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Or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen horn,
As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim born in heedless hum,
Now teach me, maid compos'd,
To breathe some softened strain,
Whose numbers stealing through thy dark’ning vale,
May not unseemly with its stillness fuit,
As musing flow, I hai!
Thy genial loye return !
For when thy folding star arising thews
His paly circlet, as his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who slept in flow'rs the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the frelhữning dew, and lovelier ftill,
The penfive Pleasures sweet
Prepare thy shadowy car,
Then lead, calm Vot'rels, where some sheety lake
Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallowed pile,
Or up-land fallows grey
Reflect its last cool gleam.
But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain,
Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut,
That from the mountain's fide,
Views wilds, and swelling floods,
And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires,
And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw
The gradual dulky veil.
While spring shall pour hís show'rs, as oft he won
And bathe thy breathing treffes, meekeft Eye!
While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy ling'ring light:
While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
Or Winter yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes;
So long, sure-found beneath the Sylvan shed,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, rose-lip'd Health,
Thy gentlest influence own,
And hymn thy fav’rite name!
снА Р. XXVI.
O DE TO S P R I N G.
WEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring!
Whose unshorn locks with leaves
And swelling buds are crown'd;
From the green islands of eternal youth,
(Crown'd with fresh blooms, and ever-springing shade)
Turn, hither turn thy step,
O thou, whose powerful voice
More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed,
Or Lydian fute, can footh the madding winds,
And thro' the ftormy deep
Breathe thy own tender calm,
Thee, best belov'd! the virgin train await,
With songs and feltal rites, and joy to rove
Thy blooming wilds among,
And vales and dewy lawns,
With untir'd feet; and cull thy earliest sweets
To weave fresh garlands for the glowing brow
Of him the favour'd youth
That prompts their whisper'd figh.
Unlock thy copious stores; those tender showers
That drop their sweetness on the infant buds,
nd silent dews that swell
The milky ear's green stem,
And feed the flowering ofier's early shoots;
And call those winds which thro' the whisp'ring boughs
With warm and pleasant breath
Salute the blowing flowers,
Now let me fit beneath the whitening thorn
And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale;
And watch with patient eye
Thy fair unfolding.charms.
O Nymph approach! while yet the temperate fun
With bathful forehead, thro’ the cool moist air
Throws his young maiden beams,
And with chaste kisses wooes
The earth's fair bofom; while the streaming veil
Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade
Protects thy modest blooms
From his severer blaze.
Sweet is thy reign, but short; the red dog-star
Shall scorch thy treffes, and the mower's scythe
Thy greens, thy flow'rets all,
Remorseless shall destroy.
Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewel;
For O, not all that Autumn's lap contains,
Nor Summer's ruddieft fruits,
Can aught for thee atone,
Fair Spring! whose fimplest promise more delights
Than all their largest wealth, and thro' the heart
Each joy and new born hope
With softest influence breathes.
DOMESTIC LOVE AND HAPPINESS.
O HAPPY they! the happieft of their kind!
Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend.
"Tis not the coarser tie of human laws,
Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind,
That binds their peace, but harmony itself,
Attuning all their passions into love ;
Where friendship full exerts her softest power,
Perfect esteem, enliven'd by desire
Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence : for nought but love
Can ansiver love, and render bliss secure.
Let him, ungenerous, who alone, intent
To bless himself, from fordid parents buys
The loathing virgin, in eternal care,
Well-merited, consume his nights and days:
Let barbarous nations, whose inhuman love
Is wild desire, fierce as the suns they feel;
Let eastern tyrants from the light of Heaven
Seclude their bofom-flaves, meanly poffess'd
Of a mere lifeless, violated form:
While those whom love cements in holy faith,
And equal transport, free as nature live,
Disdaining fear. What is the world to them,
Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all ?
Who in each other clasp whatever fair
High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can with;
Something than beauty dearer, should they look
Or on the mind, or mind-illumin's face;
Truth, goodness, honour, harmony and love,
The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Mean-time a smiling offspring rises round,
And mingles both their graces. By degrees,
The human bloffom blows; and every day,
Soft as it rolls along, Mews some new charm,
The father's lustre, and the mother's bloom,
Then infant reason grows apace, and calls
For the kind hand of an asliduous care,
Delightful talk! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
To breathe th’enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breaft.
Oh speak the joy! ye whom the sudden tear