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5 Come, gentle Airs! with incense-dropping wing,

" The breathing sweets of vernal odour shed. « Hark, as the strains of swelling music rise,

" How the notes vibrate on the fay’ring gale! « Auspicious glories beam along the skies,

" And powers unseen the happy moments hail! « Extatic hours! so every distant day

“ Like this serene on downy wings shall move; “ Rise crown’d with joys that triumph o'er decay, “ The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love."

ELEGY II. AND were they vain, those foothing lays ye sung!

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

And Silence listend on the fleeping plain. The strains yet vibrate on my ravish'd ear,

And fill to simile the mimic beauties seem, Though now the visionary scenes appear

Like the faint traces of a vanish'd dream. Mirror of life! the glories thus depart

Of all that Youth, and Love, and Fancy frame, When painful anguish speeds the piercing dart,

Or Envy blasts the blooming flow'rs of Fame, Nurse of wild wishes, and of fond desires,

The prophetess of Fortune, false and vain,
To scenes where Peace in Ruin's arms expires

Fallacious Hope deludes her hapless train.
Go, Syren, go; thy charms on others try;
My beaten bark at length has reach'd the shore :

Yet on the rock my dropping garments lie;

And let me perish, if I trust thee more. Come, gentle Quiet! long-neglected maid !

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

With calm Repose and Silence let me dwell. Come happier hours of sweet unanxious rest,

When all the struggling paßions shall subfide; When Peace shall clasp me to her plumy breast,

And imouth my filent minutes as they glide. But chief, thou goddess of the thoughtless eye,

Whom never cares or paffions discompose, O bleit infenfibility, be nigh,

And with thy foothing hand my weary eyelids close. Then tha!l the cares of Love and Glory cease,

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

If thele extol or those debase a name.
In Lyttleton thougb all the muses praise,

His generous praise mail then delight no more, Nor the sweet magic of his tender lays

Shall touch the bosom which it charm'd before. Nor then, though Malice with insidious guise

Of friend thip ope the unsuspecting breast; Nor then, though Envy broach her blackening lies,

Shall these a. prive me of a moment's reft. Oftate to be desir'd' when hoftile rage

Prevails in human more than savage haunts; When man with man eternal war will wage,

And never yield that mercy which he wants.

When dark design invades the cheerful hour,

And draws the heart with social freedom warmg Its cares, its wishes, and its thoughts to pour,

Smiling insidious with the hopes of harm. Vain man, to others' failings still fevere,

Yet not one foible in himself can find ; Another's faults to Folly's eye are clear,

But to her own e'en Wisdom's self is blind. O let me ftill, from these low follies free,

This fordid malice, and inglorious itrife, Myself the subject of my censure be,

And teach my heart to comment on my life. With thee, Philosophy, still let me dwell,

Ivy tutor'd mind from vulgar neanness fave; Bring Peace, bring Quiet to my humble cell,

And bid them lay the green turf on my grave.

ELEGY III. BRIGHT o'er the green hills rose the morning ray,.

The woodlark's song resounded on the plain; Fair Nature felt the warm embrace of day,

And smil'd through all her animated reign, When young Delight, of Hope and Fancy born,

His head on tufted wild thyme half-reclin'd, Caught the gay colours of the orient morn,

And thence of life this picture vain design'd. “O born to thoughts, to pleasures more sublime

" Than beings of inferior nature prove ! "To triumph in the golden hours of time,

" And feel the charms of Fancy and of Lore!

“ High-favour'd Man! for bim unfolding fair

" In orient light this native landscape fmiles; “ For him (weet Hope difarms the hand of Care,

“ Exalts his pleasures, and his grief beguiles. « Blows not a blofscm on the breast of Spring,

“ Ereathes not a gale along the bending mead, “ Trills not a songster of the foaring wing,

“ But fragrance, health, and melody succeed. Olet me fiiil with simple Nature live,

« My lowly field-flowers on her altar lay, “ Enjoy the blesings that the meant to give,

" And calmly waste my inoffensive day! No titled name, no en’vy-teasing dome,

" No glittering wealth, my tutor’d wishes crave; " So Health and l'eace be near my humble home,

“ A cool stream murmur, and a green tree wave. “ So may the sweet Euterpe nct disdain

At Eve's chafie hour her Glver lyre to bring; " The Muse of Pity wake her soothing strain,

" And tune to Sympathy the trembling string. “ Thus glide the penfive moments, o'er the vale

" While foatirg shades of dusky night descend: « Not left untold the lover's tender tale,

" Nor unenjcy'd the heart-enlarging friend. 66 To love and friendship flow the social bowl!

" To attic wit and elegance of mind; 66 To all the native beauties of the soul;

6I he simple charms of truth, and sense refin'd! br Then to explore whatever ancient sage

« Studious trom Nature's early volume drew,

* To chase sweet Fiction through her golden age,

“ And mark how fair the sun-flower, Science, blew! “ Haply to catch fomne fpark of eaftern fire,

“ Hesperean fancy, or Aonian ease; « Some melting note from Sappho's tender lyre,

“ Some strain that Love and Phæbus taught to please. " When waves the grey light o'er the mountain's head,

“ Then let me meet the morn's first beauteous ray; “Carelessly wander from my fylvan fhed,

And catch the sweet breath of the rising day. "Nor seldom, loitering as I muse along,

“Mark from what flower the breeze its sweetness bore; " Or liften to the labour-soothing song

“ Of bees that range the thymy uplands o’er. " Slow let me climb the mountain's airy brow,

“ The green height gaiu’d, in museful rapture lie, “ Sleep to the murmur of the woods below,

" Or look on Nature with a lover's eyè. " Delightful hours ! O thus for ever flow;

“Led by fair Fancy round the varied year: " So shall my breast with native raptures glow,

“ Nor feel one pang from folly, pride, or fear. “Firm be my heart to Nature and to truth,

"Nor vainly wander from their dictates sage;
“ So Joy shall triumph on the brows of Youth,
“ So Hope shall iimooth the dreary paths of Age.

OH! yet, ye dear deluding Visions, stay!

Fond hopes! of Innocence and Fancy born!

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