CLELTA to URANIA. An ODE

The dismal Regions which no Sun beholds, Whilst his Fires roll some distant World to cheer, Which in dry Darkness, Frost, and chilling colds, Spend one long Portion of the dragging Year, At his returning Infl'ence never knew More Joy, than Clelia, when she thinks of You.

Those Zealots who adore the rising Sun Would soon their daring Deity despise, And with more warm, more true Devotion run, To worship nobler Beams Urania's Eyes; Had they beheld her lovely Form Divine, Where Rays more glorious, more attracting, shine.

But, Ah! frail Mortals, tho' you may admire At a convenient distance all her Charms, Approach Them, and you'll feel a raging Fire, Which scorches deep, and all your Pow'r disarms; Thus like th' Arabian Bird, your Care proceeds From the bright Object, which your Pleasure heeds.