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Or fleeps one colder in his clofe clay-bed
Hither let Lux'ry lead her loose-rob'd train,
O'ER moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and
As wilder'd and weary'd I roam,
A gentle young fhepherdefs fees my defpair,
And leads me, o'er lawns, to her home. Yellow fheaves from rich Ceres her cottage had crown'd, Green rushes were ftrew'd on her floor,
Her cafement fweet woodbines crept wantonly round, And deck'd the fod feats at her door.
We fat ourselves down to a cooling repast,
Fresh fruits and the cull'd me the best;
I told my foft wishes; fhe fweetly reply'd,
Her air was fo modeft, her afpect so meek,
Now jocund together we tend a few sheep,
Her image ftill foftens my dream.
Together we range o'er the flow-rifing hills,
Or reft on the rock whence the streamlet diftils,
The cottager Peace is well known for her fire,
THE VISIONS OF FANCY,
IN FOUR ELEGIES.
CHILDREN of Fancy, wither are ye fled?
Where have ye borne those hope-enliven'd hours, That once with myrtle garlands bound my head, That once beftrew'd my vernal path with flowers
In yon fair vale, where blooms the beechen grove,
My lyre, that, left at care lefs diftance, hung
And o'er my fleep the lulling mufic play'd. "Reft, gentle youth! while on the quivering breeze "Slides to thine ear this foftly breathing ftrain; "Sounds that move smoother than the steps of ease, "And pour oblivion in the ear of pain.
"In this fair vale eternal fpring fhall fmile,
"And Time unenvious crown each rofeate hour; 66 Eternal joy fhall every care beguile,
"Breathe in each gale, and bloom in every flower. "This filver fream, that down its cryftal way, "Frequent has led my mufing steps along, "Shall, fill the fame, in funny mazes play, "And with its murmurs melodife thy fong.
Unfading green fhall thefe fair groves adorn; "Thole living meads immortal flowers unfold; "In rofy fmiles fhall rife each blushing morn,
"And every evening clofe in clouds of gold.
"The tender Loves that watch thy flumbering reft, "And round thee flowers and balmy myrtles ftrew, Shall charm, thro' all approaching life, thy breast, With joys for ever pure, for ever new.
The genial power that speeds the golden dart, "Each charm of tender paflion fhall infpire; With fond affection fill the mutual heart,
And feed the flame of ever-young Defire.
"Come, gentle Loves! your myrtle garlands bring; "The fmiling bower with clufter'd rofes fpread;
"Come, gentle Airs! with incenfe-dropping wing, "The breathing fweets of vernal odour shed.
"Hark, as the ftrains of fwelling mufic rife,
"And powers unfeen the happy moments hail! "Extatic hours! fo every diftant day
"Like this ferene on downy wings fhall move; "Rife crown'd with joys that triumph o'er decay, "The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love."
Of all that Youth, and Love, and Fancy frame,
Nurfe of wild wishes, and of fond defires,
The prophetess of Fortune, falfe and vain, To scenes where Peace in Ruin's arms expires Fallacious Hope deludes her hapless train.
Go, Syren, go; thy charms on others try;
My beaten bark at length has reach'd the shore:
Yet on the rock my dropping garments lie;
With calm Repose and Silence let me dwell.
But chief, thou goddefs of the thoughtless eye,
O bleit Infenfibility, be nigh,
And with thy foothing hand my weary eyelids clofe. Then fhall the cares of Love and Glory ceafe,
And all the fond anxieties of Fame; Alike regardlefs in the arms of Peace, If thefe extol or thofe debafe a name.
In Lyttleton though all the mufes praise,
His generous praife fhall then delight no more, Nor the fweet magic of his tender lays
Shall touch the bofom which it charm'd before.
Nor then, though Malice with infidious guife
Nor then, though Envy broach her blackening lies,
Oftate to be defir'd when hoftile rage
Prevails in human more than favage haunts; When man with man eternal war will wage,
And never yield that mercy which he wants.