"But now, to my forfaken track,

Fair Egremont has brought you back: "Nor blush, by her and Virtue led, "That foft, that pleafing path, to tread; "For there, beneath to-morrow's ray, "Ev'n Wisdom's felf fhall deign to play. Lo! to my flowery groves and fprings "Her favourite fon the goddefs brings, The council's and the fenate's guide, Law's oracle, the nation's pride: He comes, he joys with thee to join, In finging Wyndham's charms divine: To thine he adds his nobler lays;

"Ev'n thee, my friend, he deigus to praise. Enjoy that praife, nor envy Pitt

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"His fame with burgess or with cit; "For fure one line from fuch a Bard, "Virtue would think her best reward."

HYMEN TO ELIZA.

MADAM, before your feet I lay

'This ode upon your wedding-day,

The first indeed I ever made,
For writing Odes is not my trade:
My head is full of household cares,
And neceffary dull affairs;
Befides that fometimes jealous frumps
Will put me into doleful dumps.

And then no clown beneath the sky
Was e'er more ungallant than I;
For you alone I now think fit

To turn a poet and a wit—

For you

whose charms, I know not how,

Have power to smooth my

wrinkled brow,

And make me, though by nature ftupid,

As brisk, and as alert, as Cupid.
These obligations to repay,
Whene'er your happy nuptial day
Shall with the circling years return,
For you my torch shall brighter burn
Than when you firft my power ador'd,
Nor will I call myself your lord,
But am, (as witnefs this my hand)
Your humble fervant at command.

HYMEN

Dear child let Hymen not beguile
You, who are fuch a judge of ftyle,
To think that he these verses made,
Without an abler penman's aid;
Obferve them well, you'll plainly see,
That every line was writ by me.

CUPID.

ON

ΟΝ

READING

MISS CARTER'S POEMS

SUCH

IN MANUSCRIPT.

UCH were the notes that ftruck the wondering ear Of filent Night, when, on the verdant banks Of Siloe's hallow'd brook, celestial harps, According to feraphic voices, fung

Glory to God on high, and on the earth

Peace and good-will to men !-Resume the lyre,
Chauntress divine, and every Briton call
Its melody to hear-fo fhall thy ftrains,.
More powerful than the fong of Orpheus, tame
The favage heart of brutal Vice, and bend
At pure Religion's fhrine the ftubborn knees
Of bold Impiety.-Greece shall no more
Of Lesbian Sappho boast, whose wanton Muse,
Like a falfe Syren, while fhe charm'd, feduc'd
To guilt and ruin. For the facred head

Of Britain's poetes,

the Virtues twine

A nobler wreath, by them from Eden's grove
Unfading gather'd, and direct the hand
Of to fix it on her brows

MOUNT

MOUNT EDGECUMBE

THE Gods, on thrones celestial feated,
By Jove with bowls of nectar heated,

All on Mount Edgecumbe turn'd their eyes;
"That place is mine," great Neptune cries:
"Behold! how proud o'er all the main
"Those stately turrets seem to reign!
"No views fo grand on earth you see!
"The master too belongs to me:
"I grant him my domain to share,

I bid his hand my trident bear.”

"The fea is yours, but mine the land,” Pallas replies;" by me were plann'd

Those towers, that hofpital, thofe docks, "That fort, which crowns thofe ifland rocks: "The lady too is of my choir,

I taught her hand to touch the lyre; "With every charm her mind I grac'd, "I gave her prudence, knowledge, tafte.” "Hold, madam," interrupted Venus, The lady must be shar'd between us: "And furely mine is yonder grove, "So fine, fo dark, fo fit for love; "Trees, fuch as in th' Idalian glade, "Or Cyprian lawn, my palace fhade." Then Oreads, Dryads, Naiads, came; Each Nymph alledg'd her lawful claim.

But

But Jove, to finish the debate,

Thus spoke, and what he speaks is fate :
"Nor god nor goddess, great or small,
"That dwelling his or hers may call;
"I made Mount Edgecumbe for you all."

INVITATION.

TO THE DOWAGER DUCHESS D'AIGUILLON.

WHEN Peace fhall, on her downy wing,
To France and England Friendship bring,

Come, Aiguillon, and here receive
That homage we delight to give
To foreign talents, foreign charms,
To worth which Envy's felf difarms
Of jealous hatred: Come and love
That nation which you now approve.
So fhall by France amends be made
(If fuch a debt can e'er be paid)

For having with feducing art

From Britain ftol'n her Hervey's heart.

TO COLONEL DRUMGOLD.

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DRUMGOLD, whose ancestors from Albion's

fhore

Their conquering ftandards to Hibernia bore,
Though now thy valour, to thy country loft,
Shines in the foremost ranks of Gallia's host,