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Together thro' the fields they stray'd,
And to the murmuring riv'let's fide;
When, oh! with grief the Mafe relates
Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, "My dear!
"Hafte, hafte away! from danger fly! "Here, gunner! point thy thunder here; "O, fpare my love, and let me die !"
At him the gunner took his aim;
Divided pair forgive the wrong,
Written on the last Day of August.
HARD by yon copfe, that skirts the flow'ry vale,
As late I walk'd to taste the ev'ning breeze,
A plaintive murmur mingled in the gale,
And notes of forrow echo'd thro' the trees.
Touch'd by the penfive found, I nearer drew;
Lodg'd her lov'd covey in a neighb'ring brake.
And closer to their feath'ry friend they prefs'd.
"From the vile fport of unrelenting men.
"For foon as dawn shall dapple yonder skies,
"The flaughtering gunner, with the tube of fate, "While the dire dog the faithless stubble tries, "Shall perfecute our tribe with annual hate. "O may the fun, unfann'd by cooling gale, "Parch with unusual heat th' undewy ground; "So fhall the pointer's wonted cunning fail,
"So shall the sportsman leave my babes unfound. "Then fhall I fearlefs guide them to the mead ; "Then fhall I fee with joy their plumage grow;
"Then fhall I fee (fond thought) their future breed,
"And every transport of a parent know! "But if fome victim must endure the dart,
"And fate marks out that victim from my race, "Strike, strike the leaden vengeance thro' this heart! O fpare my babes! and I the death embrace.
FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON.
Where mid-day fun had feldom fhone,
A fwain, towards full-ag'd manhood wending,
"My youth's first hope, my manhood's treasure,
"Some truths from long experience flowing, "Worth more than royal grants, receive; "For truths are wealths of Heav'n's bestowing, “Which kings have feldom power to give.
Since, from an ancient race defcended, "You boaft an unattainted blood, "By yours be their fair fame attended, "And claim by birth-right-to be good. "In love for every fellow-creature, "Superior rife above the crowd; "What most ennobles human nature
"Was ne'er the portion of the proud.
"Be thine the generous heart that borrows
"This is the temper most endearing,
"Tho' wide proud pomp her banner spreads, "An heavenlier power good-nature bearing, "Each heart in willing thraldom leads. "Tafte not from fame's uncertain fountain "The peace-deftroying streams that flow, " Nor from ambition's dangerous mountain "Look down upon the world below. "The princely pine on hills exalted,
"Whose lofty branches cleave the sky, "By winds, long brav'd, at last affaulted, "Is headlong whirl'd in duft to lie; "While the mild rofe, more fafely growing, "Low in its unaspiring vale, "Amid retirement's shelter blowing, "Exchanges fweets with ev'ry gale.
"Wish not for beauty's darling features, "Moulded by Nature's partial pow'r,
"For fairest forms 'mong human creatures
"I saw, the pride of all the meadow,
"Nor let vain wit's deceitful glory
"Lead you from Wisdom's path astray ; "What genius lives renown'd in story, "To happiness who found the way? "In yonder mead behold that vapour, "Whofe vivid beams illufive play, "Far off it feems a friendly taper,
"To guide the trav'ller on his way;
"But fhould fome hapless wretch, pursuing,
"There feek the never-wasted treasure