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Waking he started from the ground in hafte,
And saw the beauteous choir around him plac'd ;
Then, fummoning his senseș, ran to meet
The queen, and laid him humbly at her feet.
Deign, lovely princess, to behold, faid he,
One, who has travers'd all the world to fee
Those charms, and worship thy divinity :
Accept thy flave, and with a gracious smile
Excuse his rashness, and reward his toil.
Stood motionless the fair with mute surprize,
And read him over with admiring eyes;
And while she fted fast gaz'd, a pleasing smart
Ran thrilling thro' her veins, and reach'd her heart.
Each limb the scann'd, confider'd ev'ry grace,
And sagely judg’d him of the phenix' race.
An animal like this she ne'er had known,
And thence concluded there could be but one ;
The creature too had all the phenix air ;
None but the phonix cou'd appear fo fair.
The more she look'd, the more the thought it true,
And call'd him by that name, to fhew she knew.
O handsome phoenix, for that such you are
We know; your beauty does your breed declare ;
And I with forrow own thro' all
coast No other bird can fuch perfection boast ; For Nature form’d you single and alone : Alas! what pity 'tis there is but one !..
Were there a queen so fortunate to shew
An aviary of charming birds like you,
What envy wou'd her happiness create
In all, who saw the glories of her state !
The prince laugh'd inwardly, furpriz'd to find
So strange a speech, so innocent a mind.
The compliment indeed did some offence
To reason, and a little wrong'd her sense ;
He cou'd not let it pass, but told his name,
And what he was, and whence, and why he came;
And hinted other things of high concern
For him to mention, and for her to learn;
And she 'ad a piercing wit, of wond'rous reach
To comprehend whatever he cou'd teach.
Thus hand in hand they to the palace walk,
Pleas'd and instructed with each other's talk.
Here, shou'd I tell the furniture's expence,
And all the structure's vast magnificence,
Describe the walls of shining saphire made,
With emerald and pearl the floors inlaid,
And how the vaulted canopies unfold
A mimic heav'n, and flame with gems and gold;
Or how Felicity regales her guest,
The wit, the mirth, the music, and the feast;
And on each part bestow the praises due,
'Twould tire the writer, and the reader too.
My amorous tale a softer path pursues :
Love and the happy pair demand my Muse.
O cou'd her art in equal terms express
The lives they lead, the pleasures they possess !
Fortune had ne'er fo plenteously before
Bestow'd her gifts, nor can fhe layish more.
Tis heav'n itself, "tis ecstacy of bliss,
Uninterrupted joy, untir'd excess;
Mirth following mirth the moments dance away;
Love claims the night, and friendship rules the day.
Their tender çare no cold indiff'rence knows;
No jealoufies disturb their sweet repose;
No fickness, no decay, but youthful grace,
And constant beauty Ahines in either face.
Benumming age may mortal charms invade,
Flow'rs of a day that do but bloom and fade ;
Far diff'rent here, on them it only blows
The lilly's white, and spreads the blushing rose;
No conquest o'er those radiant eyes can boast;
They like the stars shine brighter in its froft ;
Nor fear its rigour, nor its rule obey;
All seasons are the same, and ev'ry month is May.
Alas ! how vain is happiness below!
Man foon or late must have his share of woe;
Slight are his joys, and fleeting as the wind;
His griefs wound home, and leave a fting behind.
His lot diftinguish'd from the brute appears
Less certain by his laughter than his tears ;
For ignorance too oft our pleasure breeds,
But forrow from the reas'ning foul proceeds.
If man on earth in endless bliss cou'd be,
The boon, young prince, had been beftow'd on thee.
Bright fhone thy stars, thy Fortune flourish'd fair,
And seem'd secure beyond the reach of care,
And so might still have been, but anxious thought
Has dalh'd thy cup, and thou must taste the draught.
It so befel, as on a certain day
This happy couple toy'd their time away,
He ak'd how many charming hours were fown,
Since on her flave her heav'n of beauty shone.
Should I consult my heart, cried he, the rate
Were small, a week wou'd be the utmost date :
But when my mind reflects on aởtions paft,
And counts its joys, time must have fled more fast.
Perhaps I might have said, three months are gone.
Three months! replied the fair, three months alone!
Know that three hundred years have roll'd away,
Since at my feet the lovely phoenix lay.
Three hundred years ! re-echo'd back the prince,
A whole three bundred years compleated since
I landed here ! O! whither then are flown
My dearest friends, my subjects, and my throne?
How ftrange, alas ! how alter'd shall I find
Each earthly thing, each scene I left behind !
Who knows me now? on whom shall I depend
To gain my rights ? where fhail I find a friend?
My crown perhaps may grace a foreign line,
A race of kings, that know not me nor minė;
Who reigns may with my death, his subjects treat
My claim with scorn, and call their prince a cheat.
Oh had my life been ended as begun !
My destin'd stage, my race of glory run,
I shou'd have died well pleas'd; my honour'd name
Had liv'd, had flourish'd in the list of fame;
Reflecting now my mind with horror fees
The fad survey, a scene of shameful ease,
The odious blot, the scandal of my race,
Scarce known, and only mention'd with disgrace.
The fair beheld him with impatient eye,
And red with anger made this warm reply.
Ungrateful man! is this the kind return
My love deserves; and can you thus with scorn
Reject what once you priz'd, what once you swore
Surpass'd all charms, and made ev'n glory poor?
What gifts have I bestow'd, what favours thewn!
Made you partaker of my bed and throne;
Three centuries preserv'd in youthful prime,
Safe from the rage of death, and injuries of time,
Weak arguments ! for glory reigns above
The feeble ties of gratitude and love.
them not, nor wou'd request your stay ;
The phantom glory calls, and I obey ;
All other virtues are regardless quite,
Sunk and absorb'd in that superior light.
Go then, barbarian, to thy realms return,
And thew thyself unworthy my concern;