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THE REV. MR. NEWTON,

AN INVITATION INTO THE COUNTRY.

THE swallows in their torpid state
Compose their useless wing,
And bees in hives as idly wait
The call of early Spring.

The keenest frost that binds the stream,
The wildest wind that blows,
Are neither felt nor fear'd by them,
Secure of their repose.

But man, all feeling and awake,

The gloomy scene surveys;

With present ills his heart must ache,
And pant for brighter days.

Old Winter, halting o'er the mead,
Bids me and Mary mourn;
But lovely Spring peeps o'er his head,
And whispers your return.

Then April, with her sister May,
Shall chase him from the bowers,
And weave fresh garlands every day,
To crown the smiling hours.

And if a tear, that speaks regret
Of happier times, appear,

A glimpse of joy, that we have met,
Shall shine, and dry the tear.

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TO THE

REV. MR. NEWTON,

ON HIS RETURN FROM RAMSGATE.-OCTOBER, 1780.
THAT Ocean you have late survey'd,
Those rocks I too have seen,
But I afflicted and dismay'd,
You tranquil and serene.

You from the flood-controling steep,
Saw stretch'd before your view,
With conscious joy, the threatening deep,.
No longer such to you.

To me, the waves that ceaseless broke
Upon the dangerous coast,
Hoarsely and ominously spoke

Of all my treasure lost.

Your sea of troubles you

have pass'd,

And found the peaceful shore;

I, tempest-toss'd, and wreck'd at last,
Come home to port no more.

TO THE

REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN.

UNWIN, I should but ill

repay

The kindness of a friend,

Whose worth deserves as warm a lay

As ever Friendship penn'd,

Thy name omitted in a page,

That would reclaim a vicious age.

A union form'd as mine with thee,

Not rashly nor in sport,

May be as fervent in degree,
And faithful in its sort,

And may as rich in comfort prove,
As that of true fraternal love.

The bud inserted in the rind,
The bud of peach or rose,
Adorns, though differing in its kind,
The stock whereon it grows,
With flower as sweet, or fruit as fair,
As if produced by Nature there.

Not rich, I render what I may,
I seize thy name in haste,
And place it in this first essay,

Lest this should prove the last.
"Tis where it should be-in a plan
That holds in view the good of man.

The poet's lyre, to fix his fame,
Should be the poet's heart;
Affection lights a brighter flame
Than ever blazed by art.
No Muses on these lines attend,
I sink the poet in the friend.

TO A YOUNG FRIEND,

ON HIS ARRIVING AT CAMBRIDGE WET, WHEN NO RAIN HAD FALLEN THERE.-1793.

IF Gideon's fleece, which drench'd with dew he found,

While moisture none refresh'd the herbs around, Might fitly represent the Church, endow'd

With heavenly gifts, to Heathens not allow'd;

260 ON LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY.
In pledge, perhaps, of favours from on high,
Thy locks were wet when others' locks were dry.
Heaven grant us half the omen-may we see
Not drought on others, but much dew on thee!

ON

THE BURNING

OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS.

By the Mob, in the Month of June, 1780.

So then the Vandals of our isle,
Sworn foes to sense and law,
Have burn'd to dust a nobler pile
Than ever Roman saw!

And Murray sighs o'er Pope and Swift,
And many a treasure more,
The well judged purchase and the gift,
That graced his letter'd store.

Their pages mangled, burn'd, and torn,
The loss was his alone;
But ages yet to come shall mourn
The burning of his own.

ON THE SAME.

WHEN Wit and Genius meet their doom
In all-devouring flame,

They tell us of the fate of Rome,

And bid us fear the same.

O'er Murray's loss the Muses wept,
They felt the rude alarm,

Yet bless'd the guardian care that kept
His sacred head from harm.

There Memory, like the bee that's fed
From Flora's balmy store,
The quintessence of all he read
Had treasured up before.

The lawless herd, with fury blind,
Have done him cruel wrong;
The flowers are gone-but still we find
The honey on his tongue.

ON THE PROMOTION OF

EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.

ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,

Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,
And Genius shed his rays.

See! with united wonder cried
The experienced and the sage,
Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age!

Discernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway
The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.

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