AN ODE .

O Wisdom! sacred Pow'r, descend,
Propitious, from thy native skies;
Our new Society befriend,
And teach us Virtue's aid to prize:
May true Philosophy impart
It's energy to warm the Heart,
And meliorate the curious mind;
And lofty Poetry inspire
The Soul with Heav'n's informing fire —
A Love for ALL M ANKIND .

This Institution shall encrease,
Like rising Morn's celestial light:
Here Study, blest with placid Peace,
Shall make the Intellect more bright:
Encourag'd by the Wife and Good,
May this Society, endu'd
With Merit, grace our native land —
And, cherish'd by the gen'rous Fair,
May Genius bays unfading wear,
Enwreath'd by B EAUTYS Hand.