Mark when from thousand mingled dyes
Thou feeft one pleafing form arife,
How active light, and thoughtful shade,
In greater scenes each other aid..
Mark when the different notes agree
In friendly contrariety,
How paffion's well accorded ftrife
Gives all the harmony of life;
Thy pictures fhall thy conduct frame,
Confiftent ftill, though not the fame;
Thy mufick teach the nobler art,
To tune the regulated heart.
To STELLA.
VENING now from purple wings
Sheds the grateful gifts fhe brings;
Brilliant drops bedeck the mead,
Cooling breezes shake the reed;
Shake the reed, and curl the stream
Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam;
Near the chequer'd, lonely grove,
Hears, and keeps thy fecrets, Love.
Stella, thither let us ftray,
Lightly o'er the dewy way.
Phoebus drives his burning car,
Hence, my lovely Stella, far;
In his ftead, the queen of night
Round us pours a lambent light;
Light that feems but just to show
Breasts that beat, and cheeks that glow;
Let us now, in whisper'd joy,
Evening's filent hours employ,
Silence beft, and conscious fhades,
Please the hearts that love invades,
Other pleasures give them pain,
Lovers all but love difdain.
THETHER Stella's eyes are found
Fix'd on earth, or glancing round,
If her face with pleasure glow,
If the figh at others woe,
If her easy air express
Conscious worth, or soft diftrefs,
Stella's eyes, and air, and face,
Charm with undiminish'd grace.
If on her we see display'd
Pendant gems, and rich brocade,
If her chintz with less expence
Flows in eafy negligence;
Still the lights the confcious flame,
Still her charms appear the fame;
If she strikes the vocal ftrings,
If fhe's filent, fpeaks, or fings,
If the fit, or if the move,
Still we love and ftill approve.
Vain the cafual, tranfient glance,
Which alone can please by chance,
Beauty, which depends on art,
Changing with the changing art,
Which demands the toilet's aid,
Pendant gems and rich brocade.
I thofe charms alone can prize,
Which from conftant nature rife,
Which nor circumftance, nor drefs,
E'er can make, or more, or less.
more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With Avarice painful vigils keep;
Still unenjoy'd the prefent ftore,
Still endless fighs are breath'd for more.
O! quit the fhadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treasure buys!
To purchase Heaven has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be fold?
No-all that's worth a wish-a thought,
Fair virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought.
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind,
Let nobler views engage thy mind.
With science tread the wond'rous way,
Or learn the Mufes' moral lay;
In focial hours indulge thy foul,
Where mirth and temperance mix the bowl;
To virtuous love refign thy breast,
And be, by bleffing beauty-bleft.
Thus tafte the feaft by nature spread,
Ere youth and all its joys are fled;
Come taste with me the balm of life,
Secure from pomp, and wealth, and ftrife.
I boast whate'er for man was meant,
In health, and Stella, and content;
And scorn! oh! let that fcorn be thine!
Mere things of clay that dig the mine.
W "The beauties of the gay brocade,
HEN lately Stella's form difplay'd
The nymphs, who found their power decline,
Proclaim'd her not fo fair as fine.
"Fate! fnatch away the bright difguife,
"And let the goddess truft her eyes."
Thus blindly pray'd the fretful Fair,
And Fate malicious heard the pray'r;
But, brighten'd by the fable dress,
As virtue rifes in diftrefs,
Since Stella ftill extends her reign,
Ah! how fhall envy footh her pain?
Th' adoring Youth and envious Fair,
Henceforth fhall form one common pray'r;
And love and hate alike implore
The fkies-" That Stella mourn no more."
OT the foft fighs of vernal gales,
The fragrance of the flowery vaies,
The murmurs of the cryftal rill,
The vocal grove, the verdant hill;
Not all their charms, though all unite,
Can touch my bofom with delight.
Not all the gems on India's fhore,
Not all Peru's unbounded ftore,
Not all the power, nor all the fame,
That heroes, kings, or poets, claim ;
Nor knowledge, which the learn❜d approve;
To form one wifh my foul can move.
Yet nature's charms allure my eyes,
And knowledge, wealth, and fame, I prize;
Fame, wealth, and knowledge, I obtain,
Nor feek I nature's charms in vain ;
In lovely Stella all combine;
And, lovely Stella! thou art mine.
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