Not Thule's waves fo wildly break As when on fummer's fweetest day, Sudden the lightning's blaft defcends, But when, to clear his ftormy breast, And ebbing paffions funk to reft, then what anguish he betray'd! The meek-ey'd dawn, in faffron robe, The birds their vernal notes repeat, When pious ELDRED walk'd abroad That done-he left his woodland glade, He lov'd to court the ftranger shade, Within the bofom of a wood, While many a prouder caftle fell, The house where guardian virtues dwell Of Eglantine an humble fence Around the manfion flood, Which charm'd at once the ravish'd sense, And screen'd an infant wood. The wood receiv'd an added grace, The fmallnefs of the ftream did well This manfion own'd an aged Knight, As heaven juft fhews to human fight His youth in many a well fought field His bofom like a well worn fhield, The vigour of a green old age And forrow more than age can break, One darling daughter footh'd his cares, A young And BIRTHA was her name. Her heart a little facred fhrine, She rear'd a fair and fragrant bower Of wild and ruftic tafte, And there fhe fcreen'd each fav'rite flower From every ruder blast. And not a fhrub or plant was there But did fome moral yield; For wifdom, by a father's care, Was found in every field. The trees whofe foliage fell away, While fair, perennial greens that stood, As types of the fair mind he viewed He taught her that the gaudieft flowers While the fweet-fcented rofe hall af, And here the virgin lov'd to lead And here the oft retir'd to read, And oft retir❜d to pray. Embower'd fhe grac'd the woodland shades, From courts and cities far, The pride of Caledonian maids, The peerlefs northern ftar. As fhines that bright and blazing ftar, When failing thro' the cloudlefs air, SO BIRTHA fhone -But when she spoke As on the ravish'd air fhe broke, O blefs thy BIRTHA, Power Supreme, "In whom I live and move, "And bless me moft by bleffing him "Whom more than life I love.". She starts to hear a ftranger's voice, The ftranger loft in tranfport food, The virgin blush which spreads her cheek, With Nature's pureft dye, And all thofe dazling beams which break, Like morning from her eye. He view'd them all, and as he view'd With filent wonder long they gaz'd, "O facred Virtue, heavenly power! 66 Thy wonderous force 1 feel; "I gaze, I tremble, I adore, "Yet die my love to tell. "My fcorn has oft the dart repell'd "Which guileful beauty threw, "But goodness heard, and grace beheld, "Muft every heart fubdue." |