But foon, too foon, in fancy's timid eyes, 5 Wild waves shall roll, and conflagrations spread; While bright in arms, and of gigantic fize, The fear-form'd robber haunts the thorny bed. Let me, in dreadless poverty retir'd, The real joys of life, unenvied, share: Favour'd by love, and by the muse infpir'd, I'll yield to wealth its jealousy and care. 10 On rifing ground, the profpect to command, Unting'd with fmoak, where vernal breezes blow, In rural neatness let my cottage stand; Here wave a wood, and there a river flow. Oft from the neighb'ring hills and pastures round, Nor man pursue the trade of murder near: Far hence, kind heav'n! expel the favage train, Inur'd to blood, and eager to destroy; Who pointed steel with recent flaughter stain, And place in groans and death their cruel joy. K 15 20 Ye Ye pow'rs of focial life and tender fong! 25 For you, my trees fhall wave their leafy fhade; But, O! if plaints, which love and grief inspire, For her, black fadness clouds my brightest day; And chill the living vigour of my foul. Beneath her scorn each youthful ardor dies, In vain the fields of fcience tempt my eyes; In vain for me the mufes ftring the lyre. 40 O! let O! let her oft my humble dwelling grace, Humble no more, if there fhe deign to shine; For heav'n, unlimited by time or place, 45 Stills waits on god-like worth and charms divine. Amid the cooling fragrance of the morn, How sweet with her thro' lonely fields to stray! 50 Her charms the lovelieft landskip shall adorn, And add new glories to the rifing day. With her, all nature shines in heighten'd bloom; With her, the shades of night their horrors lofe, Her voice the mufic of the dawn renews, Its lambent radiance fparkles in her eye. How sweet, with her, in wisdom's calm recess, To brighten foft defire with wit refin'd! Kind nature's laws with facred ASHLEY trace, And view the faireft features of the mind! бо Or borne on MILTON's flight, as heav'n fublime, 65 View its full blaze in open profpect glow; Bless the first pair in Eden's happy clime, Or drop the human tear for endless woe. And when, in virtue and in peace grown old, Long, long on her my dying eyes fuspend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah! whither would thy fancy rove? "Tis thine to languish in unpitied smart ; Tis thine, alas! eternal fcorn to prove, 75 Nor feel one gleam of comfort warm thy heart. 80 But, if my fair this cruel law impose, Pleas'd, to her will I all my foul resign; To walk beneath the burden of my woes, Or fink in death, nor at my fate repine. Yet Yet when, with woes unmingled and fincere, To earth's cold womb in filence I defcend; Let her, to grace my obfequies, appear, 85 And with the weeping throng her forrows blend. Ah! no; be all her hours with pleasure crown'd, . And all her foul from ev'ry anguish free: Should my fad fate that gentle bofom wound, 90 *************** On the DEATH of Mr. POPE: An E LE GY. Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung ; HILE yet I fcarce awake from dumb WH And tepid ftreams profufely bathe my eyes; |