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The fainter forms of sadness please;
My sorrows are of softer kind.
Through this still valley let me stray,
Rapt in some strain of pensive GRAY:'
Whole lofty genius bears along
The conscious dignity of fong;
And fcorning from the facred store
To waste a note on Pride or lower,
Roves through the glimmering twilight gloom,
And warbles round each ruftic tonib:
He too, perchance (for well I know,

His heart can melt with friendly woe),
He too, perchance, when these poor limbs are laid,
Will heave one tuneful agh, and soothe my hovering

fhade.

BEATTIE.

RETIREMENT,

AN ODE.
W HEN in the crimson cloud of even,

The ling'ring light decays,
Am Hesper on the front of heaven

His glittering gem displays;
Deep in the filent vale, unseen,

I.elide a lulling stream,
A pensive youth of placid mien,

Indulged his tender theme.
He cliffs, in hoary grandeur pild,
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Ye woods, along whose winding wild

Murmurs the folemņ gale ;
Where Melancholy strays forlorn,

And Woe retires to weep,
What time the wan moon's yellow horn

Gleams on the western deep :
To you, ye waftes, whose artless charms

Ne'er drew Ambition's eye,
'Scap'd a tumultuous world's alarms,

To your retreats I fly.
Deep in your most fequefter'd bow's

Let me at last recline,
Where Solitude, mild, modeft pow'r !

Leans on her ivy'd thrine.
How shall I woo thee, matchless fair!

Thy heavenly fimile how win;
Thy smile, that smooths the brow of Care,

And stills the storm within ?
O wilt thou to thy fav’rite grove

Thine ardent votary bring,
And bless his hours, and bid them move

Serene, on ülent wing!
Oft let remembrance foothe his mind

With dreams of former days,
When in the lap of Peace reclin'd

He fram'd his infant {ays;
When Fancy rov'd at large, nor Care,

Nor cold Diftruft alarm’d,
Nor Envy, with malignant glare,

His fimple youth had harın'd. "Twas then, 0 Solitude, to thee

His carly vows were paid,

From heart fincere, and warm, and free,

Devoted to the shade!
Ah, why does Fate his fteps decoy,
. In stormy paths to roam,
Remote from all congenial joy?

O take the wanderer home!
Thy shades, thy filence, now be mine,

Thy charms my only theme;
My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pipe

Waves o’er the gloomy stream; Whence the scar'd owl, on pinions grey,

Breaks from the rufling boughs,
And down the lone vale fails away,

To more profound repose.
O while to thee the woodland pours

Its wildly warbling fong,
And balmy from the bank of flowers

The Zephyr breathes along,
Let no rude found invade from far,

No vagrant foot be nigh,
No ray from Grandeur's gilded car,

Flash on the fartled eye!
But if some pilgrim through the glade

Thy hallow'd bow'rs explore,
O guard from harm this hoary head,

And liften to his lore;
For he of joys divine hall tell,

That wean from earthly woe,
And triumph o'er the miglity apell

That chains this heart below. For me no more the path invites

Ambition loves to tread ;

No more I'll climb those toilsome heights

By guileful Hope mised;
Leaps my fond Anttering heart no more

To Mirth's enliv’ning firain ;
For present pleasure foon is o'er,

And all the past is vain.',

THE HERMIT.

AT the clofe of the day, when the hamlet is ftill,

And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove ; When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,

And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove: 'Twas thus, by the cave of a mountain afar,

While a harp rung symphonious, a Hermit began No more with himself, or with Nature at war,

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. « Ah, why all abandon'd to darkness and woe!

" Why, lone Philomela ! that languishing fall ? For spring shall return, and a lover bestow,

“ And sorrow no longer thy bosom inthrall; " But if Pity inspire thee, renew the sad lay, Mourn, sweetest complainer; man calls thee to

« mourn! O foothe him whose pleasures, like thine, pass away!

“ Full quickly they pass—but they never return ! " Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky,

The moon, half extinguish'd, her crescent displays: « But lately I mark'd, when majestic on high

" She thone, and the planets were loft iu her blaze.

** Roil on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue

" The path that conducts thee to splendor again : « But man's faded glory what change thall renew!

“ Ah, fool! to exult in a glory so vain ! so 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;

" I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you ; * For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,

“ Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with “ Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; [dew :

“ Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save : " But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ?

"O when Mall it dawn on the night of the grave;">

• 'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betray'd,

"That leads to bewilder ; and dazzles, to blind; “My thoughts wontto roam, from 1hade onward to shade:

Deftruction before me, and Sorrow behind :' “) pity, great Father of Light,” then I cry'd, « Thy creature, who fain would not wander from

" Thee ! « Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride: " From doubt and from darkness thou only canft

" free." * And darkness and doubt are now flying away ;

No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. "So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray,

The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. • See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph defcending,

• And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! • O'er the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are

blending, "And beauty imınortal awakes from the tomb.'

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