And Love is ftill an emptier found, . The modern fair one's jest ; • On earth unseen, or only found • To warm the turtle's nest. For shame, fond youth ! thy sorrows hush, ' And spurn the sex !' he said : But, while he spoke, a rising blush His love-lorn guest betray'd. Swift mantling to the view, As bright, as transient too. Alternate spread alarms; A maid in all her charms. " A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd, “ Where Heaven and you refide! « But let a maid thy pity share, " Whom love as taught to stray ; “ Who seeks for reft, but finds despair Companion of her way. “ My father liv'd beside the Tyne, “ A wealthy lord was he ; " And all his wealth was mark'd as mine ; “ He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arme “ Unnumber'd suitors came ; " Who prais'd me for imputed charms, “ And felt, or feign’d a flame. " Each hour a mercenary crowd “ With richest proffers ftrove; " Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, " But never talk'd of love. “ In humble, simplest habit clad, “ No wealth or pow'r had he; 6 Wisdom and worth were all he had, “ But there were all to me. “ The blossom op'ning to the day, • The dews of heaven refin'd, " Could nought of purity difplay " To emulate his mind. « The dew, the blossoms of the tree, “ With charms inconftant shine : " Th charms were his; but, woe to me! “ Their constancy was mine. « For ftill I try'd each fickle art, “ Importunate and vain ; " And, while his passion touch'd my heart, “ I triumph'd in his pain : “ He left ine to my pride ; “ In secret, where he dy'd, “ And well my life shall pay ; “ And fretch me where he lay! “ And there forlorn, despairing hid, « l'll lay me down and die ; 66 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, “ And so for him will I !"" • Forbid it, Heav'n!' the Hermit cry'd, And clasp'd her to his breast : The wond’ring fair-one turn'd to chidemme 'Twas Edwin's self that press’d. • Turn, Angelina, ever dear ; • My charmer, turn to see • Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here, • Restor'd to love and thee. • Thus let me hold thee to my heart, • And ev'ry care resign: • And shall we never, never party • My life my all that's mine ? • No, never from this hour to part; We'll live and love lo true, • The figh that rends thy con tant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too!' JAGO. THE BLACKBIRDS, AN ELEGY. And kindly loos'd the frozen foil ; N 'Twas then, amid the vocal throng, Whom nature wakes to mirth and love, A Blackbird rais'd his amorous song, And thus it echo'd thro' the grove : « O fairest of the feather'd train! « For whom I fing, for wbom I burn; « Attend with pity to my strain, “ And grant my love a kind return. “ For see, the wintry forms are flown, “ And gentle zephyrs fan the air ; « Let us the genial influence own, « Let us the vernal pastime hare. of The raven plumes his jetty wing, “ To please his croaking paramour ; “ The larks responsive ditties fing, “ And tell their paffion as they soar. “ But trust me, love, the raven's wing “ Is not to be compar'd with mine; « Nor can the lark so sweetly sing “ As I, who étrength with sweetness join. “ O, let me all thy steps attend ! “ I'll point new treasures to thy sight; “ Whether the grove thy wilh befriend, « Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright. « f'll Thew my love the cleareft rill, “ Whose streams among the pebbles Atray; “ These will we fip, and lip our fill, " Or on the flow'ry margin play. " I'll lead her to the thicket brake, “ Impervious to the school-boy's eye; " For her the plaster'd neft I'll make, " And on her downy pinions lie. " When prompted by a mother's care, “ Her warmth shall form th' imprison d young, 66 The pleasing task I'll gladly share, « Or cheer her labours with my song. “ To bring her food I'll range the fields, " And cull the best of ev'ry kind; " Whatever nature's bounty yields, " And love's affiduous care can find. or And when my lovely mate would stray, “ To taste the summer sweets at large, " I'll wait at home the live-long day, r. And tend with care our little charge. “ Then prove with me the sweets of love, « With me divide the cares of life ; " No bush shall boast in all the grove “ So fond a mate, so bless'd a wife.” He ceas'd his song. The melting dame, With soft indulgence heard the strain ; She felt, she own'd, a mutual flame, And hafted to relieve his pain. And nestled closely to her fide; And she the most delighted bride. “ Behold,” he said, “ the new-born day! " The lark his matin peal has rung, " Arise, my love, and come away." |