But happiest they, who drooping realms relieve! To call loft worth from its oppreffive shade; Faint is my bounded blifs; nor I refuse To range where daizies open, rivers roll; While profe or fong the languid hours amufe, And foothe the fond impatience of my foul. Awhile I'll weave the roofs of jasmin bow'rs, And urge with trivial cares the loit'ring year; Awhile I'll prune my grove, protect my flow'rs, Then, unlamented, prefs an early bier! Of thofe lov'd flow'rs the lifeless corfe may fhare; As when their master fmil'd to see them glow. The fequent morn fhall wake the filvan quire ; O! let not gentle DELIA fmile fo foon! While To thee, my DAMON, dare I paint the reft ? Nine envious moons matur'd her growing fhame; HENRY, fhe faid, by thy dear form fubdu'd, I find, I find this rifing fob renew'd : I figh in fhades, and ficken at the fun. Amid the dreary gloom of night, I cry, When will the morn's once pleafing scenes return? Yet what can morn's returning ray supply, But foes that triumph, or but friends that mourn! Alas! no more that joyous morn appears The vocal birds that raife their matin strain, If thro' the garden's flow'ry tribes I ftray, Ye flow'rs! that well reproach a nymph fo frail, Now the grave old alarm the gentler young; And all my fame's abhorr'd contagion flee; Trembles each lip, and faulters every tongue, That bids the morn propitious smile on me. Thus for your fake I fhun each human eye; Left my fad fate fhou'd nourish pangs for you. Raife me from earth; the pains of want remove, Be but my friend; I ask no dearer name; Force Force not my tongue to ask its scanty bread; Haply, when age has filver'd o'er my hair, And pity, welcome, to my native soil.” She spoke-nor was I born of favage race; And vow'd to wafte her life in pray'rs for mine. I faw her foot the lofty bark ascend; I saw her breast with every paffion heave; Brief let me be; the fatal storm arose; The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain ; O'er the tall maft the circling furges clofe; My JESSY-floats upon the wat'ry plain! And-fee my youth's impetuous fires decay; ODES, |