Whilft other kingdoms pafs away,
By fatal luxury's baneful fway;
Or fink in foul corruptions tide,
Ov'rwhelm'd by grandeurs haughty
pride,

Columbia's CONGRESS form'd in virtues caufe,

SYLVIA.

CORIN, cease the idle teafing;

Love that's forc'd is harfh and
four:

If the lover be displeafing,
To perfift difgufts the more.
CORIN.

laws.

Hear then the truths, their high decree
Imparts to every flate
The voice of heaven, of liberty,

To form the good and great.

Rear'd at Jehovah's dread command, The fcourge of Britain's guilty land, Avoid the crimes her annals fhow, Be virtue, freedom's fame below.

Abforp the views of partial good In energetick, focial love,

No hoftile flep shall dare intrude, Or pluck the olive from the dovs.

This be your chiefeft heart-felt joy

To comfort, fuccour human kind, Your nerves, your frength, for this employ,

And loose the wretch whom fetters " bind.

So fhall you rife to empires nobleft

height,

Whilft other nations rufh with fudden flight,

To ruin'd grandeurs filent gloom; Rock rooted deep, the queen of worlds remain

Till GOD's laft fiat breaks th' eternal chain

And all creation fleeps in nature's ' tomb.

SYLVIA, I will fill purfue;
Twenty thousand times deny me,
I will kneel, and weep anew.
SYLVIA.

CUPID ne'er fhall make me languish,
I was born averse to love;
Lover's fighs, and tears, and anguish,
Mirth and paftime to me prove.
CORIN.

Still I vow with patient duty

Thus to meet your proudest scorn; You for unrelenting beauty,

I for conftant love was born. But the fates had not confented, Since they both did fickle proves Of her fcorn the maid repented, And the fhepherd--of his love.

OH! 3

H! hear a penfive prifoner's

For liberty that fighs;

And never let thine heart be shut
Againft the wretch's cries.

For here forlorn and fad I fit,

Within the wir'y grate ; And tremble at th'approaching morn, Which brings impending fate. If e'er thy breaft with freedom glow'd,

And fpurn'd a tyrant's chain, Let not thy ftrong oppreffive force A free-born moufe detain. Oh! do not stain with guiltless blood Thy hofpitable hearth; Nor triumph that thy wiles betray'd A prize fo little worth.

The scatter'd gleanings of a feaft My frugal meals fupply; But if thine unrelenting heart That flender boon deny, The chearful light, the vital air

Are bleffings widely given; Let nature's commoners enjoy The common gifts of heaven. The well-taught philofophic mind To all compaffion gives; Cafts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.

If mind, as ancient Sages taught,

A never dying flame,

Still fhifts thro' matter's varying forms,

In every form the fame.
Beware, left in the worm you Grufh
And tremble left thy lucklefs hand
A brother's foul you find ;
Diflodge a kindred mind.

Or, if this tranfient gleam of day
Be ALL of life we share,
Let pity plead within thy breaft
That little all to fpare.

So may thy hofpitable board

With health and peace be crown'd; And every charm of heart-felt eafe Beneath thy roof be found.

So, when deftruction lurks unfeen,

Which men like mice may share, May fome kind angel clear thy path,

And break the hidden fnare.

The Married Man.

A new Song fet to Mufic. AM married and happy, with won

I Al

der hear this,

Ye rovers and rakes of the age; Who laugh at the mention of conjugal

blifs,

P

Interrupted

Interrupted by doubts and by fear; But thofe which in legal attachments we find,

When the heart is with innocence pure,

Is from ev'ry imbit'ring reflection refin'd,

And while life can tafte joy can en.dure.

III. The love which ye boaft of deferves not that name,

True Love is with fentiment join'd; But yours is a passion, a severish flame, Rais'd without the confent of the mind :

When dreading confinement ye miftreffes hire,

With this and with that quickly cloy'd;

Ye are led and milled by a flatt'ring falfe fire,

And are oft by that fire deftroy'd.
IV.

If you ask me from whence my felici

ty flows,

My answer is short---- from a wife; Who for chearfulness, fenfe, and goodnature I chofe,

Thefe are beauties that charm ys for life;

To make home the feat of perpetual

delight,

Ev'ry moment each Rudies to feize; And we find ourfelves happy from morning to night,

By our mutual endeavours to please.

Monody on the much-lamented Death of the Rev. Samuel Cooper, D. D.

Divitiarum & formæ gloria fluxa atque fragilis eft; Virtus clara æter-. naque habetur.” SALLUST.

TIS donet from earth th'illuftri

ous prophetfea; COOPER, the all-accomplish'd COOPER dies!

That bofom, where benevolence abode;

That form, where nature every grace beftow'd;

That eye, where soft persuasion sweetly (mil'd,

Illum'd the heart, and ev'ry care-beguil'd ;

That tongue which long, in virtue's cause, combin'd

Reafon and truth, and eloquence re fin'd ;--

Finish'd and fraught with all the facred lore...

Is cold-is lifeless---and muft charm no more!

While the pure fpirit which the whole inform'd,

Glow'd in the bofom, and the features warm'd,

Flown upward, free of tenemental clay,

Explores new manfions in the fields of day.

From whence, fure COOPER, on thy

natal hour

Immortal Genius fhed his heavenly power;

Thy tender mind by intuition taught, And bath'd it in the lucid Aream of thought;

Adorn'd thy heart with every lociat grace,

And ketch'd his beauteous image in thy face!

Enlighten'd wifdom crown'd thy youthful head;

Fair fcience nurs'd thee, and the m fes bred;

And tafte, enamour'd, woo'd to vernal bowers,

And wreath'd, a favourite, with her choiceft flowers;

While pleas'd religion to thy care confign'd

Her nobleft aim--the blifs of human kind.

Yon hallow'd temple--and thy flock

forlorn