Be then the beginning found

With the end in unison,
Swifter than the forms around

Are themselves now fleeting on!
Thank the merit in thy breast,

Thank the mould within thy heart,
That the Muses' favour blest
Ne'er will perish, ne'er depart.

1803.*
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TABLE SONG.

[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, on the occasion
of the departure for France of the hereditary prince, who was one
of the number, and who is especially alluded to in the 3rd
verse.]

O'ER me--how I cannot say,--

Heav'nly rapture's growing.
Will it help to guide my way

To yon stars all-glowing?
Yet that here I'd sooner be,