A Farewel to Apollo and the Muses, at Glassnevin

Adieu! ye green ambrosial Bow'rs!
Ye friendly calm Retreats, farewel!
Where Converse crowns the blissful Hours,
And blameless Mirth and Pleasure dwell.

Where oft, intranc'd, I happy lay,
From every anxious Care retir'd,
In Fancy's Visions pass'd the Day,
By smiling Solitude inspir'd.

The Muses there exulting rise,
And spread alost their verdant Pride,
With Arms uprais'd repel the Skies,
Shading their sacred Fountain's Side;

Whose copious Spring inspiring slows,
A living Stream, for ever clear;
Where e'er it glides each Flower grows,
And purple Daisies deck the Year.

There Phoebus, with unclouded Ray,
Propitious shines serenely bright;
His genial Pow'r adoms the Day,
And warms with vital Beams the Night.

By Fortune forc'd to foreign Climes
From thy hospitious Shades to roam,
Accept, sweet Place! these parting Rhimes
I pay to thee, my friendly Home!

Sacred to thee, my grateful Lyre
Shall oft thy absent Shades deplore;
Thy absent Shades shall wake its Wyre,
On Albion's wide resounding Shore.

No length of Time shall e'er deface
Thy Image in my thankful Breast:
Reflection there thy Form shall trace,
In lasting Characters impress'd.

In thee my Worth and Wit prevail!
In thee the blooming Laurel grow!
May Health be wasted in each Gale,
And Plenty's Cup still social flow!

Long thy Apollo there display
The Virtues of his gen'rous Mind,
Diffusing, like the God of Day,
His bounteous Beams on all Mankind,