Carv'd is her name in many a spicy grove, But lo, at laft he comes with crowded fail! Lo, o'er the cliff what eager figures bend! And hark, what mingled murmurs fwell the gale! In each he hears the welcome of a friend. -"Tis fhe, 'tis fhe herself! she waves her hand! Soon is the anchor caft, the canvas furl'd; Soon thro' the whitening furge he springs to land, And clafps the maid he fingled from the world. VERSES ON A TEA R. OH! that the Chemists magic art Could cryftallize this facred treasure! Long should it glitter near my heart, The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its luftre caught from CHLOE's eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell The fpring of Senfibility! That very law which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its fource, That law preferves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course. *The law of Gravitation. A SKETCH. OF THE ALPS AT DAY BREAK. THE fun-beams ftreak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow: From rock to rock, with giant-bound, High on their iron poles they pass; Mute, left the air, convuls'd by found, Rend from above a frozen mafs*. * There are passes in the Alps, where the guides tell you to ove on with speed, and fay nothing, left the agitation of the r fhould loofen the fnows above. GRAY, fect. v. let. 4. |