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No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempest shake thy sylvan cell ; Or 'midit the chace on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell: Each lonely scene fhali thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd, till life can charm no more ;
And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Written in the Year 1746.
How Neep the brave, who fink to rest
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modeft ear, ‘Like thy own folemn springs,
Thy (prings, and dying gales; O nymph reserv’d, while now the bright-hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With bredé ethereal wove,
O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hush', save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek Aits by on leathern wing,
Or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen horn,
Now teach me, maid compos'd,
To breathe fome foften'd strain, Whose numbers stealing thro' thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit,
As, mufing flow, I hail
Thy genial lov'd return!
The fragrant hours, and elves
Who Nept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with fedge, And sheds the freshening dew; and, lovlier still,
The pensive pleasures sweet
Prepare thy shadowy car.
Whose walls more awful nod
By thy religious gleams.
That from the mountain's fide
Views wilds and swelling floods,
Thy dewy fingers draw
The gradual dusky veil. While Spring shall pour his show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing trefies, meekest Eve!
While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy lingering light;
Affrights thy shrinking train,
Thy gentlest influence own,
AN ORIENTAL ECLOGUE. Scene, a Valley near Bagdat..---Time; the Morning. * Ye Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, • And hear how shepherds pass their golden days. “ Not all are bleft, whom Fortune's hand sustains “With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains : " Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; " 'Tis Virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell.”
Thus Selim sung, by sacred Truth inspir'd;
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
* Ye Persian dames," he said, to you belong (Well may they please) the morals of my song : “ No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, " Grac'd with soft arts, the peopled world around ! "The morn that lights you, to your loves supplies “Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes ; " For you those pow'rs her fragrant hands bestow, “And yours the love that kings delight to know.
«Yet think not these, all-beauteous as they are, “ The best kind blessings Heaven can grant the fair : " Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray, « Boast but the worth Balfora's* pearls display! - Drawn from the deep, we own the furface bright; “ But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light. " Such are the maids, and such the charms they boast, “ By fense unaided, or to virtue lost. “ Self-flatt'ring sex! your hearts believe in vain " That Love shall blind, when once he fires the Twain ; 6. Or hope a lover by your faults to win, “ As spots on ermine beautify the skin : « Who seeks fecure to rule, be first her care " Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair; “ Each tender paffion man delights to find, “ The lov'd perfection of a female mind !
« Bleft were the days when Wisdom held her reign, “ And shepherds fought her on the filent plain; • With Truth the wedded in the secret grove, “ Immortal Truth ! and daughters bless'd their love.
“ O haste, fair maids! ye virtues, come away! " Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! “ The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore,
By Ind excell'd, or Araby, no more.
“ Loft to our fields, for fo the fates ordain, " The dear deferters shall return again, • Come thou whofe thoughts as limpid springs are clearg • To lead the train, sweet Modesty! appear: " Here make thy court amdit our rural scene, " And thepherd girls shall own thee for their queen:
* The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl-fishery.