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Shall drench again or discompose,
To the same patroness resort,
Secure of favour at her court,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Obtrude on human notice more,
Like sun-beams on the golden height
Well-tutor’d Learning, from his books, Dismiss'd with grave, not haughty looks,
Their order on his shelves exact
Not more harmonious or compact
Than that to which he keeps confin'd
The various treasures of his mind
All these to Montague's repair,
Ambitious of a shelter there.
There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit,
She thus maintains divided sway
yon bright regent of the day; The plume and poet both we know
Their lustre to his influence owe,
And she the works of Phæbus aiding, Both poet saves and plume from fading.
HENRY COWPER, ESQ.
On his emphatical and interesting delivery of the Defence of
WARREN HASTINGS, Esq. in the House of Lords.
Cowper,whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard,
Legends prolix delivers in the ears
Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward.
Expending late on all that length of plea
Mute as e'er gaz'd on Orator or Bard.
Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet
Of attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet
· THE MORNING DREAM.
'Twas in the glad season of spring,
Asleep at the dawn of the day,
So pleasant it seem'd as I lay.
Far hence to the westward I sail'd,
While the billows high-lifted the boat,
And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail'd.
In the steerage a woman I saw,
Such at least was the form that she wore,
Whose beauty impress'd me with awe,
Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side
Shed light like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cry'd
-I go to make Freemen of Slaves.
Then raising her voice to a strain
The sweetest that ear ever heard,'
Wherever her glory appear’d.
Fled, chas'd by her melody clear,
'Twas Liberty only to hear.
Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultur'd island we came,
Where a Demon, her enemy, stood
Oppression his terrible name.
A scourge hung with lashes he bore,
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land
That goddess-like woman he view'd,