Ah! if anew thine ear was ftrung,
Awake to ev'ry voice around?

Thy praises by the many fung,

Wou'd ftun thee with the choral found !—

GARRICK,

OH

H hallow'd cenfer form'd by magic pow'r,

To waft the incense of bright Avon's flow'r,
When from the ftage (great SHAKSPEAR's altar) roll
Rich clouds of Fragrance that entrance the foul.
Those clouds of Fragrance now no more are seen,
No more the votaries throng the facred scene;
The dumb furprise that folemniz'd the fane,
The glowing pulfe that throb'd in ev'ry vein,
Terror that wildly trod the tragic plain,

And bashful Love that fhow'd his filken chain,
Compaffion too the Drama's hollow'd priest,
And all the pomp of SHAKSPEAR's rites, are ceas'd.

The forms that iffued from his mind's vast store,

The treasury of Nature, are no more:
Ambition-prompt to feize th' imperial reins,
Who Hofpitality's pure rite profanes,

And views (as wildly his ftrain'd eye-balls glare)

The fatal dagger trav'ling thro' the air :

Affection-who half-daring, half-difmay'd,
Pursues with anxious steps a Father's fhade:
As th' awful form stalks fullenly along
Dread Expectation chills the circling throng:"

Proud Cruelty-befide a languid lamp, Who 'mid the ftillness of the flumb'ring camp, Amid the terrors of the lonesome night, Sits deeply mufing on the morrow's fight: Till worn with thought, with many a care oppreft, He drops the world, and wearies into reft: In vain-Remorse now bids her fcorpians roll In horrid volumes round his tortur'd foul.

Old age-who banish'd from his native throne,
Forc'd from the door fo lately call'd his own,
Stands mutt'ring to the foul and midnight air
(In beggar'd robes) the accents of Defpair:
Unreverenc'd, fhun'd, rejected, and revil'd,
Stung at the mockery of an impious child,
And while the big tears trickle from his eyes,
I gave you all, the generous Father cries,
Let the fierce fpirit of the tempeft fhed
The raging torrent on this hoary head;

The

The worst is paft, let the loud thunder burst,
The drooping Sire is by a Daughter curst.

'These were the scenes late held to BRITAIN's view, On which she gaz'd with transport ever new :

Endearing scenes! Ah never to return,

While Genius forrows o'er a GARRICK's urn.

FOR THE VASE AT BATH EASTON.

DISSIPATION.

I.

IF Hope, the friend of Man, extend a ray

Along the sky of fome far diftant day;

Gay Diffipation boafts a friendlier power,

She breaks the gloom that dims the present hour!
E'en painter like she takes her ready ftand,

A radiant pencil decks her skilful hand,

And with the colours of her magic art,

She gilds the cloud that settles on the heart.

II.

This Proteus often takes a different frame': To Heroes fhe affumes the shape of Fame;

To