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There may the weeping morn its tribute bring,
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Esq; L. L. D.
Occasioned by bearing him play on the HARMONICA.
N grateful wonder loft, long had we view'd
Each gen'rous a¿t thy patriot-soul pursu'd ;
In thee those various virtues are combin'd,
What wonder struck us when we did survey
* Alluding to his noble discovery of the use of Pointed Rods of metal for saving houses from damage by lightning.
Blest use of art! apply'd to serve mankind, The noble province of the sapient mind! For this the foul's best faculties were giv'n, To trace great nature's laws from earth to heav'n!
Yet not these themes alone thy thoughts com
1 mand, Each softer science owns thy fostering hand ; Aided by thee, Urania's heav'nly art, With finer raptures charms the feeling heart; Th’ Harmonica shall join the sacred choir, Fresh transports kindle, and new joys inspire-
Hark! the soft warblings, founding smooth and
ON THE ÆOLIAN HARP.
WEET Zephyr leave th' enamel'd plain,
And hither wave thy gentle wing; Would'st thou out-rival Orpheus' strain,
O hafte and touch this trembling string.
The balmiy-breathing power obeys,-'Tis his
my slender harp to claim ; He comes, and o'er its bosom plays,
And rapture wakes the sender frame !
The tender, melting notes of love,
The foul in soothing murmurs steal Low as the languor-breathing dove,
That, lonesome, coos her plaintive tale.
Hark! what sounds of pleasing pain,
Deep as some bleeding lovers lay, Sad as the cygnet's moving strain,
When on the shore she dies away,
A nobler gale now sweeps the wire,
The hollow frame responsive rings, Loud as when angels strike the lyre,
Sweet as the heav'nly chorus sings.