Who died March 22, 1765, and was buried in St. Catharine's Church, London.

THOU, who within these hallow'd walls

ΤΗ

fhalt move,

Know that this ftone was fix'd by gen'rous love;
A husband's fondeft hopes beneath it reft,

A wife, in whom fair virtue ftood confeft ;
In whom sweet love, and mild compaffion join'd,
With each foft grace that decks the female mind
A wife who never gave her husband pain,

But when pale death had rank'd her with the flain
What foothing joys her goodness did impart,
Ah! read them in her partner's broken heart!
Think, in his grief, thou feeft her virtues rise,
And pity's ftreams fhall foon o'erflow thine eyes!

!

Το

To C L A RIN DA.

SOFT

MAY 20, 1768..

I.

OFT breathing o'er the velvet green,
Is felt the heart-reviving gale;

Gay Spring unfolds the blooming scene,
The budding grove and fcented vale.

II.

The orchard's fweets, the garden's flowers,
The brook that babbles thro' the plain,
The bladed lawns and bloffom'd bowers,
The wild notes of the feather'd train-

III.

In vain their matchlefs charms unite,

Poetic rapture to diffuse;

I view them with a calm delight,
But uninfpir'd remains the mufe.

IV.

Too dull I grow to fport in rhime,

foul

No rapt'rous warmth elates my No more the muse's hill I climb, Nor in bright fancy's chariot roll,

V.

The glories of the vernal year,
The luftre of the female form,
Could once awake the fprightly air,
And all my foul with tranfport warm.

VI.

But, now transform'd to hermit grave,
These radiant profpects languid feem,
I haunt no more the flow'ry cave,
Nor loll afide the plaintive ftream.

VII.

Th' enchanting pow'r of verfe no more
In fweet Elyfium wraps my heart;
O'er heaps of mufty profe I pore,
Forgetful of the Muse's art.

VIII.

What then can re-illume my breast,
And light the long neglected fire,
When Nature's landscape gaily drest,
Can fcarce a glowing thought infpire ?

IX. When

IX.

When e'en CLARINDA's winning charms,
But half excites the sprightly strain ;
Tho' form'd to raise love's foft alarms,
And rank'd in beauty's lucid train.

X.

Yet though these flatt'ring themes no more,
Allure the moral bard to stray,

Still fhall the Mufe a theme explore,
Deferving of her choicest lay.

XI.

Good-nature fhall new ftring the lyre,

Which marks CLARINDA for her own;

CLARINDA'S Beauty all admire,

I praise her for this charm alone.

THE

THE

MORNING INVITATION,

To Two YOUNG LADIES at the

GLOUCESTER SPRING.

I.

EQUESTER'D from the city's noise,
Its tumults and fantastic joys,

Fair nymphs and swains retire,

Where Delaware's far rolling tide,
Majestic winds by Glo'fter's fide,

Whofe fhades new joys infpire.

· H. *.

There innocence and mirth refort,
And round its banks the graces fport,

Young love, delight and joy;

Bright blushing health unlocks his fprings, grove around its fragrance flings,

Each

With sweets that never cloy.

III.

Soon as from out the orient main,
The fun afcends th' etherial plain,

Bepearling