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No wither'd witch shall here he feen,

No gohlins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green,

And drefs thy grave with pearly dew. The red-hreast oft at evening hours

Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary mofs, and gather'd flow'rs,

To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling winds, and heating rain,
In tempest shake thy fylvan cell;

Or 'midst the chace on every plain,

The tender thought on thee lhall dwell:

f ach lonely fcene shali thee restore,
For thee the tear he duly shed;

Belov'd, till life can charm no more;
And mourn'd, till Pity's felf he dead.

ODE,

Written in the Year 1746.

How deep the hrave, who sink to reft
By all their country's wishes hlest 1
When Spring, with dewy singers cold,
Returns to deck their hailow'd mould,
She there shall drefs a fweeter fod,
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.

By Fairy hands their knell is rung.
By forms unfeen their dirge is fung;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
To blefs the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom lhall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

ODE,

TO EVENING.

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral fong,

May hope, chaste Eve, to foothe thy modest ear,

Like thy own folemn fprings,

Thy fprings, and dying gales;

O nymph referv'd, while now the bright-hairM fun Sits in yon western tent, whofe cloudy lkirts,

With brede ethereal wove,

O'erhang his wavy beti:

Now air is huih'd, fave where the weak-eyed bat, With fliort ihrill flirick flits by on leathern wing,

Or where the beetle winds

His fmall but fullen horn,
As oft he rifes 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim bon e in heedlefs hum:

Now teach me, maid compos'd,

To breathe fome foften'd strain, Whofe numbers stealing thro' thy darkening vale, May not unfeemly with its stillnefs fuit,

As, mufmg slow, 1 hail

Thy genial lovM return!

For when thy folding-star arifmg (howa
His paly circlet, at his warning lamp

The fragrant hours, and elves

Who flept in huds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her hrows with feds t, And sheds the freshening dew; and, lovlier still,

The pensive pleafures fweet

Prepare thy fhadowy car.
Then let me rove fome wild and heathy fcene,
Or sind fame ruin 'midst its dreary dells,

Whofe walls more awful nod

By thy religious gleams.
Or if chill hlustering winds, or driving rain,
Prevent my willing feet, he mine the hut,

That from the mountain's side

Views wilds and fwelling floods,
And hamlets hrown, and dim-difcover'd fpires,
And hears their simple hell, and marks o'er all

Thy dewy singers draw

The gradual ousky veil. While Spring shall pour his show'rs, as oft he wont, And hathe th; hreathing trefles, meekest Eve!

While Summer loves to fport

Beneath thy lingering light;
While fallow Autumn sills thy lap with leaves,
Or Winter, yelling through the trouhlous air,

Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy rohes;
So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, fmiling Peace,

Thy gentlest influence own,

And love thy favourite name!

SELlM;
Or, The Shepherd's Moral.

AN ORIENTAL ECLOGUE.
Scene, a Valley near Bagdat Time; the Morning.

^ Iste Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, "And hear how fhepherds pafs their golden days. "Not all are hlest, whom Fortune's hand fustains "With wealth in courls, nor all that haunt the plains "Well may your hearts helieve the truths I tell; "'Tis Virtue makes the hlifs where'er we dwell."

Thus Selim sung, hy facred Truth infpir'd; Nor praife, hut fuch as Truth hestow'd, desir'd: Wife in himfelf, his meaning fongs convey'd Informing morals to the fhepherd maid; Or taught the fwains that furest hlifs to sind, What groves nor streams hestow—a virtuous mind.

When fweet and hlushing, like a virgin hride, The radiant morn refumM her orient pride; When wanton gales along the vallies play, Breathe on each flowV, and hear their fweets away; By Tygris' wand'ring waves he fat, and fung This ufeful lesson for the fair and young:

"Ye Perfian dames," he faid, " to you helong "(Well may they pleafe) the morals of my fong; "No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, st Grac'd with foft arts, the peopled world around! "The morn that lights you, to your loves fupplies * Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes; "For you thofe siow'rs her fragrant hands hestow, "And yours the love that kings delight to know.

M .

"Yet think not thefe, all-beauteous as they are,

"The best kind blessmgs Heaven can grant the fair:

"Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray,

"Boast but the worth Bahbra's* pearls difplay 1

ft Drawn from the deep, we own the furface bright;

"But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light.'

*' Such are the maids, and fuch the charms they boast,

"By fenfe unaided, or to virtue lost.

«' Self-flatt'ring fex! your hearts believe in vain

"That Love lhall blind', when once he sires the fwain;

"Or hope a lover by your faults to win,

"As fpots on ermine beautify the lkin:

« Who feeks fecure to rule, be sirst her care

"Each softer virtue that adorns the fair;

"Each tender pafsion man delights to sind,

"The lov'd perfection of a female mind I'

"Blest were the days when Wisdom held her reign, "And fhepherds fought her on the silent plain; '* With Truth lhe wedded in the fecret grove, "Immortal Truth ! and daughters blefs'd their love,

"O haste, fair maids! ye virtues, come away! "Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! "The balmy shrub for you shall love our fhore, "By Ind excel I'd, or Araby, no more,

44 Lost to our sields, for fo the fates ordain, "The dear deferters lhall return again. "Come thou whofe thoughts as limpid fprings are clear,, "To lead the train, fweet Modesty! appear: *• Here make thy court amdst onr rural fcene, "And fhepherd girls fhall own thee for their queen:

* The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl-fishery.

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