ΤΟ THE REV. MR. MURDOCH, RECTOR OF STRADDISHALL IN SUFFOLK. M DCC XXXVIII. THUS safely low, my friend, thou can'st not fall: Here reigns a deep tranquillity o'er all; Men, woods, and fields, all breathe untroubled life. A PARAPHRASE ON THE LATTER PART OF THE SIXTH CHAPTER OF ST. MATTHEW. WHEN my breast labours with oppressive care, And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear; Raptures deep-felt his doctrine did impart, Is spread at once upon the sparing board; And the fair body its investing weed? Behold! and look away your low despair See the light tenants of the barren air: Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing song; Yet, your kind heavenly Father bends his eye They neither toil, nor spin, but careless grow, If, ceaseless, thus the fowls of heaven he feeds; SONG. ONE day the god of fond desire, On mischief bent, to Damon said, The shepherd mark'd his treacherous art, The slave in private only bears Your bondage, who his love conceals; But when his passion he declares, You drag him at your chariot-wheels. SONG. HARD is the fate of him who loves, But to the sympathetic groves, But to the lonely listening plain. Oh! when she blesses next your shade, Oh! when her footsteps next are seen In flowery tracks along the mead, In fresher mazes o'er the green, VOL. I. Ye gentle spirits of the vale, To whom the tears of love are dear, From dying lilies waft a gale, And sigh my sorrows in her ear. Oh tell her what she cannot blame, Though fear my tongue must ever bind; Oh tell her that my virtuous flame Not her own guardian angel eyes With chaster tenderness his care, Not purer her own wishes rise, Not holier her own sighs in prayer. But if, at first, her virgin fear Should start at love's suspected name, With that of friendship sooth her ear— True love and friendship are the same. SONG. UNLESS with my Amanda blest, In vain I twine the woodbine bower; Unless to deck her sweeter breast, In vain I rear the breathing flower. Awaken'd by the genial year, In vain the birds around me sing; In vain the freshening fields appear: Without my love there is no spring. |