Darkness, O Queen! ne'er call'd before To veil a deed of thine! On borrow'd wheels away she flies, And gratify no curious eyes Arriv'd, a night like noon she sees, As all by instinct, like the bees, Had known their sov'reign come Pleas'd she beheld aloft pourtray'd Unlike the ænigmatic line, So difficult to spell, Which shook Belshazzar at his wine, Soon, wat'ry grew her eyes and dim, None else, except in pray'r for him, It was a scene in ev'ry part Like those in fable feign'd, And seem'd by some magician's art Created and sustain'd. But other magic there, she knew, That cordial thought her spirit cheer'd, Not else unworthy to be fear'd, So, ancient poets say, serene The sea-maid rides the waves, And fearless of the billowy scene With more than astronomic eyes Yet let the glories of a night Like that once seen, suffice, Heav'n grant us no such future sight, THE COCK-FIGHTER'S GARLAND. [May, 1789.] MUSE-Hide his name of whom I sing, Nor speak the School from which he drew Nor place where he was born. That such a man once was, may seem For proof to man, what man may prove, This man (for since the howling wild Gentle he was, if gentle birth Could make him such, and he had worth, If wealth can worth bestow. In social talk and ready jest He shone superior at the feast, Illustrious in the eyes of those Possess'd of every kind. Methinks I see him powder'd red, The mossy rose-bud not so sweet; Can such be cruel?-Such can be With barb'rous sports, whose fell delight One feather'd champion he possess'd, Which never knew disgrace, Nor e'er had fought, but he made flow It chanced, at last, when, on a day, The Master storm'd, the prize was lost, He seiz'd him fast, and from the pit The cord was brought, and at his word, The horrid sequel asks a veil, That can be, shall be, sunk- All, suppliant, beg a milder fate Death menacing on all. But vengeance hung not far remote, 2 For while he stretch'd his clam'rous throat, And heav'n and earth defied, |