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"What Fate referv'd me for this Christian race†?
"O tear me from the whips and fcorns of men! "Yet in their face fuperior beauty glows:
"Are fmiles 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 ftain'd with blood, and crimson'd o'er with crimes, "Say, fhall 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 tusky 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! ́ "Yet fhores there are, blefs'd fhores, for us remain, "And favour'd ifles, with golden fruitage crown'd, " Where tufted flow'rets paint the verdant plain, "Where ev'ry breeze fhall med'cine ev'ry wound: "There the ftern tyrant that embitters life,
"Shall, vainly fuppliant, spread his asking hand; "There shall we view, the billow's raging ftrife, "Aid the kind breast, and waft his boat to land."
+ Spoke by a Savage.
NANCY OF THE VALE,
THE weftern fky was purpled o'er
With ev'ry pleasing ray,
When from an azle's artless bower
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue; He bleft the fcene, he bleft the hour, While Nancy's praise he sung.
"Let fops with fickle falfhood range "The paths of wanton love,
"While weeping maids lament their change,
"And fadden ev'ry grove:
"But endless bleffings crown the day
"I faw fair E'fham's dale!
"And ev'ry bleffing find its way
"To Nancy of the Vale!
"'Twas from Avona's banks the maid
"Diffus'd her lovely beams, "And ev'ry fhining glance display'd
"The Naiad of the ftreams.
"Soft as the wild-duck's tender young,
"That float on Avon's tide, "Bright as the water-lily, fprung,
"And glitt'ring near its fide.
Fresh as the bord'ring flow'rs her bloom,
"Her eye all mild to view;
The little halcyon's azure plume
"Her fhape was like the reed fo fleek,
"Her dimpled fmile, her blushing cheek,
"Far in the winding vale retir'd,
"And fhadowing rocks and woods confpir'd
"That Nature in fo lone a dell
"Should form a nymph fo fweet!
"Gay lordlings fought her for their bride,
"Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow,
"With him I'll climb the hill.
"Struck with her charms and gentle truth,
"I clafp'd the constant fair; "To her alone I gave my youth,
"And vow my future care.
"And when this vow shall faithless prove,
"Or I thofe charms forego,
"The ftream that faw our tender love,
"That ftream fhall ceafe to flow."
IN IMITATION OF SPENSER.
Audita voces, vagitus et ingens,
AH me! full forely is my heart forlorn,
To think how modeft worth neglected lies,
For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, arc forely fhent,
Though now fo wide its waving branches flow,
For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew,
But their limbs fhudder'd, and their pulfe beat low,
May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste,
Where fits the dame, disguis'd in look profound,
And steadfast hate, and fharp affliction join'd,
And fury uncontroul'd, and chastisement unkind.
Few but have kenn'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd,