Was doom'd to feel or more or lefs of pain,

• When too much anguish racks the tortur'd mind; • Or when the body's fuff'rings rage too high;

Or hoary age, with unperceiv'd decay,"

Has worn the threads of life, or quite dried up
The vital current's long decreasing stream;
Almighty Goodnefs in his bounty gave

A kind releafe, and men have nam'd it DEATH.
And happy they, who, in this vale of tears,

Efcape all other pangs, but thofe alone

Which nature afks to feparate the foul
From it's grofs manfion, render'd now lefs fit
For fo divine a gueft: nor, even then,

Reviewing ev'ry action of a life

Employ'd in meaning well, and free from fault.

As man may be, fear for their future ftate;

But only heave the figh, or drop the tear,

Compaffion bids, for those they leave behind!'

Ah! deareft, fairest, lovelieft of thy fex!
(Turn not away; no vain, mean flatt'ry this;
For thou art fo to me:) wilt thou not own
The Mufe has rightly faid, No earthly joy
Is quite unmix'd with pain ?—that wedded love,
(The fource of num'rous ties, uniting all

To fwell the ftream of bliss, from many a spring
Unknown to thofe who flight the rofy wreathe,
And weakly deem a flavish, galling chain,
The flow'ry band that joins two willing hearts)
Conveys a rational, fublime delight,
That nothing elfe can give, and without which
All human life were vain ?-and wilt thou too,
(Blush not, my dearest love, for thou haft faid,
Halt kindly faid, thou wouldst one day be mine!)
O wilt thou, love, thy kindness ftill extend,

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be it long, the tardy hour,

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That crowns my ev'ry with? More happy then,
Than if the fubject world, united all,

Had join'd to make me bless'd; and, in their zeal,
Hail'd me fole fov'reign of the fpacious earth!

O let it not be long !-for foon, too foon!-
Shall Time-too rapid then, as now too flow-
Bring on tormenting thought!-the cruel hour,
That must divide-(ah! diftant be it far!)-
-Our ever-faithful loves!-

ON THE BIRTH OF A FIRST CHILD.

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BY MR. EKINS.

XHAUSTED by her painful throes,
Let nature take her due repose;

Sweet, dearest Anna, be thy fleep,
While I my joyful vigils keep!
O be thy joy fincere as mine;

For fure my pangs have equall'd thine!

Sleep on! and, waking, thou fhalt fee

All that delights thy foul in me:

Friend! hufband! and a name moft dear,
The father of thy new-born care!

As thou on her thy eyes fhall caft,
Thank Heaven for all the danger pafs'd.

Heaven for no trivial caufe ordains,
That joy like this fucceeds thy pains;
But, by this facred pledge, demands
A parent's duty at thy hands:
While thou thy infant charge shall rear,
My love fhall lighten every care!

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Than if the fubject world, united all,

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Hail'd me fole fov'reign of the fpacious earth!

O let it not be long!—for foon, too soon!—
Shall Time—too rapid then, as now too flow-
Bring on tormenting thought!-the cruel hour,
That must divide―(ah! diftant be it far!)——
-Our ever-faithful loves!-

ON THE BIRTH OF A FIRST CHILD.

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BY MR. EKINS.

XHAUSTED by her painful throes,
Let nature take her due repose;

Sweet, dearest Anna, be thy sleep,
While I my joyful vigils keep!
O be thy joy fincere as mine;

For fure my pangs have equall'd thine!

Sleep on! and, waking, thou fhalt fee
All that delights thy foul in me:

Friend! hufband! and a name most dear,

The father of thy new-born care!

As thou on her thy eyes f

Since I, before the hallow'd fhrine,
First call'd my dearest Anna mine,
Ne'er did my pulse fo rapid move,
Nor glad my heart with equal love!
Thofe charms that in this infant lie,
Shall bind us by a clofer tie.

My partial eyes with pleafure trace
The features in it's infant face;
And if kind Heaven in mercy hear
The fondness of a father's prayer,
In her may I thofe manners fee,
Thofe virtues I adore in thee!

ELEGY

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.

BY DR. MARRIOTT.

YES, it is paft; the fatal stroke is given;

Our pious forrows own the hand of Heaven.
How fhort our joys! incumber'd life how vain!
Still vex'd with evil's never-ceafing train;
While roll the hours which lead each fleeting year,
Each afks a figh, and each demands a tear.
O'er pleafing fcenes the mind with rapture roves,
Grafps in idea all it hopes or loves:

Snatch'd from it's view the pleafing scenes decay,
And the fair vifion melts in fhades away.

Of youth, of beauty, and of wit the boast,
O lov'd for ever, and too early lost!

Sweet maid, for thee now mingling with the dead,
Her facred griefs the tuneful Mufe shall shed;

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