In the bleak Wild even Want by thee is blefs'd,
And pamper'd Pride without thee pines for Rest.
The Rich grow richer, while in thee they find
The matchless Treasure of a smiling Mind.
Science by thee flows foft in social Ease,
And Virtue, lofing Rigour, learns to please.

The Goddess fummons each illuftrious Name,
Bids the Gay talk, and forms th'amufive Game.
She, whofe fair Throne is fix'd in human Souls,
From Joy to Joy her Eye delighted rolls.
But where (fhe cry'd) is fhe, my fav'rite! fhe,
Of all my Race, the deareft far to me!
Whofe Life's the Life of each refin'd Delight?
She faid-But no Tyrconnel glads her Sight.
Swift funk her laughing Eyes in languid Fear;
Swift rofe the fwelling Sigh, and trembling Tear.
In kind, low Murmurs all the Lofs deplore;
Tyrconnel droops, and Pleasure is no more.

The Goddess filent, paus'd in mufeful Air;
But Mirth, like Virtue, cannot long defpair.
Cœleftial-hinted Thoughts gay Hope infpir'd,
Smiling the rofe, and all with Hope were fir'd.
Where Bath's afcending Turrets meet her Eyes ;
Straight wafted on the tepid Breeze fhe flies,
She flies, her elder Sifter Health to find;

She finds her on the Mountain-Brow reclin'd.

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Around her Birds in earliest Confort fing;

Her Cheek the Semblance of the kindling Spring;
Fresh-tinctur'd like a fummer-evening Sky,
And a mild Sun fits fmiling in her Eye.

Loose to the Wind her verdant Vestments flow;
Her Limbs yet-recent from the Springs below;
There oft fhe bathes, then peaceful fits fecure,
Where every Gale is fragrant, fresh, and pure;
Where Flowers and Herbs their cordial Odours blend,
And all that balmy Vertues fast ascend.

Hail Sifter, hail! (the kindred Goddess cries) No common Suppliant ftands before your Eyes. You, with whofe living Breath the Morn is fraught Flush the fair Cheek, and point the chearful Thought! Strength, Vigour, Wit, depriv'd of thee decline! Each finer Senfe, that forms Delight, is thine! Bright Suns by thee diffuse a brighter Blaze, And the fresh Green a fresher Green displays! Without thee Pleasures die, or dully cloy, And Life with thee, howe'er deprefs'd, is Joy. Such thy vaft Power;The Deity replies, Mirth never afks a Boon, which Health denies: Our mingled Gifts transcend imperial Wealth; Health ftrengthens Mirth, and Mirth inspirits Health. These Gales, yon Springs, Herbs, Flowers, and Sun are mine;

Thine is their Smile! be all their Influence thine.

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Euphrofynè rejoins-Thy Friendship prove! See the dear, fickening Object of my Love! Shall that warm Heart, fo chearful e'en in Pain, So form'd to please, unpleas'd itself remain ? Sifter! in her my Smile anew display,

And all the focial World fhall bless thy Sway.

Swift, as she speaks, Health spreads the purple Wing, Soars in the colour'd Clouds, and sheds the Spring; Now bland and sweet she floats along in Air; Air feels, and soft'ning owns th'etherial Fair! In ftill Descent she melts on opening Flowers, And deep impregnates Plants with genial Showers, The genial Showers, new-rifing to the Ray, Exhale in rofeate Clouds, and glad the Day. Now in a Zephyr's borrow'd Voice fhe fings, Sweeps the fresh Dews, and shakes them from her Wings, Shakes them embalm'd; or, in a gentle Kiss, Breathes the fure Earneft of awakening Bliss. Saphira feels it, with a foft Surprize,

Glide thro' her Veins, and quicken in her Eyes!

Instant in her own Form the Goddess glows, Where, bubbling warm, the mineral Water flows; Then plunging, to the Flood new Virtue gives; Steeps ev'ry Charm; and, as fhe bathes, it lives!

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As from her Locks she sheds the vital Shower,

"Tis done! (fhe cries) These Springs poffefs my Power!
Let these immediate to thy Darling roll

Health, Vigour, Life, and gay-returning Soul.
Thou fmil'ft Euphrosynè; and conscious fee,
Prompt to thy Smile, how Nature joys with thee.
All is green Life! all beauty rofy-bright;
Full Harmony, young Love, and dear Delight!
See vernal Hours lead circling Joys along!
All Sun, all Bloom, all Fragrance, and all Song!

Receive thy Care! Now Mirth and Health combine. Each Heart shall gladden, and each Virtue shine. Quick to Augufta bear thy Prize away;

There let her smile, and bid a World be gay.

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