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JUPITER TO THE INFERIOR DEITIES.
URORA, now, fair daughter of the dawn,
Whofe ftrong embrace holds heav'n, and earth, and main.
To drag by this the thund'rer down to earth.
Ye ftrive in vain. If I but ftretch this hand,
OF THE MANNER
WHICH HE LEARNED THE ART OF WAR.
And inacceffible by fhepherds trod,
The bleffed cross, and won the Holy Land.
Then, having fhewn his wounds, he'd fit him down,
Y And his Amelia, were a matchlefs pair; With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace; The fame, diftinguish'd by their fex alone: Hers, the mild luftre of the blooming morn; And his, the radiance of the rifen day.
THEY lov'd. But fuch their guilelefs paffion, was, As, in the dawn of time, inform'd the heart Of innocence, and undiffembling truth. 'Twas friendship, heighten'd by the mutual wish: Th' enchanting hope, and fympathetic glow, Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all To love, each was to each a dearer felf; Supremely happy, in th' awaken'd power Of giving joy. Alone, amid the fhades, Still, in harmonious intercourfe, they liv'd The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart; Or figh'd, and look'd, unutterable things.
So pafs'd their life; a clear united stream, By care unruffled; till, in evil hour, The tempeft caught them on the tender walk, Heedlefs how far, and where its mazes ftray'd, While, with each other bleft, creative love Still bade eternal Eden fmile around. Heavy with instant fate, her bofom heav'd Unwonted fighs; and, ftealing oft a look Tow'rds the big gloom, on Celadon her eye Fell tearful, wetting her diforder'd cheek. In vain, affuring love, and confidence In heaven, reprefs'd her fear; it grew, and fhook Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd Th' unequal conflict; and, as angels look On dying faints, his eyes compaffion shed, With love illumin'd high. "Fear not," he said, "Sweet innocence! thou ftranger to offence, "And inward ftorm! He, who yon skies involves "In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee "With kind regard. O'er thee, the secret shaft, "That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour "Of noon, flies harmless: and that very voice, "Which thunders terror through the guilty heart, "With tongues of feraphs, whispers peace to thine. ""Tis fafety to be near thee, fure, and thus "To clafp perfection !"-From his void embrace, (Mysterious heaven!) that moment to the ground, A blacken'd corfe, was ftruck the beauteous maid. But who can paint the lover, as he stood, Pierc'd by fevere amazement; hating life; Speechlefs; and fix'd in all the death of woe!
T the clofe of the day, when the hamlet is ftill,
"Ah! why thus abandon'd to darkness and woe, 66 Why thus, lonely Philomel, flow thy fad ftrain? "For fpring fhall return, and a lover bestow, "And thy bofom no trace of misfortune retain. "Yet, if pity infpire thee, ah! cease not thy lay; "Mourn, sweetest complainer, man calls thee to mourn "O! foothe him, whofe pleasures, like thine, pafs away "Full quickly they pafs-but they never return.
"Now, gliding remote, on the verge of the sky,
"Tis night; and the landscape is lovely no more.
1 mourn; but, ye woodlands! I mourn not for you: "For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, "Perfum❜d with fresh fragrance, and glitt'ring with dew.