But now Dan Phoebus gains the middle sky,
And Liberty unbars her prifon-door;
And like a rushing torrent out they fly,

And now the graffy cirque han cover'd o'er
With boift'rous revel-rout and wild uproar.

A thousand ways in wanton rings they run; Heaven fhield their fhort-liv'd paflimes, I implore! For well may Freedom, erft fo dearly won, Appear to British elf more glad fome than the fun.

Enjoy, poor imps! enjoy your fportive trade,
And chace gay flies, and cull the fairest flow'rs ;
For when my bones in grass-green fods are laid ;
For never may ye tafte more careless hours
In knightly caftles or in ladies bow'rs.

O vain, to feek delight in earthly things!
But most in courts, where proud Ambition tow'rs ;
Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can spring
Beneath the pompous dome of kefar or of king,

See in each fprite fome various bent appear!
Thefe rudely carol moft incondite lay;
Thofe faunt'ring on the green, with jocund leer,
Salute the ftranger pafling on his way;

Some builden fragile tenements of clay ;·

Some to the ftanding lake their courses bend, With pebbles fmooth, at duck and drake to play; Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend,

In paftry kings and queens th'allotted mite to spend.

Here,

Here, as each feafon yields a different store,
Each feafon's flores in order ranged been;
Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er,

Galling full fore th' unmonied wight, are feen;
And goofeb'rie, clad in liv'ry red or green :
And here of lovely dye the Cath'rine pear;
Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice I ween:

O may no wight e'er pennylefs come there,
Left, fmit with ardent love, he pine with hopeless care!
See cherries here, ere cherries yet abound,

With thread fo white in tempting pofies tied,
Scatt'ring like blooming maid their glances round,
With pamper'd look draw little eyes afide,
And must be bought, tho' penury betide;

The plum all azure, and the nut all brown ;
And here each feafon do thofe cakes abide,

Whofe honour'd names th' inventive city own, Rend'ring thro' Britain's ifle Salopia's praises known*. Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride

Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient wave,
Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils tried ;

Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings brave: Ah! midft the reft, may flow'rs adorn his grave Whofe art did first thefe dulcet cates difplay! A motive fair to Learning's imps he gave,

Who cheerlefs o'er her darkling region ftray, Till Reafon's morn arise, and light them on their way. ODE

*Shrewbury Cakes.

ODE TO WISDOM,

By Mifs CARTER,

HE folitary bird of night

THE

Thro' the pale fhades now wings his flight,

And quits the time-fhook tow'r,

Where, fhelter'd from the blaze of day,

In philophic gloom he lay,

Beneath his ivy bow'r.

With joy I hear the folemn found,

Which midnight echoes waft around,.

And fighing gales repeat:

Fav'rite of Pallas! I attend,

And, faithful to thy fummons, bend
At Wisdom's awful feat.

She loves the cool, the filent eve,
Where no false shows of life deceive,.

Beneath the lunar ray;

Here Folly drops each vain difguife,

Nor fports her gaily-colour'd dyes,
As in the glare of day.

O Pallas!'

O Pallas! queen of ev'ry art, "That glads the fenfe, or mends the heart,"

Bleft fource of purer joys;

In ev'ry form of beauty bright,
That captivates the mental fight
With pleasure and furprize;

To thy unfpotted shrine I bow,
Affift thy modeft fuppliant's vow,
That breathes no wild defires:
But, taught by thy unerring rules
To fhun the fruitless with of fools,
To nobler views afpires.

Not Fortune's gem, Ambition's plume,
Nor Cytherea's fading bloom,

Be objects of my pray'r,

Let av'rice, vanity, and pride,
Thefe glittering envied toys divide,
The dull rewards of care.

To me thy better gifts impart,
Each moral beauty of the heart,

By ftudious thought refin'd:

For wealth, the fmiles of glad content;
For pow'r, its ampleft, best extent,
An empire o'er my mind.

Whea

When Fortune drops her gay parade,
When pleasure's tranfient roses fade,

And wither in the tomb,

Unchang'd is thy immortal prize,
Thy ever-verdant laurels rife

In undecaying bloom.

By thee protected, I defy

The coxcomb's fneer, the ftupid lye

Of ignorance and spite;

Alike contemn the leaden fool,

And all the pointed ridicule

Of und fcerning wit.

From envy, hurry, noise, and ftrife,
The dull impertinence of life,

In thy retreat I reft;

Purfue thee to thy peaceful groves,
Where Plato's facred fpirit roves,
In all thy graces dreft.

He bid Illyffus' tuneful stream
Convey the philofophic theme

Of perfect, fair, and good:
Attentive Athens caught the found,
And all her lift'ning fons around

In awful filence flood.

Reclaim'd