Bepearling ev'ry lawn,; Wild warbling wood-notes float around, IV. Now Celia with thy Cloe rife, V. Whether along the velvet green, The fair incline to ftray; Where lofty trees o'erfhade the wave, VI. There lovely views the * river crown, Where Cloe and fair Celia's charms, Fill many a youth with love's alarms, * Delaware. + Philadelphia. VII. Or Immur'd in darkfome fhade; Around whose fides | magnolias' bloom, VIII. These are Aurora's rural fweets Fresh dew-drops, flowers and green retreats, Rife then and greet the new-born day, And Nature's pleasures share. So fhall gay With blushes fweeter than the morn, And fresh as early day; And then, that Glo'fter is the place, The world around shall say. The chalybeate fpring near Gloucefter. This beautiful tree is one of the greatest ornaments of the American woods, of which it is a TIME! ftill urging to eternity, In thy deep womb the world's vaft actions lie Thy hours still whirl us on in full career, Kings, empires, thrones and nations fade away, And others ftill fucceed as they decay; Fair peace and horrid war ftill rule by turns, What then avails t' invoke the facred Nine, Or humbly bend us at the Muse's shrine, When we, together with our loftiest rhime, Shrink to oblivion, at one blaft of Time? And icy fetters bound each filver rill Old Night her raven mantle cast around, The The full orb'd moon a pallid lustre shed, And o'er each scene a livelier horror spread. 'Twas then afide the frozen Delaware, (To the bleak north, her bofom, heaving, bare) Revolving various troubles in her mind, Fair Pennsylvania's genius fad reclin'd, Her olive crown, fcarce cleans'd from reeking gore, Thus, as she rested on a bank of fnow, Breathing deep fighs, and loft in fpeechless woe; Sudden, a folemn murmur fill'd the air, And rous'd the Goddess from her trance of care. |