THE ENCHANTMENT DISSOLVED. 287 To touch with a satiric wipe That symbol of thy power, the pipe. So may no blight infect thy plains, And no unseasonable rains; And so may smiling peace once more Visit America's sad shore. And then secure from all alarms Of thundering drums and glittering arms, Rove unconfined beneath the shade Thy wide expanded leaves have made. So may thy votaries increase And fumigation never cease; May Newton ? with renew'd delights Perform thine odoriferous rites : While clouds of incense, half divine, Involve thy disappearing shrine; And so may smoke-inhaling Bull Be always filling, never full. W.C. Olney, June 22, 1782. THE ENCHANTMENT DISSOLVED. BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts, A flattering prospect shows; And undisturb’d repose. ? Rev. J. Newton, late of Saint Mary's Woolnoth, London, but then of Olney. So in the desert's dreary waste, (As ancient fables say), And stop him in his way. 'Twas but enchanted ground : A wilderness is found. In such a wretched place; And bids us seek his face. By this beloved Friend ; And glory at the end. FINIS. C. Whittingham, College House, Chiswick.. 17 51 |