то THE SUN. O THOU whose inextinguishable eye Now sleeps beneath the ocean stream, Whether the star of morn shall call thee forth To pour thy rich and fiery beam Through the wide arch of an unclouded sky; Or whether the rude North Shall o'er thy head his showery mantle cast, Making the dank earth shiver at his blast; Welcome alike to me! the genial day That gave my fair Eliza birth Needs not thy gaudy smile to make it glad : With the warm lustre of thy fostering ray; On me in vain are shed Thy beams and unregarded, while I prove The dearer influence of Her smiles and love. L SONG. ARTLESS words of unfeign'd passion With harmonious numbers join'd, Soothly try your soft persuasion On Eliza's gentle mind! For her ear alone intended, Other censure nought regard: If by her you are commended, 'Tis enough for your reward. But why thus you seek to move her Strive not further to explain !— If her heart will not discover, You or I should tell in vain. TO A LADY, FORTUNE-TELLING WITH CARDS. DEAR Nancy, if you wish to know What Fate reserves in store for you, Ask not the idle cards to show, I'll tell as wisely, and as true. For I will take a magic Book Of characters divinely fair; Upon thy lovely Self I'll look, And read, dear Girl, thy fortune there. |