Poems on several choice and various subjects occasionally composed by an eminent author ; collected and published by Sergeant-Major P.F.

Before the Second Part Of DODONAS GROVE.

FRom the pure Air of Greece, the ancient Nource Of Learning, and Philosophy's chief Source, Dodona sends her Trees to re-salute The Queen of Iles; they all this while stood mute, And muffled in a close unlucky Fog, That the whole Grove appear'd like one great Log. VVhen a fresh Breeze did Blow, and re-inspire Their Leafs with Language like an Orphean Lyre, To tell the gazing world what a dire stroke, Or fatal clap of Thunder crush'd the Oke; How all the Shrubs grew Wood, and strangely mad, As if some Hemlock them intoxed had:

And how the Thistle that Blue round-top'd Weed Did by his prickles all these mischiefs breed. If in this Bleaker Air Dodona finds To nip her Buds any Malignant Winds, She quickly can transplant without despair, To shoot Her blossoms in some gentler Air.