THE DELIGHTS OF VIRTUE. RETURNING Morn, in orient blush array'd, With gentle radiance hail'd the sky serene; No rustly breezes wav'd the verdant shade, Nor swelling surge disturb'd the azure main. These moments, Meditation, sure are thine; The Muse, exalted by thy sacred pow'r, Fresh from old Neptune's fluid mansion sprung So shines fair Virtue, shedding light divine, On those who wish'd to profit by her ways; Who ne'er at parting with their vice repine, To taste the comforts of her blissful rays. She with fresh hopes each sorrow can beguile, Can dissipate Adversity's stern gloom, Make meagre Poverty contented smile, And the sad wretch forget his hapless doom. Sweeter than shady groves in summer's pride, Than flow'ry dales or grassy meads is she; Delightful as the honey'd streams that glide From the rich labours of the busy bee. Her paths and alleys are for ever green; There innocence, in snowy robes array'd, With smiles of pure content is hail'd the queen And happy mistress of the sacred shade. O let not transient gleams of earthly joy Soon will the winged moments speed away, When you'll no more the plumes of honour wear; Grandeur must shudder at the sad decay, And pride look humble when he ponders there. Depriv❜d of Virtue, where is beauty's pow'r? Her dimpl❜d smiles, her roses charm no more; So much can guilt the loveliest form deflow'r, We loath that beauty which we lov'd before. How fair are Virtue's buds where-e'er they blow, Or in the desart wild or garden gay! Her flow'rs how sacred whereso'er they show, Unknown to the black canker of decay! A TAVERN ELEGY. FLED are the moments of delusive Mirth, The fancy'd pleasure! paradise divine! Hush'd are the clamours that derive their birth From gen'rous floods of soul reviving wine. Still night and silence now succeed the noise; The ebbing tides of passion rage no more; But all is peaceful as the ocean's voice When breezeless waters kiss the silent shore. Here stood the juice whose care-controuling pow'rs Could ev'ry human misery subdue, Attracted by the magic of the bowl, Around the swelling brim in full array The glasses circl'd, as the planets roll, And hail with borrow'd light the god of day. Here Music, the delight of moments gay, cease, And with a mirthful, a melodious lay, Aw'd the fell voice of Discord into Peace. These are the joys that Virtue must approve, While Reason shines with majesty divine, 'Ere our ideas in disorder move, And sad excess against the soul combine. What evils have not frenzy'd mortals done By Bacchus' pow'r, ye sons of riot! say, By lamps unguided thro' the ev'ning shade! 0 spare those friendly twinklers of the night! Let no rude cane their hallow'd orbs assail! For cowardice alone condemns the light, That shews her countenance aghast and pale. Now the short taper warns me to depart, 'Ere Darkness shall assume his dreary sway, K |