Never trade abroad for more, If her inward worth were known, URA The Adventurous Mus E. RANIA takes her morning flight Through rifing deluges of dawning light She cleaves her wondrous way, She tunes immortal anthems to the growing day; Nor Rapin gives her rules to fly, nor † Purcell notes to fing. She nor inquires, nor knows, nor fears [fand Where lie the pointed rocks, or where th' ingulphing Climbing the liquid mountains of the skies She meets defcending angels as she flies, Or where the fea-marks ftand. She fprings, unerring, upward to eternal day, With bold and fafe attempt, to the celeftial land. *A French Critick. An Erglish master of mufic. Whilft Whilft little skiffs along the mortal hores The fnail o'ertakes them in their wildest play, While the poor labourers fweat to be correctly dull. Give me the chariot whofe diviner wheels Mark their own rout, and unconfin'd Bound o'er the everlasting hills, And lofe the clouds below, and leave the ftars behind, Give me the Mufe whofe generous force, Impatient of the reins, Purfues an unattempted course, Breaks all the criticks iron chains, And bears to paradise the raptur’d mind. There Milton dwells: The mortal fung Surprize the wondering fenfe, and draw our fouls along. The unapparent deep where waves of Chaos roar, She trac'd a glorious path unknown, Through Through fields of heavenly war, and feraphs overthrown, Where his adventurous genius led: Sovereign fhe fram'd a model of her own, Nor thank'd the living nor the dead. Shook off the chains, and built his verse sublime, Keeps his own air, and triumphs in unrival'd ftrains. Immortal bard! Thus thy own Raphael fings, All heaven fits filent, while to his fovereign ftrings With graces infinite his untaught fingers rove From every note devotion springs. Το To Mr. NICHOLAS CLARK. THE COMPLAINT. "TWAS in a vale where ofiers grow By murmuring streams we told our woe, Friendship fat pleas'd in both our eyes, The vigorous monarch of the day In dark eclipse his chariot roll'd, Nature grew fad to lofe the day, Such are our forrows, Clark, I cry'd, Our darken'd fouls behind; In the young morning of our years Loj Lo, the gay planet rears his head, New-brightening all the skies : But fay, dear partner of my moan, In vain are potent herbs apply'd, But drugs would raise the dead as foon, Some friendly fpirit from above, Affift our feebler fires: Force thefe invading glooms away; But if the fogs muft damp the flame, Our fouls fhall mount, at thy discharge, The |