THE ANTHOLOGY.

Original Poetry.

ADDRESS TO SLEEP.

IN oblivion's quiet reign,

Night has now with leaden chain Bound the angry fiends of toil; While round the cafts a pitying frown, Sweet peace regains her lovely crown, And fretful cares recoil.

Come at this thy wonted hour,
Genial fleep, oft dreaded power!
Deathlike! thee I hail with joy.
With spells arreft the fright'ning train,
That follow life's wild race of pain,
And foothing charms employ.

Oft thou fhunn'ft the timid breast,
Or in deepen'd horror dreft,

Com'ft where guilt, of gorgon mien,
Is, with her countless Elfin fwarm,
That vainly change their hideous form,
By quicken'd conscience seen.

Yet, while adverse thunders dart
Livid terrors to the heart,
Thine approach is ever dear,
Where'er, by fortitude sustain'd,
The feraph, virtue, rule has gain'd,
Though death be in thy rear.

Under thy expanded veil

Tent me from life's chilling gale;
Strengthen'd I again will fteer

Along this flinty, defert road,

While innocence relieves my load,

Eftrang'd to fhame and fear.

ESPER.

PURITY OF THOUGHT,

THE CONSUMMATION OF PUREST PLEASURES.

WILL Flora fhed her lively bloom,

Or zephyr breathe its rich perfume,

When winter clothes the earth with fnow,
And bids the northern tempest blow?

Will cherub peace her charms impart,
Or fmiling pleasure cheer the heart,
When guilty thoughts infeft the foul,
That owns not virtue's mild control ?

Beneath the heat of vernal skies,
The flow'ret's charms are taught to rife
Within the tranquil pious breast
Alone will guiltless pleasure rest.

Vainly our fleeting hours we wafte
In fearch of joys, we ne'er can taste,
Unless we lean on virtue's fide,
And follow where her counfels guide.

In diffipation's giddy round,
No pure enjoyment e'er is found;
There vice with fyren voice beguiles,
And lures to ruin with her fmiles.

But fweet the pleasures of the mind,
To purity of thought inclin'd;
Its living luftre ne'er will fade,
Though fortune frown, or age invade.

For when misfortune fpreads her gloom,
Beneath the fhade, its charms will bloom;

When time has crown'd the head with fnow,
Within the cheering flame will glow.

Then should we ftrive with watchful art
To quell each rebel of the heart;
To wisdom's rule our wills incline
Her ways with peace and pleasure shine.

Thus may we here that bliss enjoy,
Which time nor fate can e'er destroy,
And taste thofe heavenly streams above,
Whofe fountain is eternal love.

ALCANDER.

ELEGY,

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG FRIEND.

AH death, couldft thou no worthless victim find,
Nor one, whose wintry locks proclaim'd his years,
That thou didst feize the youth of generous mind,
Whose modeft worth his memory endears?

Might not the caftle, tottering in the air,'
Have been o'erthrown thy fury to affuage?
Why need the fabric newly built and fair,

Be fwept away by thy impetuous rage ?

Behold yon noxious weeds, that smile around,

And by a waste of dews and fun-beams fhine! Might not thy fcythe have cut them to the ground, And fpar'd the garden's pride, the healthful vine?

I know thee well, thou tyrant of the grave!

Full many a time I've mark'd thy paffing bier;
Nor youth nor virtue from thy grafp can save,
Both fall before thee in thy mad career.

"My mad career?" (I heard the monster cry,
While ftill my lips were murm'ring for the youth,)

"I'm but the viceroy of the King on high;

And his commands are righteousness and truth."

W.

SONNET.

HOW fair the scene, that ftruck the fight
Of him, the father of our race;
When first the fun display'd his light,
And fhew'd the charms of nature's face.

But, oh! what terror pain'd his heart,
When evening's fhade obfcur'd the day,
Bade ev'ry blooming scene depart,

And fnatch'd the glorious orb away.

So I, when genial friendship shone,
Beheld her fmile, with gay delight;
But now, alas, no joy is known,

Since she has fled to cheerless night.

The deep'ning gloom I view with mournful pain,
And dare not hope the light will rise again.

ALCANDER.

Selected.

INSCRIPTION

OVER A CALM AND CLEAR SPRING.

From the late Collection of Poems by T. WARTON, B. D.

HERE quench your thirst, and mark in ms

An emblem of true Charity;

Who, while my bounty I beftow,
Am neither heard nor feen to flow;
Yet bounteously repaid by Heav'n

For every drop of water given.

REMARKS ON NEW PUBLICATIONS.

A BRIEF Retrospect of the Eighteenth Century, part first, in fwb vols. containing a sketch of the revolutions and improvements in fcience, arts, and literature, during that period, by SAMUEL MILLAR, A. M. one of the Miniflers of the United Prefbyterian Churches in the city of New-York.-T. & J. SWORDS.-New-York.

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