James Thomson

Evelina, "Eulogium on Thomson's Seasons" Massachusetts Magazine or Monthly Museum 3 (February 1791) 112.

Sure, 'tis sweet nature's voice so soft I hear,
Yes! Thomson! nature's in thy magick lay;
'Tis from thy pen her glowing charms appear,
Bright as the morn! unfading as the day!

Thy tender story of the traveller lost,
In pensive, gentle strains, devoid of art;
Wraps the poor wanderer child in cold and frost,
And asks the tribute of a feeling heart.

Lavinia's story, with such pathos told,
Her widow'd mother, and her tender youth,
Awake the softer passions of the soul,
And lure the mind to virtue and to truth.

And thou, ill fated and lamented pair,
Revolving years had scarce proclaim'd thy dawn,
When the quick light'ning's dreadful vivid glare,
Blasted the rose's bud, but left the thorn.

Thine is a mournful melancholy tale,
Which fills the eye with sympathetick dew;
Amelia's once fair form, now dead and pale,
Fancy beholds, and trembles at the view.

Oh! matchless author of the moving scene,
Long hast thou slumber'd in the silent urn;
May thy turf bloom with an unfading green,
And thou to fond remembrance oft return.