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Pity may mourn, but not restore;
Within this sublunary sphere
Upon a mountain's airy stand,
A num’rous progeny divine
As now the maid in ftature grew (A flow'r just op'ning to the view) Oft through her native lawns she stray'd, And wrestling with the lambkins play'd ; Her looks diffulive sweets bequeath’d, The breeze grew purer as the breath'd ; The morn her radiant blush assum'd, The spring with earlier fragrance bloom'd;
And Nature yearly took delight,
But when her rising form was seen
O joyful cause 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, Whose doubted period none can know ; Whose due direction who can find, Where reason's mute, and sense is blind? Ah, what unequal leaders these, Through such a wide perplexing maze! Then mark the warnings of the wise, And learn what love and years advise.
Far to the right thy prospect bend, Where yonder tow'ring hills afcend; Lo, there the arduous path's in view Which Virtue and her fon's pursue ; With toil o'er less'ning earth they rise, And gain, and gain upon the skies. Narrow's the way her children tread, No walk for pleasure smoothly spread, But rough, and difficult, and steep, Painful to climb, and hard to keep.
Fruits immature those lands dispense, A food indelicate to sense,
Of taste unpleasant; yet from those
Hence, as they scale that heav'nly road,
At length, the toilsome journey o'er, And near the bright celestial shore, A gulph, black, fearful and profound, Appears, of either world the bound, Through darkness leading up to light; Sense backward shrinks, and shuns the fight; For there the transitory train Of time, and form, and care, and pain, And matter's gross, incumb’ring mass, Man's late associates cannot pass ; But linking, quit th’immortal charge, And leave the wond'ring foul at large ; Lightly she wings her obvious way, And mingles with eternal day.
Thither, oh thither wing thy speed, Though pleasure charm or pain impede! To such th' All-bounteous Pow'r has given, For present earth, a future heaven ; For trivial lufs, unmeasur'd gain; And endless bliss for transient pain,
Then fear, ah! fear, to turn thy sight
Hence is the frame of health unbrac'd,,
But list to what thy fates declare ;
Thy form be loath'd by ev'ry eye,
Thus arm'd with words of potent found,
Awe-struck, the much-admiring crowd Before the virgin-vision bow'd; Gaz’d with an ever-new delight, And caught fresh virtue at the fight; For not of earth's unequal frame They deem the heav'n-compounded dame; If matter, sure the most refin'd, High-wrought, and temper'd into mind, Some darling daughter of the day, And body'd by her native ray.
Where'er the passes, thousands bend, And thousands where the moves, attend; Her ways obfervant eyes confess, Her steps pursuing praises bless; While to the elevated maid, Oblations, as to Heav'n, are paid.
'Twas on an ever-blithfome day, The jovial birth of rosy May, When genial warmth, no more fuppreft, New melts the frost in ev'ry breast; The cheek with secret flushing dyes, And looks kind things from chaliest eres;