Your stony hearts no social feelings share; "Your souls of distant sorrows ne'er partake; "Ne'er do you listen to the needy prayer, " Nor drop a tear for tender pity's sake.

"Welcome, ye fields, ye fountains, and ye groves! "Ye flowery meadows, and extensive plains!

"Where soaring warblers pour their plaintive loves, "Each landscape cheering with their vocal strains.

"Here rural Beauty rears her pleasing shrine; "She on the margin of each streamlet glows; "Where, with the blooming hawthorn, roses twine, "And the fair lily of the valley grows.

"Here Chastity may wander unassail'd

Through fields where gay seducers cease to rove; "Where open Vice o'er Virtue ne'er prevail'd; "Where all is innocence, and all is love.

"Peace with her olive wand triumphant reigns,

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Guarding secure the peasant's humble bed; Envy is banish'd from the happy plains,

"And Defamation's busy tongue is laid.

"Health and Contentment usher in the morn;

"With jocund smiles they cheer the rural swain; "For which the peer, to pompous titles born, "Forsaken sighs, but all his sighs are vain. C

For the calm comforts of an easy mind

"In yonder lonely cot delight to dwell, "And leave the statesman for the labouring hind, "The regal palace for the lowly cell.

"Ye, who to Wisdom would devote your hours, "And far from riot, far from discord stray; “Look back disdainful on the city's towers, “Where Pride, where Folly, point the slippery way.

"Pure flows the limpid stream in crystal tides “Thro' rocks, thro' dens, and ever-verdant vales, "Till to the town's unhallow'd wall it glides, "Where all its purity and lustre fails.”

ODE TO HOPE.

HOPE! lively cheerer of the mind,
In lieu of real bliss design'd,
Come from thy ever-verdant bower
To chase the dull and lingering hour:
O! bring, attending on thy reign,
All thy ideal fairy train,

To animate the lifeless clay,

And bear my sorrows hence away.

Hence, gloomy-featur'd black Despair,
With all thy frantic furies fly,
Nor rend my breast with gnawing care,
For Hope in lively garb is nigh.

Let pining Discontentment mourn;
Let dull-eyed Melancholy grieve;
Since pleasing Hope must reign by turn,
And every bitter thought relieve.

O smiling Hope! in adverse hour
I feel thy influencing power.
Though frowning Fortune fix my lot.
In some defenceless lonely cot,
Where Poverty, with empty hands,
In pallid meagre aspect stands;
Thou canst enrobe me 'midst the great,
With all the crimson pomp of state,
Where Luxury invites his guests
To pall them with his lavish feasts.
What cave so dark, what gloom so drear,
So black with horror, dead with fear,
But thou canst dart thy streaming ray,
And change close night to open day.

Health is attendant in thy radiant train;

Round her the whispering zephyrs gently play;

Behold her gladly tripping o'er the plain, Bedeck'd with rural sweets and garlands gay!

When vital spirits are deprest,

And heavy languor clogs the breast;

With more than Esculapian power

Endued, bless'd Hope! 'tis thine to cure:

For oft thy friendly aid avails,
When all the strength of physic fails.

Nay, even though Death should aim his dart,
I know he lifts his arm in vain,
Since thou this lesson canst impart,
Mankind but die to live again.

Depriv'd of thee must banners fall:
But where a living Hope is found,
The legions shout at Danger's call,
And victors are triumphant crown'd.

Come then, bright Hope! in smiles array'd,
Revive us by thy quickening breath;

Then shall we never be afraid

To walk through danger and through death.

THE RIVERS OF SCOTLAND,

AN ODE.

SET TO MUSIC BY MR COLLET.

O'ER Scotia's parched land the Naiads flew,
From towering hills explor❜d her shelter'd vales,
Caus'd Forth in wild meanders please the view,
And lift her waters to the zephyr's gales.

Where the glad swain surveys his fertile fields,
And reaps the plenty which his harvest yields,

Here did these lovely nymphs, unseen,
Oft wander by the river's side,
And oft unbind their tresses green,

To bathe them in the fluid tide:

Then to the shady grottos would retire,
And sweetly echo to the warbling choir;

Or to the rushing waters tune their shells,
To call up Echo from the woods,

Or from the rocks or crystal floods,
Or from surrounding banks, or hills, or dales.

CHORUS.

Or to the rushing waters, &c.

When the cool fountains first their springs forsook,
Murmuring smoothly to the azure main,
Exulting Neptune then his trident shook,
And wav'd his waters gently to the plain.

The friendly Tritons, on his chariot borne,
With cheeks dilated blew the hollow-sounding horn.

Now Lothian and Fifan shores,
Resounding to the mermaid's song,
Gladly emit their limpid stores,

And bid them smoothly sail along

To Neptune's empire, and with him to roll
Round the revolving sphere from pole to pole ;