Wait for the rising of the Fair,
To offer Songs and Hymns of Prayer,
Like Persians to the Sun:
Even Life and Death and Fate are there,
For in the Rolls of ancient Destiny
Long since 'twas noted down,
The Dying shall revive, the Living die,
But as you Smile, or Frown.
Awake bright Hamilton, arise,
Goddess of Loye and of the Day,
Awake, disclose thy charming Eyes,
And show the Sun a brighter Ray:
Phœbus in vain calls forth the blushing Morn;
He but creates the Day, which you adorn.
An ESSAY upon Unnatural Flights in Poetry.
AS when some Image of a charming Face,
In living Paint, an Artist tries to trace,
He carefully consults each beauteous Line,
Adjusting to his Object his Design;
We praise the Piece, and give the Painter Fame,
But as the bright Resemblance speaks the Dame.
