Which innocence, and truth imparts, A thousand fhapes you wear with ease, face! Then, foft-divided, you affume A thousand shapes you wear with ease, } 'Thine Thine is th' unbounded breath of morn, Juft as the dew-bent rofe is born; Oh, let me pierce thy fecret cell! An An O DE Ο Ν EOLUS's HAR P.* By the Same. I. Æ Therial race, inhabitants of air! Who hymn your God amid the secret grove; Ye unfeen beings to my harp repair, And raise majestic strains, or melt in love. II. Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid! With what soft woe they thrill the lover's heart! Sure from the hand of fome unhappy maid Who dy'd of love, these sweet complainings part. • Æolus's harp is a mufical inftrument, which plays with the wind, invented by Mr. Ofwald; its properties are fully described in the Castle of Indolence. III. But III. But hark! that ftrain was of a graver tone, On the deep strings his hand fome hermit throws Or he the facred Bard!* who fat alone, In the drear waste, and wept his people's woes. IV. Such was the fong which Zion's children fung, Angelic harps, to footh a dying faint. V. Methinks I hear the full celestial choir, Thro' heaven's high dome their aweful anthem raise; Now chanting clear, and now they all conspire To fwell the lofty hymn, from praise to praise. VI. Let me, ye wand'ring fpirits of the wind, Who as wild Fancy prompts you touch the string, Smit with your theme, be in your chorus join'd, For 'till you ceafe, my Mufe forgets to fing. * Jeremiah. On On the Report of a WOODEN BRIDGE to be BY built at Westminster. By the Same. Y Rufus' hall, where Thames polluted flows, And thus exclaim'd, "Have I, ye British swains, "Have I, for ages, lav'd your fertile plains? "Have I, ye merchants, with each fwelling tide, "Lent you the fruit of every nation's toil? 66 Made every climate your's, and every foil? "Yet pilfer'd from the poor, by gaming base, "Yet must a Wooden Bridge my waves difgrace? "Tell not to foreign ftreams the shameful tale, "And be it publish'd in no Gallic vale." Hé faid; and plunging to his crystal dome, White o'er his head the circling waters foam. The |