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When dark design invades the cheerful hour,

And draws the heart with focial freedom warms 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 himfelf can sind;

Another's faults to Folly's eye are clear,

But to her own e'en Wifdom's felf is blind.

0 let me still, from thefe low follies free,
This fordid malice, and inglorious strife,

Myfelf the fubject of my cenfure be,
And teach my heart to comment on my life.

With thee, Philofophy, still let me dwell,
My tutor'd mind from vulgar meannefs fave;

Bring Peace, bring Quiet to my humble ceil,
And bid them lay the green turf on my grave.

ELEGY III.

]E).UGHT o'er the green hills rofe the mornijlg ray,

The woodlarlt's fong refounded on the plain; Fair Nature felt the warm embrace of day,

And fmil'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 pleafures more fublime
st Than beings of inferior nature prove!

"'To triumph in the golden hours of time,
"And feel the eharms of Fancy and of L»T*1

"High-favour'd Man! for him unfolding fair

"In orient light this native landfcape fmiles; *t For him fweet Hope difarms the hand of Care,

"Exalts his pleafures, and his grief beguiles.

*' Blows not a blossom on the breast of Spring,
"Ereathes net a gale along the bending mead,

"Trills not a fongster of the foaring wing,
"But fragrance, health, and melody fucceed.

"O let me fiiil with fimple Nature live,
"My lowly sield-flowers on her altar lay,

"Enjoy the blessings that fhe meant to give,
*' And calmly waste my inossenfiye d.iy!

"No titled name, ro en'vy-teasing dome,

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

"A cool stream murmur, and a green tree ware. "So may the fweet Euterpe not difdain

"At Eve's chaste hour her silver lyre to bring; fi The'Mufc of Pity w?!ce her foothing strain,

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

"While floating shades of dulky night defcend: "Not left untold the lover's tender talc,

"Nor unenjoy'd the heart-eniarging fiiend. "To love and friendlhip flow the focial bowl!

"To attic wit and elegnnee of mind; "To all the native beiutics of the foul;

"The simple charms of truth, and fenfe resin'd!

"Then ro explore whatever ancient f.ige

"Studious from Nature's early volume drew,

»* To chafe fweet Fiction through her golden age, "And mark how fair the fun-flower, Science, blew 1

"Haply to catch fome fpark of eastern sire,

"Hefperean fancy, or Aonian eafe; H Some melting note from Sappho's tender lyre,

"Some strain that Love and Phœbus taught to pleafe.

"When waves the grey light o'er the mountain's head, '' Then let me meet the morn's sirst beauteous ray;

"Carelefsly wander from my fylvan fhed,

"And catch the fweet breath of the rising day.

"Nor feldom, loitering as I mufe along,

'* Mark from what flower the breeze its fweetnefs bore; "Or listen to the labour-foothing fong

"Of bees that range the thymy uplands o'er.

"Slow let me climb the mountain's airy brow, "The green height gaiu'd, in mufeful rapture lie,

'' Sleep to the murmur of the woods below, "Or look on Nature with a lover's eye.

tt Delightful hours! O thus for ever flow;

"Led by fair Fancy round the varied year: "So lhall 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 fage;

* So Joy mall triumph on the brows of Youth,
"So Hope fhall fmooth the dre-ry paths of Age.

ELEGY IV.

C)k! yet, ye dear deluding Visions, flay!
Fond hopes! of innocence and Fancy born!

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For you Vi\ cast thefe waking thoughts away,

For one wild dream of life's romantic morn. •Ah! no: the funfhine o'er each object fpread,

By flattering Hope, the flowers that blew fo fair, Like the gay gardens of Armida fled,

And vanistVd from the powerful rod of Care. So the poor pilgrim, who in rapturous thought

Plains Ms dear journey to Loretto's slarine, Seems on his way by guardian feraphs brought,

Sees aiding angels favour his delign,. Ambrofial blossoms, fuch of old as blew

By thofe frefh founts on Eden's happy plams And Sharon's rofes all his passage strew:

So Fancy dreams; but Fancy's dreams are vain. Wasted and weary on the mountain's side,

His way unknown, the haplefs pilgrim Hes>
Or takes fome ruthlefs robber for his guide,

Aud prone beneath his cruel fabre dies.
Life's morning-landfcape, gilt with orient light,

Where Hope, and Joy, and Fancy hold their reign, The grove's green wav e, the blue stream fparkling bright,

The blithe hours dancing round Hyperion's wain. In radiant colours youth's free hand pourlrays,

Then holds the flattering tablet to his eye; Nor thinks how foon the vernal grove decays,

Nor fees the dark cloud gathering o'er the iky. Hence Fancy conquer'd by the dart of Pain,

And wandering far from her Platonic fhade, Mourns o'er the ruins of her transient reign,

Nor unrepiniug fees her visions fade.

Their parent baniih'd, hence her children fly,

The fairy race that (ill'd her festive train; Joy tears his wreath, and Hope inverts her eye.

And Folly wonders that her dream was vain.

THE EVENING PRIMROSE.

From the Fables of Flora.

THERE are that love the ihodes of life,

Airj fliun the fplendid walks of fame; There are that hold it rueful strife

To risque Ambition's losing game: That far from Envy's lurid eye

The fairest fruits of Genius rear, Content to fee them bloom and die

In Friendihip's fmall, but genial, fphere. Than vainer flowers, though fweeter far,

The Evening Primrofe shuns the day; Blooms only to the western star, ,

And loves its folitary ray.

In Eden's vale an aged hind,

At the dim twilight's closing hour, On his time-fmoothed stass reclin'd.

With wonder view'd the opening flower. "Ill-fated flower, at eve to blow!"

In pity's simple thought he cries; "Thy bofom must not feel the glow

"Of fplendid funs, or fmiling Ikies.'
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