TO THE Hon. WILMOT VAUGHAN, Efq; in WALES. By the Same. E distant realms that hold my friend YE Beneath a cold ungenial sky, Where lab'ring groves with weight of vapours bend, Or raving winds o'er barren mountains fly; Restore him quick to London's focial clime, Be fwift, ye lazy fteeds of Time, Ye moments, all your fpeed employ. Pale funs with fainter glory fhine, Dark gathering tempefts blacken in the fkies, To court disease in Winter's baleful reign, While rocks repel the roaring main, While While horror fills the region vaft, Rheumatic tortures Eurus brings, Pregnant with agues flies the northern blast, And clouds drop quartans from their flagging wings. Where Druids old fepulchred lie; Or up cold Snowden's craggy fummits toil, When Jove deforms the blafted year, The town expects thee. Hark, around, Through every street of gay resort, New chariots rattle with awak'ning found, And crowd the levees, and befiege the court. Now feats their abfent lords deplore, And young coquettes in arms appear; The toils of study sweeter grow, As varying seasons recommend the earth, AN WHILE born to bring the Muse's happier days, A patriot's hand protects a poet's lays : While nurs❜d by you fhe fees her myrtles bloom, Excufe her doubts, if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell: With confcious awe fhe hears the critic's fame, And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name. Hard Hard was the lot those injur'd strains endur'd, With kind concern our pitying eyes o'erflow, To Rome remov'd, with wit fecure to please, Some labour'd rival of her Tragic strain; ! The Edipus of Sophocles. I Ilyffus' |