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Down, that anchors on the air;
Clouds, that paint their changes there;
Seas, that fmoothly dimpling lie,
While the storm impends on high,
Shewing, in an obvious glafs,
Joys, that in poffession pase;

Tranfient, sickle, light, and gay.
Flats ring, only to betray;
What, alas, can life contain!
Life! like all its circles—vain.

Will the stork, intending rest,
On the billow build her nest?
Will the bee demand his store
From the bleak and bladelefs more t
Man alone, intent to stray,
Ever turns from wisdom's way;
Lays up wealth in foreign land,
Sows the fea, and ploughs the fand.
Soon this elemental mafs,
Soon th' incumVring world lhall pafs;
Form be wrapt in wasting sire,
Time be fpent, and life expire.

Then, ye boasted works of men,
Where is your afylum then?
Sons of pleafure, fons of care,
Tell me, mortals, tell me where?
Gone, like traces on the deep,
Like a fceptre grafp'd in steep,
Dews exhal'd from morning glades,
Melting fnows, and gliding lhades.

Pafs the world, and what's behind?
Virtue's gold, by sire resin'd;
From an univerfe deprav'd,
From the wreck of nature fav'd.

Like the life-fupporting grain,
Fruit of patience, and of paw,
On the fwain's autumnal day,
Winnow'd from the chass away.
Little trembler, fear no more,
Thou hast plenteous crops in store;
Seed, by genial forrows fown,
More than all thy fcorners own.

What though hostile earth defpife,
Heaven beholds with gentler eyes;
Heaven thy friendlefs steps shall guide,
Cheer thy hours, and guard thy side.
When th' fatal trump fhall found,
When th' immortals pour around,
Heaven fhall thy return attest,
Hail'd by myriads of the blefs'd.
Little native of the skies,
Lovely Penitent, arife!
Calm thy bofom, clear thy brow,
Virtue is thy sister now.
More delightful are my woes
Than the rapture Pleafure knowt;
Richer far the weeds I bring,
Than the robes that grace a king.
On my wars, of shortest date.
Crowns of endlefs triumph wait;

On roy cares a period hlefs' d j
On my toils eternal rest.

Come, with Virtue at thy side;
Come, he ev'ry har defy'd,
Till we gain our native fhore;
Sister, come, and turn no more.

GOLDSMITH.

EDWlN AND ANGEL1NA,

A BALLAD.

*' TTuRN, gentle Hermit of the dale,

"And guide my lonely way, "To where yon taper cheers the vale

"With hofpitahle ray. ** For here forlorn and loft I tread,

"With fainting sleps and flow; "Where wilds, immeafurahly fpread,

"Seem length'ning as I go."

« Forhear, my fon,' the Hermit cries,

'To tempt the dang'rous gioom; ,

* For yonder phantom only flies

« To lure thee to thy doom.

'Here to the houfelels child of want 'My door is open still;

* And though my portion is hut fcant, * I give it with good will*

* Then turn to-night, and freely ihare

* Whate'er my cell bestows;

* My rulhy couch and frugal fare,

* My blessing and repofe.

* No flocks that range the valley free

* To flaughter I condemn;

* Taught by that Pow'r that pities me#

'I learn to pity them:

* But from the mountain's grassy side

* A guiltlefs feast I bring;

* A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupplyM,

'And water from the fpring,

* Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego j

* All earth-born cares are wrong:

* Man wants but little here below,

* Nor wants that little long.'

Soft as the dew from heav'n defcends,

His gentle accents fell;
The modest stranger lowly bends.

And follows to the cell.

Tar in a wildernefs obfcure

The lonely mansion lay;
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor,

And strangers led afsray.

No stores beheath its humble thatch

Requir'd a master's care -3
The wicket op'ning with a latch,

Receiv'd the harmlefs pair.

And now, when bufy crowds retire
To take their eVarog resi,

The Hermit trimin'd his little sire,

And cheer'd his penfive guest; And fpread his vegetable store,

And gaiiy prefs'j, and fmiPd; And ikill'd in legendary lore,

The ling'ring hours beguil'd.
Around in fympathetic mirth

Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,

The crackling faggot flies.

But nothing could a charm impart,

To Ibothe the stranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,

And tears began to flow.
His rising cares the Hermit fpy'd,

With anfwering care opprefs'd: 'And whence, unhappy youth,' he cryM,

'The forrows of thy breast?

* From better habitations fpurn'd,

'Ratuctant dost thou rove?

* Or grieve for friendfhip unreturn'd,

'Or unregarded love?

'Alas I the joys that Fortune brings

'Are trifling, and decay; 'And thofe who prize the paltry things

'More trifling still than they. 'And what is Friendfhip but a name;

'A charm that lulls to fleep;

* A shade that follows wealth or fame,

'And leaves the wretch to weep?

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