Each morn shall view thy desolated ground,
With falling domes and shatter'd spires around,
And clad in weeds, in wild confusion thrown,
The marble trophy and the sculptured stone.
No future age thy glories shall recall,
Thy turrets lift, or build the ruin'd wall.
Where the gilt palace pierced th' admiring skies,
The owl shall stun thee with funereal cries;
The baleful dragon through thy gardens rove,
And wolves usurp the consecrated grove.

No shepherd there the wand'ring flock shall spread,
Nor seek repose beneath the tented shed;
No stranger there with devious footstep stray,
Where Horror drear defends the fated way,
Eternal Ruin rears her standard wide,

And Vengeance triumphs o'er the realm of pride.

AN ELEGY.

AN ELEGY ON THE TIMES:

Composed at Boston, during the operation of the Port-Bill.*
August 1774.

OH Boston! late with every beauty crown'd,
Where Commerce triumph'd on the fav'ring gales;
And each pleased eye, that roved in prospect round,
Hail'd thy bright spires and bless'd thy opening
sails!

Thy splendid mart with rich profusion smiled,
The gay throng crowded in thy spacious streets,
From either Ind, thy cheerful stores were fill'd,
Thy haven joyous with unnumber'd fleets.

For here, more fair than in their native vales,
Tall groves of masts arose in beauteous pride;
Glad ocean shone beneath the swelling sails,
And wafted plenty on the bord'ring tide.

* This vindictive Act of the British Parliament placed the town of Boston in a state of naval blockade, and by suppressing all commercial intercourse by sea, was designed to ruin its trade and prosperity.