The tenour of thy lay: To her of old by JOVE was giv'n To judge the various deeds of earth and heav'n; 'Twas thine by gentle arts to win us to her sway. Oft as from ftricter hours refign'd With me, when mirth's confenting band But when from envy and from death to claim Conscious of pow'rs she never knew, Aftonish'd grafps at things beyond her view, Nor by another's fate hath felt her own confin’d. FINI S. |