For the CENOTAPH at ERMENONVILLE.

  STRANGER! the MAN OF NATURE lies not here:

  Enshrin'd far distant by his [1] rival's side

  His relics rest, there by the giddy throng

  With blind idolatry alike revered!

  Wiselier directed have thy pilgrim feet

  Explor'd the scenes of Ermenonville. ROUSSEAU

  Loved these calm haunts of Solitude and Peace;

  Here he has heard the murmurs of the stream,

  And the soft rustling of the poplar grove,

  When o'er their bending boughs the passing wind

  Swept a grey shade. Here if thy breast be full,

  If in thine eye the tear devout should gush,

  His SPIRIT shall behold thee, to thine home

  From hence returning, purified of heart.

[Footnote 1: Voltaire.]

Birth-Day Odes.

                   O my faithful Friend!

  O early chosen, ever found the same,

  And trusted and beloved! once more the verse

  Long destin'd, always obvious to thine ear,

  Attend indulgent.