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"With thee he Chastity, of all afraid, "Distrusting all, a wife fufpicious maid; "But man the most—not more the mountain doe "Holds the fwift falcon for her deadly foe. "Cold is her hreast, like flow'rs that drink the dew; '* A silken veil conceals her from the view. "No wild delires amidst thy train he known, "But Faith, whofe heart is nx'd on one alone: "Defponding Meeknefs, with her downcast eyes, "And friendly Pity, full of tender fighs; , "And Love the last. By thefe your hearts approve; "Thefe are the virtues that must lead to love."
Thus fung the fwain; and ancient legends fay, The maids of Bagdat verify'd the lay: . • .;
Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along;
THE FEMALE SEDUCERS.
Tis faid of widow, maid, and wife,
The trav'sler, if he chance to stray,
Polluted Dreamt again are pure,
Though distant ev'ry hand to guide,
Are there no fusF'rmgs to atone For but a fingle error ?—None. Though woman is avow'd, of old, No daughter of celestial mould, Her temp'ring not without allay, And form'd but of the siner clay, We challenge from the mortal dame The strength angelic natures claim; Nay more—for facred stories tell. That e'en immortal angels fell.
Whatever sills the teeming fphere Of humid earth, and ambient air, With varying elements endu'd, Was form'd to fall, and rife reuew'd.
The stars no six'd duration know; Wide oceans ebb, again to flow; The moon repletes her waning face, AU beauteous from her late difgrace;
And funs, that mourn approaching night,
In vain may death aud.time fubdue,
And must weak woman then difown
But mould the fpark of vestal sire
'Within this fublunary fphere
Upon a mountain's airy stand,
A num'rous progeny divine
As now the maid in stature grew
^nd Nature yearly took delight. Like her, to dress the world in white.
But when her rifmg form was feen To reach the crisis of sifteen, Her parents up the mountain's head With anxious step their darling led; By turns they fnatch'd her to their hreasti And thus the fears of age exprefs'd:—
O joyful caufe of many a care! O daughter, too divinely fair! Yon world, on this important day, Demands thee to a dang'rous way; A painful journey all must go, W hofe douhted period none can know; Whofe due direction who can sind, Where reafon's mute, and fenfe is hlind? Ah, what unequal leaders thefe, Through fuch a wide perplexing maze! Then mark the warnings of the wife, And learn what love and years advife.
Far to the right thy profpect hend, Where yonder tow'ring hills afcend; ► Lo, there the arduous path's in view Which Virtue and her fon's purfue; With toil o'er lefs'ning earth they rife, And gain, and gain upon the ikies. Narrow's the way her children tread, No walk for pleafure fmoothly fpread, But rough, and dissicult, and steep, Painful to climh, and hard to keep.
Fruits immature thofe lands difpenfe, A food indelicate to fenfe,