To Edward Noel Long, Esq

"Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico." --HORACE. Dear LONG, in this sequester'd scene, While all around in slumber lie, The joyous days, which ours have been Come rolling fresh on Fancy's eye; Thus, if, amidst the gathering storm, While clouds the darken'd noon deform, Yon heaven assumes a varied glow, I hail the sky's celestial bow, Which spreads the sign of future peace, And bids the war of tempests cease.…