In seven volumes.
witH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
Say, human Seraph! whence that charming force,
That flame, that soul which animates each line,
And how it runs with such a graceful ease,
* Loaded with Pond"rous sense! ----We are here told,
When life its narrow round of years hath roll’d,
What 'tis employs the blessed, what makes their bliss;
Sonts such as WATTS’s are, and love like his. G.Roy Es
Sov’reign of Sacred verse! accept the lays
Of a young bard that dares attempt thy praise.----
No vulgar themes thy pious Muse engage,
No scenes of lust pollute thy sacred page:
You in majestic numbers mount the skies,
And meet descending angels as you rise,
Whose just applauses charm the crowded groves,
And Addiscn thy tuneful song approves.
Soft harmony and manly vigour join
To form the beauties of each sprightly line,
BY GEORGE CAWTHO RN, No. 1 32, STRAND;
Bookselle R AND PRINTER TO HER Roy Al Hich N Es
THE PRINCESS OF WALES.