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A* Giant-bat, with leathern wings outspread,
With earnest gaze the ftill, enamour'd crew Mark the fair forms; and, as they pass, pursue ; But round the steepy rocks, and dangerous strand, Rolls + the white furf, and shipwreck guards the land.
So, when of old, Sicilian shores along, Enchanting Syrens trill'd th' alluring song, Bound to the mast the charm'd Ulysses hears, And drinks the sweet tones 'with insatiate ears ; Strains the trong cords, upbraids the prosp?rous gale, And siglıs, as Wisdom spreads the flying fail.
Now leads HUMANITY the destin'd way, Where all the Loves in Otaheite stray.
two little tufts of curled w! feathers, called its poies, which, being the Otaheitean word for ear-rings, occafioned our giving that name to the bird ; which is not more remarkable for the beauty of its plumage, than for the exquisite melody of its note."
* A Giant-bat.-The bats which Captain Cook saw in some of these countries were of incredible dimentions, measuring three feet and a half in breadth, when their wings were extended.
ť Rolls the white forf._" Aš we passed this island, many of its trees had an unusual appearance, and the richness of the vegetation much invited our naturalifts to land, but their earnest wishes were in vain, from the dangerous rccfs and the violence of the surfs."
To bid the Arts disclose their wond'rous pow'rs,
Thou smiling Eden of the fouthern wave, Could not, alas! thy grateful wishes fave That angel-goodness, which had bless'd thy plain ?--Ah! vain thy gratitude, thy wilhes vain ! On a far distant, and remorseless More, Where human fiend: their dire libations pour; Where treachery, hov'ring o'er the blasted hcath, Poises with ghastly smile the darts of death, Pierc'd by their venom'd points, your favorite bleeds, And on his limbs the lust of hunger feeds !
Thus when, of old, the Muse-born Orpheus bore Fair Arts and Virties to the Thracian shore ; Struck with sweet energy the warbling wire, And pour'd persuasion from the immortal lyre ; As foften'd brutes, the waving woods among, Bow'J their meek heads, and listen'd to the fong ; Near, and more near, with rage and tumult loud, Round the bold bard th' inebriate maniacs crowd.--Red.on thungrateful foil his life-blood swims, And Fiends and Furics tear his quiv’ring limbs !
Chafien'd love.--Captain Cook obferves, in his fecond voyage,
that the women of Otaheite where grown more modeft, and that the barbarous practice of destroy. ing their children was lessened.
Gay Eden of the south, thy tribute pay,
Come, Oberea, hapless fair-one! come,
But ah!maloft on Albion's rocky lleep,
* Morai,- The Morai is a kind of funeral altar, which the people of Otaheite raise to the memory
of their deceased friends. They bring to it a daily tribute of fruits, flowers, and the plumage of birds. The chief mourner wanders around it in a state of apparent distraction, shrieking furiously, and striking at intervals a shark's tooth' into her head. All people fly her, as she aims at wounding not only herself, but others.
'Tis not his fails !--thy husband comes no more !
Yet, tho' through life is loft each fond delight, Tho' set thy earthly fun in dreary night, Oh ! raise thy thoughts to yonder starry plain, And own thy sorrow selfish, weak, and vain; Since, while Brittannia, to his virtues just, Twines the bright wreath, and rears th' immortal buit ; While on each wind of heav'n his fame shall rise, In endless incense to the smiling skies ; THE ATTENDANT Power, that bade his fails expand, And waft her blessings to each barren land, Now raptur'd bears him to th' immortal plains, Where Mercy hails him with congenial strains ; Where foars, on Joy's white plume, his spirit free, And angels choir hím, while he waits for THEE.