Is caft, abandon'd, on the world's wide ftage, And doom'd in scanty poverty to roam : X. My tender wife, fweet foother of my care! Struck with fad anguifh at the ftern decree, Fell, ling'ring, fell a victim to despair, And left the world to wretchedness and me. XI. Pity the forrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh! give relief, and heav'n will bless your ftore. Written Perfidus atque illam triviis projecit egentem, X. Non tulit hoc, onerum confors, fidiffima conjux, Languefcens tandèm fuperis difceffit ab oris, Liquit, et oh! liquit tædia longa mihi. XI. Pauperis annofi longos miferere dolores, Vix hæc, qui vix ad limina membra traho, Cui lux vitalis properat demergier umbris; Sic Dî perfolvant præmia, fer, fer opem. DE Written in a COTTAGE GARDEN, at a village in LORRAIN; and occafioned by a tradition concerning Thou, whom Love and Fancy lead To wander near this woodland hill, If ever Mufic fmooth'd thy quill, Or Pity wak'd thy gentle reed, Repose beneath my humble tree, If thou lov❜ft Simplicity. II. Stranger, if thy lot is laid In toilfome scenes of bufy life ; Full forely may'ft thou rue the ftrife Of weary paffions ill repaid. DE RORE MARIN O. ARBUSTUM LOQUIT U R. I. U, quem fuafit amor, quem læti gaudia ruris, TU, Hæc nemorofa vagum per juga ferre pedem, Si modò dulcifonos poteris componere verfus, Vel tua protulerit fistula trifte melos, Huc ades; hîc humilique meâ requiesce fub umbrâ, Si mentem tangat Simplicitatis amor. II. Advena, permultos forsàn fortite labores! Ah! quoties vitam cura, timorque premunt! Dumque animum femper diverfâ lite fatigas, Tu bellum, quod nil proficit, ufque geris. En In a garden live like me, If thou lov'ft Simplicity. III. Flow'rs have fprung for many a year O'er the village-maiden's grave, Who a memorial-sprig to fave, Bore it from a fifter's bier ; And homeward walking, wept o'er me The true tears of Simplicity: IV. And foon her cottage-window near With care my flender ftem she plac'd, And fondly thus her grief embrac❜d, And cherish'd fad remembrance dear; For Love fincere, and Friendship free, Are children of Simplicity. |