The hardy PINES that on their fteep fides grow, (Whofe naked roots from chink to chink extend; Whofe boughs afpiring, tow'rd the denfe clouds tend,) Appear Vti&Jhrubs to the ftrain'd eyes below. The wandering goat adventures to the brink, And peeps acrofs the fretted edge with care; Then from the awful precipice (he fhrinks, As though relentlefs Ruin hover'd there. Yet there, when Night hath bid the world be mute, The fleeplefs/z//cr often clambers high, And from fome fhadowy nook his fonorous flute Sends mournful accents to the neighbouring fky : And while the flood reflects the broad moon bright, Conceal'd the budding laurel's fweets among, There the fad lover pours his pculive fong, Filling with mellow founds the ear of Night. But now the advancing fight admires The rifing fanes and glittering fpires Of EBORACIA'S ftately tow'rs, Which catch the Morning's fplendid beam, And mining o'er the frothy ftream, Gild with refracted light the long extended mores. Alas ! how late the rude foe revel'd there, (Their engines bellow mournful o'er the main, And every ftreet gleams with the difmal glare,) Murder, and Want, and Sicknefs in their train : Beneath the burning torch of War confum'd, Her walls in fmoking ruins lay fcatter'd round ; While
