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What Fate referv'd me for this Christian race f? "O race more poliuVd, more fevere than they!

Ye prowling wolves, purfue my latest cries!

"Thou hungry tiger, leave thy reeking den!

Ye fandy wastes, in rapid eddies rife!

"O tear me from the whips and scorns of men!

Yet in their face fuperior heauty glows:

"Are fmiles the mein of rapine and of wrong?

t Yet from their lip the voice of mercy flows,

"And e'en religion dwells upon their tongue. * Of hlifsful haunts they tell, and hrighter climes, "Where gentle minds, convey'd hy death, repair:

tt But stain'd with hlood, and crimfon'd o'er with crimes^ "Say, shall they merit what they paint fo fair?

"No, carelefs, hopelefs, of thofe fertile plains,
"Rich hy our toils, and hy our forrows gay,
"They ply our lahours, and enhance our pains,

"And feign thefe distant regions to repay. "For them our tusky elephant expires;

"For them we drain the mine's emhowel'd gold , "Where rove the hrutal nation's wild desires?

'' Our limhs are purchas'd, and our life is fold! "Yet shores there are, hlefs'd mores, for us remain,

"And favour'd ifles, with golden fruitage crown'd, "Where tufted flow'rets paint the verdant plain,

"Where ev'ry hreeze shall med'eine ev'ry wound; "There the stem tyrant that emhitters life,

'* Shall, vainly fuppliant, fpread his asking hand; u There shall we view, the hillow's raging strife, "Aid the kind hreast, and waft his hoat to land." + Spoke hy a Savage.

NANCY OF THE VALE,

A BALLAD.

The western sley was purpled o'er

With ev'ry pleafmg ray,
And flocks reviving felt no more

The fultry heats of day.

When from an azle's artlefs bower
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue;
He blest the fcene, he blest the hour,

While Nancy's praife he fung.
!' Let fops with sickle falflicod range

"The paths of wanton love, "While weeping maids lament their change,

"And fadden ev'ry grove: "But endlefs blessings crown the day

"I faw fair E'sham's dale! "And ev'ry blessing sind-its way "To Nancy of the Vale! "'Twas from Avona's banks the maid

"Dissus'd her lovely beams, "And ev'ry shining glance difplay'd "The Naiad of the streams. "Soft as the wild-duck's tender young,

"That float on Avon's tide, '• Bright as the water-lily, fprung, "And glitt'ring near its side.

"Fresh as the bord'ring flow'rs her bloom, *.' Her eye all mild to view;

W The little halcyon's azure plume
"Was never half fo blue.

"Her shape was like the reed so fleek,
"So taper, straight, and fair;
Her dimpled fmile, her blufhing cheek,
"How charming fweet they were!

"Far in the winding vale retir'd,

"This peerlefs bud I found, "Ami shadowing rocks and woods confpir'd '* To fence her beauties, round.

V That Nature in fo lone a dell

"Should form a nymph fo fweet! '.' Or Fortune to her fecret cell "Conduct my wand'ring feet!

"Gay lordlings fought her for their bride, "But lhe would ne'er incline;

"Prove to your equals true, (she cry'd,) '.' As I will prove to mine.

'* 'Tis Strcphon, on the mountain's brow, u. Has won my right good will:

"To him I gave my plighted vow, "With him I'll climb the hill.

V Struck with her charms and gentle truth, "I clafp'd the constant fair;

"To her alone I gave my youth,

"And vow my future care. "And when this vow shall faithlefs prove,

"Or I thofe charms forego,

V The stream that faw our tender love, (> That stream shall ceafe to flow."

THE SCHOOL-MISTRESS.

IN IMITATION OF SPENSER.

Auditce voces, vagitus et ingent,

Infantumque animueflentes m l/mintprimo. Virg.

me! full forely is my heart forlorn,
To think how modest worth neglected lies,'
While partial Fame doth with her blast adorn,
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguife,
Deeds of ill fort, and mifchievous emprize:
Lend me thy clarion, Goddefs! let me try
To found the praife of Merit ere it dies,
Such as I oft have chaunced to efpy
Lost in the dreary fhades of dull obfcurity.

In ev'ry village, mark'd with little fpire,
EuibowerM in trees, and hardly known to Fame,
There dwells, in lonely lhed and mean attire,
A matron old, whom we School-mistrefs name,
Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame;
They grieven fore, in piteous durance pent,
Aw'd by the power of this relentlefs dame, ,
And oft times, on vagaries idly bent,
For unkempt hair, or talk unconn'd, arc forely fhent.

And all in sight doth rife a birchen tree,
Which Learning near her little dome did stowe,
Whilom a twig of fmall regard to fee,
Though now fo wide its waving branches flow,
And work the simple vassals mickle woe;
For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew.

But their limbs fliudder'd, and their pulfe beat low,
And, as they look'd, they found their horror grew,

And ihap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view.
!so have I feen (who has not may conceive)
A lifelefs phantom near a garden plac'd;
So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave,
Of sport, of fong, of pleafure, of repast;
They start, they stare, they wheel, they look aghast;
Sad fervitude! fuch comfortlefs annoy
May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste,
Ne fuperstition clog his dance of joy,

Ne vision empty, vain, his native blifs destroy.
Near to this dome is found a patch fo green,
On which the tribe their gambols do difplay,
And at the door impris'ning board is feen,
Lest weakly wights of fmaller size ihould stray,
Eager, perdie, to balk in funny day!
The noifes intermix'd, which thence refound,
Do Learning's little tenement betray,
Where sits the dame, difguis'd in look profound,

And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven fnow,
Emblem right meet of decency does yield;
JHer apron, dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe,
As is the hare-bell that adorns the sield;
And in her hand, for fceptre, fhe doth wield
Tway birchen fprays, with anxious fear entwin'd,
With dark distrust and fad repentance sill'd,
And steadfast hate, and fharp affliction join'd,

And fury uncontroul'd, and chastifement unkind.
Few but have kenn'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd,
The childilh faces of old Æol'e train,

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