And hark! the numbers roll along, Thus as the varying accents flow, Each paffion feels th' accordant found- AN AN EPISTLE TO MIRA. OW flow to him who feels the smart of love Time's leaden hours to sweet poffeffion move! His wing'd defires aut-ftrip each tardy morn; Eager he cries- long-wifh'd for day be born, When to my heart soft vows fhall Mira tie, And love's own laws the priest shall fanctify! Dull lingering days revolve, and nights fucceed, And still on love's fond dreams I hapless feed. The throbs of paffion, and the heart-felt pain, The hope far diftant, and the longing vain ; The figh unfeigned, the bofom's troublous fwellAh! what are thefe ?- fay lovers, ye can tell! What fhall divide the pair whom love hath join'd, And heaven hath form'd with fympathy of mind? Shall grov❜ling fortune bafely interpofe, Το part those hearts where mutual paffion glows? Forbid it love! For raiment, house and food, These brows fhall be with honest sweat bedew'd. Early each morn I'll wake the cherub health, And cheerful industry's best prize is wealth; We'll We'll bound our wishes in a temp'rate round, Oh then my Mira, love-infpiring fair, Shall fire my panting foul with love's alarms; * But to the world no bugbear is fo great, POPE. Can with thy lover feel unfeign'd defire, AN A N ORATION ON SCIE N C E. Spoken at a Performance of SOLEMN MUSIC and ORATORY, in the Hall of the College of PHILA DELPHIA. N Wifdom's lore the tender mind to frame, The youthful breaft to fire with virtue's flame, The thoughts to raife, the paffions to control, And plant each godlike purpofe in the foul; To SCIENCE this illuftrious field's affign'd, To beam the rays of knowledge o'er mankind; For this were plan'd the noble laws of art, T' unfold the embrio powers of the heart; To guide each movement to its native goal, And fean the fyftems of this mighty whole ! |