There may the weeping morn its tribute bring, то BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Esq; L. L. D. Occafioned by bearing him play on the HARMONICA. IN N grateful wonder loft, long had we view'd In thee those various virtues are combin'd, What wonder ftruck us when we did furvey The lambent lightnings innocently play, And down thy * rods beheld the dreaded fire In a swift flame descend—and then expire ; While the red thunders, roaring loud around, Burft the black clouds, and harmless fmite the ground. * Alluding to his noble discovery of the use of Pointed Rods of metal for faving houfes from damage by lightning. Bleft Bleft ufe of art! apply'd to ferve mankind, For this the foul's beft faculties were giv❜n, Yet not these themes alone thy thoughts com mand, Each fofter fcience owns thy foftering hand; Hark! the foft warblings, founding smooth and clear, Strike with celeftial ravishment the ear, ΟΝ ON THE EOLIAN HARP. Sw 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 ftring. The balmy-breathing power obeys, 'Tis his my flender harp to claim; He comes, and o'er its bofom plays, And rapture wakes the slender frame! The tender, melting notes of love, Hark! what founds of pleafing pain, A nobler gale now fweeps the wire, The hollow frame refponfive rings, Loud as when angels ftrike the lyre, Sweet as the heav'nly chorus fings. And |