Lowell, John, 1743-1802. A collection of poems by a young gentleman of Harvard Colledge & a young lady of Newbury, 1759-1760. HUD 2759, Harvard University Archives.

On {General} Wolfe ----------------- By a young Lady From Pole to Pole, while echoing fame resounds, And Ev'ry grateful Breast with Joy abounds; While Bards unnumber'd, celebrate that name, So Justly Rank'd in the first lists of fame; Shall not the softer sex their Praise bestow, On him from whom the Charms of freedomw flow! Our tremblin Hearts forego resign'd their native Joy, While horrid war new Albion's sons destroy; Our [Baffl'd?] Troups, our country's woes, proclaim The foe Victorious, and our best Heros slain; We' Pleasing thoughts for anxious [eaic?] resign'd Our [Columbus?] Sorrows fill'd each gen'rous mind. Rapine & Slaughter, (dire effects of war!) And fiery [Bellona?] Thund'ring on her Car! In Dreadful pomp, hurling Distruction [Rohnd?], Our souls engross, and all our Peach confound; 'Tile Heaven relenting to our deliverence succor sent, All Conquering Victorious Wolfe our Ruin to prevent; Glorious in arms, the valient Chief appears, Chears the dull Prospect, and [dispales?] our fears! Nor the great Charge, but with his life Resignd, He, like the fam'd Pelides glory sought, And in the foremost ranks, Victorious fought

On {General} Wolfe Like him, the florious Youth While endless fame his martial Deeds shall tell. While [gallie?] Troy, level with earth is slain, Her Troops Deafeated, and her Hector Slain, Shall then the Hero fall! Shall and not one sigh, Heave the sad breast, or fill the sorrwing eye! Ah no! Our Poignant grief tooplain appears While every eye o're flows with with greateful Tears; Our wounded souls behold the gallant chief, Breath less, & pale, andall our Praises deaf. Apollo lend your aid, preserve his his 'mains, And like Sarpedon, snatch him from the Plains But See! the God of Ocean Swift conveys [For Brittons life?]To Britain's Isle and in her Bosom lays

Her fav'rite son. -- here view the [wa?ing] fair! In Grief Dissolv'd, who with dejected air, In Silent sorrow mourns her lovers fate; Searce the Bright Prospect of his glorious state, Or fame immortal, can her woes abate ________________________________ 3. The forgoing was borrowed of the young Lady who wrote it & without her consent or Prioity publish'd in the New-Hampshire New's Paper Feb 22 1760

The Robin's Address to -

Written by the same young Lady, upon seeing a Gentleman shooting Robins from his Cherry Tree - 1769.

Ah! For a while, restrain your Tyrant Power, And lend an Ear in this destructive Hour, Let soft Compassion plead our hapless Case, And spare at least a Remnant of our Race. How many did this rising Sun survey, Chaunting their Notes all innocently gay? While now no more shall tune the vocal Grove, How they lament their sad ill fated Love Or charm the soul with tender notes of Love; All now on Earth's cold Bosom lifeless laid, How many Widows, Orphans, childless Parents made! In mournful Auents thro' the joyless Grove, How they lament their sad ill fated Love! Hark! how their artless Grief invade the Ear, Hear what Confusion in their songs appear! Grief, Love, Despair their Tortur'd Souls confound, Their poignant Woes each human Heart might wound. Ah! hear your Suppliant; Voice withdraw your [?], And let our feeble Raceonce more [respice?]; Then shall our songs in grateful Numbers flow, Nor more upbraid the Author of our Woe.

Creation and the Fall of Man~ Written by a young Gentleman 1759. Oct 16, the Author of the first Peom in this Collection -------------------------------------------------------------To the great God who dwells above, In sacred Majesty & Love, Whose Name the Crhistian Race were, Whose Pow'r the Pagen Nations fear, Who [forri'd?] the radiant Stars on high, As Emblems of his Purity, Who told each System where to roll. Aligning each his sev'ral Goal, He told each Planet where to run, And Mark'd their Orbits round their Sun, He shew'd inferior Worlds their Way, And bid them round superior play, Thus to supply the distant Day; He mark'd the Comet's Paths on high, And sent them wandering thro' the sky, Bid them their steady Roads pursue, Beyond shortsighted Mortal's View. Thus Nature sets by stated Laws, Yet all proceeds from God the Cause; His [T.J.A.T?] gave all Nature Birth, Atherial some, some duller earth; Beings, of Forms most like his own He plac'd in Circles round this Throne, There to adore and praise his Name, And there his mighty Deeds proclaim. In Pow'r & Magesty the same

Creation, & the Fall of Man.

By his Command, this Earthly Globe Was dress'd in all its glittering Robe, This spacious Ball was by one Throught, Of his to this Perfection brought; The lofty Mountains, and the Seas, The lowely shrubs, and tow'ring Trees Sprang forth from Nought at this Command, In full Perfection from his Hand; The loest Herb that strikes the Eye With Art's most curious Werk may vie; Nor was Creation's smallest Grain By the ALmighty form'd in vain. He plac'd the feather'd Choir in air, His Majesty there to declare, Attuning all their [gentless?] Lays To warble forth their Maker's Praise. He form'd the Fifth --- the Beasts of Prey Whose rav'nous jaws his Will obey, Were form'd by him from lifeless Clay. This World in beauteous order stood, His [?ormer] then pronounc'd it good. But last, ungrateful Man he made, "Be Lord of all," his Maker said, "Without allay enjoy the good, "Each Tree, each Plant shall yeild you Food;