Matchless inspirer of my muse, and me,
Thou heaven, of blended smiles, and Majesty!
Thou, by whose light, all other's worth is shown,
While thou art dark , as midnight, to thy own :
Praising desert, like his , you charm me , too,
And, for your blessing him , my thanks are due .
Mean are the minds , who but their own possess,
And reap no joy, from other's happiness.
I groan , beneath their pains, whom sorrow wrings,
And, when their hope is rising, mine has wings.

O Clio! to deserve such praise from thee ,
Points out thy friend, a bosom one, for me ,
My sympathetic soul reveres his name,
And my warm heart beats anxious , for his fame .
Sweet are his thoughts , and soft, as evening air ;
Joy gilds his smiles , — his sighs invite despair:
Strong is his sense , and his reflection deep,
Wide , as his prospects — as his mountains steep ;
Oh! may he still be blest , with thy esteem ,
Oh! may thy charms , forever, be his theme!

V AST is my wonder ; at his Fancy's flight,
Till I remember, whence his store was drawn;
Clio , the inspirer Clio! lent him light ,
And spread soft influence , o'er his wid'ning dawn:
Warm'd, by th' enliv'ning lustre of her beams ,
His rip'ning reason burnt with conscious glow ;
Blaz'd, in the radiant charmer's starry streams,
And shed diffusive heav'n on all, below:
Oh! thou soft sun of wit , and love's gay clime!
Point but one ray of thy broad shine , on me ,
Then, shall my kindled soul flame out sublime,
And glitter proudly, with thy friend and thee .