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No wither'd witch fhall here be feen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays fhall haunt the green, And drefs thy grave with pearly dew.
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary mofs, and gather'd flow'rs,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds, and beating rain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell:
Each lonely fcene fhali thee restore,
Written in the Year 1746.
How fleep the brave, who fink to reft
By all their country's wishes bleft!
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.
aught of oaten ftop, or paftoral song,
May hope, chafte Eve, to foothe thy modeft ear,
Thy fprings, and dying gales;
O nymph referv'd, while now the bright-hair'd fun
O'erhang his wavy bed:
Now air is hush'd, fave where the weak-eyed bat, With fhort fhrill fhriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds
His fmall but fullen horn,
As oft he rifes 'midft the twilight path,
To breathe some soften'd strain,
Whose numbers ftealing thro' thy darkening vale,
May not unfeemly with its ftillness fuit,
As, mufing flow, I hail
Thy genial lov'd return!
For when thy folding-ftar arifing shows
The fragrant hours, and elves
Who flept in buds the day,
And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with fedge, And sheds the freshening dew; and, lovlier ftill, The penfive pleasures sweet
Prepare thy fhadowy car.
Then let me rove fome wild and heathy scene,
By thy religious gleams.
Or if chill bluftering winds, or driving rain,
And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires,
The gradual dusky veil.
While Spring fhall pour his show'rs, as oft he wont,
While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves,
And rudely rends thy robes;
So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace,
Thy gentleft influence own,
And love thy favourite name!
Or, The Shepherd's Moral.
AN ORIENTAL ECLOGUE.
Scene, a Valley near Bagdat.----Time; the Morning.
"YE Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, "And hear how fhepherds pafs their golden days. "Not all are bleft, whom Fortune's hand fuftains "With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: "Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; "Tis Virtue makes the blifs where'er we dwell." Thus Selim sung, by facred Truth inspir'd; Nor praife, but fuch as Truth bestow'd, defir'd: Wife in himself, his meaning fongs convey'd Informing morals to the fhepherd maid ; Or taught the fwains that fureft blifs to find, What groves nor ftreams beftow-a virtuous mind. When fweet and blushing, like a virgin bride, The radiant morn refum'd her orient pride; When wanton gales along the vallies play, Breathe on each flow'r, and bear their sweets away; By Tygris' wand'ring waves he fat, and fung This ufeful lesson for the fair and young:
"Ye Perfian dames," he faid, " to you belong "(Well may they please) the morals of my song: "No fairer maids, I truft, than you are found, "Grac'd with foft arts, the peopled world around! "The morn that lights you, to your loves fupplies "Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes;
you thofe flow'rs her fragrant hands bestow, "And yours the love that kings delight to know.
"Yet think not thefe, all-beauteous as they are,
"Boaft but the worth Balfora's* pearls difplay!
"Self-flatt'ring fex! your hearts believe in vain "That Love fhall blind, when once he fires the fwain; "Or hope a lover by your faults to win, "As spots on ermine beautify the skin : "Who seeks fecure to rule, be firft 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 thepherds fought her on the filent plain; "With Truth fhe wedded in the fecret grove, "Immortal Truth! and daughters bless'd their love. "O hafte, fair maids! ye virtues, come away! "Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! "The balmy fhrub 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 fhall return again.
"Come thou whofe thoughts as limpid fprings are clear, "To lead the train, fweet Modesty ! appear:
"Here make thy court amdft our rural scene,
"And shepherd girls fhall own thee for their queen:
*The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl-fishery.