity,
Corrector of the mind!

When Dioclesian sought repose,

devour:

Cloy'd and fatigu'd with nauseous pow'r,
He left his empire to his foes,
For fools t' admire, and rogues
Rich in his poverty, he bought
Retirement's innocence and health,
With his own hands the monarch wrought,
And chang'd a throne for Ceres' wealth.
Toil sooth'd his cares, his blood refin❜d-
And all from thee,

Supremely gracious Deity,
Composer of the mind!

He, who had rul'd the world, exchang'd
His sceptre for the peasant's spade,
Postponing (as through groves he rang'd)
Court splendour to the rural shade.
Child of his hand, th' engrafted thorn
More than the victor laurel pleas'd:
Heart's-ease, and meadow-sweet, adorn
The brow, from civic garlands eas'd.

Fortune, however
All, all from thee,
Supremely gracious Deity,
Corrector of the mind!

poor,

was kind.

Thus Charles, with justice styl'd the great
For valour, piety, and laws;
Resign'd two empires to retreat,
And from a throne to shades withdraws;
In vain (to sooth a monarch's pride)

His yoke the willing Persian bore:

In vain the Saracen complied,

And fierce Northumbrians stain'd with gore. One Gallic farm his cares confin'd;

And all from thee,

Supremely gracious Deity,
Composer of the mind!

Observant of th' almighty will,

Prescient in faith, and pleas'd with toil,
Abram Chaldea left, to till

The moss-grown Haran's flinty soil:
Hydras of thorns absorb'd his gain,
The commonwealth of weeds rebell'd,
But labour tam'd th' ungrateful plain,
And famine was by art repell'd;
Patience made churlish nature kind.-
All, all from thee,

Supremely gracious Deity,
Corrector of the mind!

ANONYMOUS.

FROM THE ANNUAL REGISTER FOR 1774.

VERSES.

Copied from the window of an obscure lodging-house, in the neighbourhood of London.

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STRANGER! Whoe'er thou art, whose restless mind, Like me within these walls is cribb'd, confined; Learn how each want that heaves our mutual sigh A woman's soft solicitudes supply.

From her white breast retreat all rude alarms,
Or fly the magic circle of her arms;
While souls exchanged alternate grace acquire,
And passions catch from passions glorious fire:
What though to deck this roof no arts combine,
Such forms as rival every fair but mine;
No nodding plumes, our humble couch above,
Proclaim each triumph of unbounded love;
No silver lamp with sculptur'd Cupids gay,
O'er yielding beauty pours its midnight ray;
Yet Fanny's charms could Time's slow flight beguile,
Soothe every care, and make each dungeon smile:
In her, what kings, what saints have wish'd, is given,
Her heart is empire, and her love is heaven.

EDWARD LOVIBOND.
BORN - DIED 1775.

EDWARD LOVIBOND was a gentleman of fortune, who lived at Hampton, in Middlesex, where he chiefly amused himself with the occupations of rural economy. According to the information of Mr. Chalmers, he was a director of the East India Company. He assisted Moore in his periodical paper called the "World," to which he contributed "The Tears of Old May-Day," and four other papers.

THE TEARS OF OLD MAY-DAY.

WRITTEN ON THE REFORMATION OF THE CALENDAR.

LED by the jocund train of vernal hours

And vernal airs, up rose the gentle May; Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the flow'rs That sprung spontaneous in her genial ray.

Her locks with heaven's ambrosial dews were bright, And am'rous zephyrs flutter'd on her breast: With ev'ry shifting gleam of morning light,

The colours shifted of her rainbow vest.

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