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" What Fate reserv'd me for this Christian racet?
“ O race more polish'd, more severe than they! « Ye prowling wolves, pursue my latest cries !
“ Thou hungry tiger, leave thy reeking den ! 6. Ye sandy wastes, in rapid eddies rise!
“ O tear me from the whips and scorns of men! “ Yet in their face superior beauty glows : " Are smiles the mein of rapine and of wrong
? “ Yet from their lip the voice of mercy flows,
“ And e'en religion dwells upon their tongue. « Of blissful haunts they tell, and brighter climes,
“ Where gentle minds, convey'd by death, repair : “ But stain'd with blood, and crimfon'd o'er with crimes,
“ Say, shall they merit what they paint so fair ? “ No, careless, hopeless, of those fertile plains,
“ Rich by our toils, and by our forrows gay, " They ply our labours, and enhance our pains,
« And feign these distant regions to repay. • For them our tulky elephant expires ;
« For them we drain the mine's embowel'd gold, “ Where rove the brutal nation's wild defires ?
" Our limbs are purchas'd, and our life is fold! 6 Yet thores there are, bless'd fhores, for us remain,
“ And favour'd ines, with golden fruitage crown’d, " Where tufted flow'rets paint the verdant plain,
“ Where ev'ry breeze fall med’cine ev'ry wound: " There the stern tyrant that embitters life,
“ Shall, vainly suppliant, spread his asking hand; 66 There shall ve view, the billow's raging strife, " Aid the kind breaft, and waft his boat to land.”
Spoke by a Savage,
NANCY OF THE VALE,
The western sky was purpled o'er
With ev'ry pleasing ray,
The sultry heats of day.
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue ;
While Nancy's praise he sung. “Let fops with fickle falfhood range
“ The paths of wanton love, “ While weeping maids lament their change,
" And sadden ev'ry grove : " But endless blessings crown the day
“ I saw fair E'sham's dale ! “And ev'ry blessing find its way “ To Nancy of the Vale! “ 'Twas from Avona's banks the maid
“ Diffus'd her lovely beams, « And ev'ry shining glance display'd “ The Naiad of the streams. • Soft as the wild-duck's tender young,
“ That float on Avon's tide, ” Bright as the water-lily, sprung,
" And glittring near its side. * Fresh as the bordring flow'rs her bloom,
“ Her eye all mild to views
* The little halcyon's azure plume
“ Was never half fo blue.
“ So taper, straight, and fair;
“ How charming sweet they were !
“ This peerless bud I found,
“ Should form a nymph so sweet !
“ Conduct my wand'ring feet !
“ But she would ne'er incline :
" As I will provę to mine.
" Has won my right good will :
" With him I'll climb the hill.
“I clafp'd the constant fair ;
“ And vow my future care.
" Or I those charms forego,
! That stream shall cease to flow."
IN IMITATION OF SPENSER.
Auditæ voces, vagitus et ingens,
Such as I oft have chaunced to espy
In ev'ry village, mark'd with little spire,
And oft times, on vagaries idly bent,
And all in fight doth rise a birchen tree,
But their limbs shudder'd, and their pulse beat low,
And, as they look'd, they found their horror grew, And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view.
So have I seen (who has not may conceive)
Ne fuperftition clog his dance of joy,
Near to this dome is found a patch fo green,
Where fits the dame, disguis'd in look profound, And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
And steadfast hate, and sharp affidion join'd,
Few but have kenn'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd,