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Or fleeps one colder in his clofe clay-bed

Than t'other in the wide vault's dreary womb?

Hither let Lux'ry lead her loofe-rob'd train, Here flutter Pride on purple-painted wings, And from the moral profpect learn—how Vain The Wish that Sighs for Sublunary Things!



0 'ER moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and As wilder'd and weary'd I roam, (bare,

A gentle young fhepherdefs fees my defpair,
And leads me, o'er lawns, to her home.

Yei!ow sheaves from rich Ceres her cottage had crown'd,
Green ruihcs were strew'd on her floor,

Her cafement fweet woodbines crept wantonly round,
And deck'd the fod feats at her door.

We fat ourfelves down to a cooling repast,
Fresh fruits! and fhe cull'd me the best;

While thrown from my guard by fome glances fhe cast,
Love flyly stole into my breast.

1 told my foft wiihe6; fhe fweetly reply'd, (Ye Virgins! her voice was divine!)

*' I've rich oneUrcjected, and great ones deny'd,
"But take me, fond Shepherd—I'm thine."

Her air was fo modest, her afpect fo meek,
So fimple, yet fweet, were her charms!

I kifs'd the ripe rofes that glow'd on her check,
And lock'd the dear maid in my arms.

Now jocund together we tend a fV « flieep,

And if by yon' prattler, the flr(-:ms ReclinM on her bofom.I link ;j i(fleep,

Her image still foftens my dream.

Together we range o'er the flow-riling hills.

Delighted with pastoral views,
Or rest on the rock whence the streamlet distils,

And point out new themes for my Mufe.
To pomp or proud titles ihe ne'er did afpire;

The damfel's of humble defcent:
The cottager Peace is wrl! known for her sire,

And fhepherds have nam'd her Content.




CHILDREN of Fancy, wither are ye fled i

Where have ye borne those hope-enliven'd hours,

That once with myrtle garlands bound my head,
That once bestrew'd my vernal path with flowers J

In yon fair vale, where blooms the beechen grove,
V.'here winds the flow wave thro' the flowery plain,

To thefe fond arms you led the tyrant Love,
With Fear, and Hope, and Folly in his train.

My lyre, that, left a; carelefs distante, hung

Light on fome pale branch of the ofier lhade, To lays of amorous blandilhment you strung,

And o^er my fleep the lulling mufic play'd. "Rest, gentle youth! while on the quivering breeze

"Slides to thine ear this fostly breathing strain; ** Sounds that move fmoother than the steps of eafe,

"And pour oblivion in the ear of pain.

*' In this fair vale eternal fpring fhall fmile,

"And Time onenvjoUS crown each rofeate hour;

"Eternal joy Dial! every care beguile,

"breathe in each gale, and bloom in every flower.

"This filver stream, that down its crystal way,
"Frequent hat; led my mufmg steps along,

"Shall, still the fame, in funny mazes play,
(l And with its murmurs melodife thy fong.

"Unfading green shall thefe fair groves adorn;

"Those living n-.eads immortal Bo wets unfold; '* In rofy fmiles fnail rife each blusning morn,

"And every evening clofe in clouds of gold,

"The tender Loves that watch thy ilumbering rest,

'* And round thee flowers aud balmy myrtles strew, *' Shail charm, thro' all approaching life, thy breast,

"With joys for ever pure, for ever new. "''he genial power that fpeeds the golden dart,

"'Each charm of' tender pa'lioii shall infpire; ** With fond affection611 the mutual heart,

"And feed the tlamc of ever-young Deiire. ** Come, gentle Lovt-s! your myrtle garlands bring;

*t The fmiling bower with eluster'd rofes fpread;

V Come, gentle Airs! with incenfe-dropping wing, "The breathing fweets of vernal odour Ihed.

"Hark, as the strains of fwelling malic rife,
"How the notes vibrate on the fav'ring gale!

"Aufpicious glories beam along the ikies,

"And powers unfeen the happy moments hail!

"Extatic hours! fo every distant day

** Like this ferene on downy wings fhall move;

"Rife crown'd with joys that triumph o'er decay, ** The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love."


A.ND were they vain, thofe foothing lays ye fung!

Children of Fancy! yes, your fong was vain; On each foft air though rapt Attention hung

And Silence listen'd on the steeping plain.

The strains yet vibrate on my ravisliM ear,
And still to fmile the mimic beauties feem,

Though now the vifionary fcenes appear
Like the faint traces of a vanifh'd dream.

Mirror of life! the glories thus depart

Of all that Youth, and Love, and Fancy frame,

When painful anguilh fpeeds the piercing dart,
Or Envy blasts the blooming stow'rs of Fame.

Nurfe of wild wiihes, and of fond desires,
The prophetefs of Fortune, falfe and vain,

To fcenes where Peace in Ruin's arms expires
Fallacious Hope deludes her haplefs train.

Go, Syren, go; thy charms on others try;

My beaten bark at length has reach'd the lhore:

Yet on the rock my dropping garments lie;
And let me perifli, if 1 trust thee more.

Come, gentle Quiet! long-neglected maid!

O come, and lead me to thy mossy cell; There unregarded in the peaceful shade,

With culm Repofe and Silence let me dwell.

Come happier hours of fweet unanxious rest,
When all the stru^glm^, passions shall fubside;

When Peace lhall clafp me to her plumy breast,
And fmooth my silent minutes as they glide.

But chief, thpu goddefs of the thoughtlefs eye,

Whom never cares or, passions difcompofe, O blest infenfibility, be nigh,

And with thy foothing hand my weary eyelids clofe. Then fhall the cares of Love and Glory ceafe,

And all the fond anxieties of Fame; Alike regardlefs in the arms of Peace,

If thefe extol or thofe debafe a name.

In Lyttleton though all the mufes praife,

His generous praife shall then delight no more,

Nor the fweet magic of his tender lays

Shall touch the bofom which it charm'd before.

Nor then, though Malice with insidious guife
Of friendfrip ope the unfufpecting breust;

Nor then, though Envy broach her blackening lies,
Shall thefe deprive me of a moment's rest.

O state to be desir'd 1 when hostile rage

Prevails in human more than favage haunts;

When man with man eternal war will wage,
And never yield that mercy which he wants.

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