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But honour, wealth, and fame are mine Nor Heav'n in vain bestow'd,For, ah! to make those blessings thine, How oft this heart has glow'd!Then let it be my tend'rest care To hush each anxious moan—And, oh! may fond affection's pray'r Restore sweet health to Joan."
Soft as the balmy dews of night His cheering accents fell,And bade once more each dear delight The orphan's bosom swell."Fraternal love, domestic care, For all her griefs atone;And plenty, comfort, love, and peace, Now smile on happy Joan.
ELOIZA.
The silver Moon, pale queen of starry night,Hangs in the firmament her crescent bright;Millions of stars the azure concave stud,And tiny fairies trip along the wood;The streamlet gurgling o'er its shallow bed,To Cynthia glances through the chequer'd shade;
