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WALL E R.
Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.
AIR Charmer, cease, nor make your voice's
A heart refign'd the conqueft of your eyes:
This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.
On a FAN of the Author's defign, in which was painted the story of CEPHALUS, and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.
NOME, gentle Air! th' Æolian shepherd faid, While Procris panted in the fecret fhade; Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies.
Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray,
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound fhe
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies.
And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where op'ning Roses breathing sweets diffuse, And foft Carnations fhow'r their balmy dews; Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white, The thin Undress of superficial Light, And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazzling gay, Blushing in bright diverfities of day. Each painted flowret in the lake below Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain Transformed, gazes on himself again. Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compofe," And mount the Hill in venerable rows: There the green Infants in their beds are laid, 15 The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade. Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,