MEDITATION IN A GROVE. [WATTS.] SWEET Mufe, defcend and bless the shade, And bless the ev'ning grove; Bus'nefs and noise and day are fled, And ev'ry care but love. But hence, ye wanton young and fair, No Phillis fhall infect the air With her unhallow'd name. JESUS has all my pow'rs poffeft, My hopes, my fears, my joys; He, the dear Sov'reign of my breast, Shall ftill command my voice. Some of the fairest choirs above Shall flock around my song With joy, to hear the name they love, His charms shall make my numbers flow, While filence fits on ev'ry bough. And bends the lift'ning woods. I'll carve our paffion on the bark. The fwains fhall wonder when they read That Heav'n itself came down and bled THE HERO'S SCHOOL OF MORALITY. [WATTS.] THERON HERON among his travels found A broken ftatue on the ground; And searching onward as he went, He trac'd a ruin'd monument. Mould, mofs, and shades, had overgrown The sculpture of the crumbling ftone, Yet ere he pass'd, with much ado "Enough, he cry'd; I'll drudge no more, "In turning the dull Støics o'er : "Let pedants waste their hours of ease “To sweat all night at Socrates; "And feed their boys with notes and rules, "Those tedious Recipes of Schools "To cure ambition: I can learn "With greater ease the great concern "Of mortals; how we may despise "All the gay things below the skies. "Methinks a mould'ring pyramid "Says all that the old fages faid: << For me, these fhatter'd tombs contain "More morals than the Vatican. "The duft of heroes cast abroad, "And kick'd and trampled in the road, "The relics of a lofty mind, "That lately wars and crowns defign'd, "Toft for a jeft from wind to wind, "Bid me be humble, and forbear "Tall monuments of fame to rear, "They are but castles in the air. "The tow'ring height and frightful falls, "Of smoaking kingdoms and their kings, "That living could not bear to fee --He “An equal, now lies torn and dead, "Here his pale trunk, and there his head; "Great Pompey! while I meditate "With folemn horror thy fad fate, "Lie ftill, my Plutarch, then, and sleep, "Your volumes clos'd for ever too, "I have no further ufe for you: "For when I feel my virtue fail, H } I Am not concern'd to know What to-morrow fate will do: 'Tis enough that I can say I've poffeft myself to-day: Yet to-morrow I fhall be Heir to the best part of me. Glitt'ring ftones and golden things, Wealth and honours that have wings, Ever flutt'ring to be gone, I could never call my own: When I view my spacious foul, |