CHORUS. Love's purer flames the Gods approve; And fterner Caffius melts at Junia's eyes. Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light, SEMICHORUS. Oh source of ev'ry social tye, United wish, and mutual joy! What various joys on one attend, As fon, as father, brother, husband, friend? Whether his hoary fire he fpies, 15 20 25 His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, 35 CHORUS. Hence guilty joys, diftaftes, furmizes, Fires that fcorch, yet dare not shine: Pureft love's unwafting treasure, Sacred Hymen! these are thine. 40 ODE ODE ON SOLITUDE.: H Appy the man whose wish and A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, care In his own ground; Whose herds with milk, whofe fields with bread, Whose trees in fummer yield him shade, In winter fire. Bleft, who can unconcern'dly find, Quiet by day, Sound fleep by night; ftudy and ease, Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. 20 VOL. I. I The The Dying Chriftian to his Soul. O D E. I. VITA ITAL spark of heav'nly flame! II. Hark! the whisper; Angels fay, Sifter Spirit, come away. What is this abforbs me quite ? Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight, Drowns my fpirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? 10 III. The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears 15 Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting? AN |