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• But yield an ampler scene to Bounty's eye,

An ampler range to Mercy's ear expand : And, 'midst admiring nations, set on high

Virtue's fair model, framed by Wisdom's hand. • Go, then: the moan of Woe demands thine aid : : Pride's licensed outrage claims thy slumbering

ire : Pale Genius roams the bleak neglected shade,

And battening Avarice mocks his tuneless lyre. • Even Nature pines by vilest chains oppress'd :

Th' astonish'd kingdoms crouch to Fashion's pod, O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast,

Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode ? O yet once more shall peace from Heaven return,

And young Simplicity with mortals dwell! Nor Innocence th' august pavilion scorn,

Nor meek Contentment fly the humble cell ! • Wilt thou, my prince, th' beauteous train implore,

Midst Earth's forsaken scenes once more to bide? Then shall the shepherd sing in every bower, And Love with garlands wreath the domes of

Pride. • The bright tear starting in th' impassion'd eyes

Of silent gratitude; the smiling gaze Of gratulation, faltering while he tries

With voice of transport to proclaim thy praise ; · Th'ethereal glow that stimulates thy frame,

When all th' according powers harmonious move, And wake to energy each social air,

Attuned spontaneous to the will of Jove; • Be these, O man, the triumphs of thy soul;

And all the conqueror's dazzling glories slight, That, meteor-like, o'er trembling nations roll,

To sink at once in deep and dreadful night. · Like thine, yon orb's stupendous glories burn

With genial beam; nor, at th' approach of even, In shades of horror leave the world to mourn,

But gild with lingering light th’impurpled Heaven.'

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Thus while she spoke, her eye, sedately meek,

Look'd the pure fervour of maternal love. No rival zeal intemperate flush'd her cheek

Can Beauty's boast the soul of Wisdom move ? Worth's noble pride can Envy's leer appal,

Or staring Folly's vain applauses soothe ? Can jealous Fear Truth's dauntless heart inthral?

Suspicion lurks not in the heart of Truth. And now the shepherd raised his pensive head :

Yet unresolved and fearful roved his eyes, Scared at the glances of the awful maid ;

For young unpractised Guilt distrusts the guise Of shameless Arrogance--His way’ring breast, Though warm’d by Wisdom, own'd no constant

fire. While lawless Fancy roam'd afar, unblest,

Save in the oblivivus lap of soft Desire. When thus the queen of soul-dissolving smiles :

Let gentler fate my darling prince attend; Joyless and cruel are the warrior's spoils,

Dreary the path stern Virtue's sons ascend. • Of human joy full short is the career,

And the dread verge still gains upon your sight: While idly gazing, far beyond your sphere,

Ye scan the dream of unapproach'd delight: • Till every sprightly hour, and blooming scene,

Of life's gay morn unheeded glides away, And clouds of tempests mount the blue sereno,

And storms and ruin close the troublous day. • Then still exult to hail the present joy;

Thine be the boon that comes unearn’d by toil; No froward vain desire thy bliss annoy,

No flattering hope thy longing hours beguile. • All why should man pursue the charms of Pame,

For ever luring, yet for ever coy?
Light as the gaudy rainbow's pillar'd gleam,
That melts illusive from the wondering boy!

* The frolic Moments, purple-pinion'd, dance

Around, and scatter roses as they play: And the blithe Graces, hand in hand, advance, Where, with her loved compeers, she deigns to

stray. • Mild Solitude, in veil of rustic die,

Her sylvan spear with moss-grown ivy bound : And Indolence, with sweetly-languid eye,

And zoneless robe that trails along the ground. . But chiefly Love-0 thou, whose gentle mind

Each soft indulgence Nature framed to share,
Pomp, wealth, renown, dominion, all resign'd,

O haste to Pleasure's bower, for Love is there.
Love, the desire of gods! the feast of Heaven!

Yet to Earth's favour'd offspring not denied!
Ah, let not thankless man the blessing given

Enslave to Fame, or sacrifice to Pride.
"Nor I from Virtue's call decoy thine ear;

Friendly to Pleasure are her sacred laws:
Let Temperance' smile the cup of gladness cheer ;

is death, if he withhold applause.
• Far from thy haunt be Envy's baneful sway,

And Hate, that works the harass'd soul to storm : But woo Content to breathe her soothing lay,

And charm from Fancy's view each angry form. • No savage joy th' harmonious hours profane !

Whom Love refines, can barbarous tumults please? Shall rage of blood pollute the sylvan reign?

Shall Leisure wanton in the spoils of Peace Pl * Free let the feathery race indulge the song,

Inhale the liberal beam, and melt in love : Free let the fleet hind bound her hills along,

And in pure streams the watery nations rove. "To joy in Nature's universal smile

Well suits, O man, thy pleasurable sphere; But why should Virtue doom thy years to toil?

Ah, why should Virtue's law be deem'd severe ?

That cup

- What meed, Beneficence, thy care repays ?

What, Sympathy, thy still returning pang? And why his generous arm should Justice raise,

To dare the vengeance of a tyrant's fang?
• From thankless spite no bounty can secure ;

Or froward wish of discontent fulfil,
That knows not to regret thy bounded power,

But blames with keen reproach thy partial will. • To check th' impetuous all-involving tide

Of human woes, how impotent thy strife ! High o'er thy mounds devouring surges ride,

Nor reek thy baffled toils, or lavish'd life. • The bower of bliss, the smile of love be thine,

Unlabour'd ease, and leisure's careless dream ; Such be their joys, who bend at Venus' shrine,

And own her charms beyond compare supreme.' Warm'd as she spoke, all panting with delight,

Her kindling beauties breathed triumphant bloom : And Cupids flutter'd round in circlets bright,

And Flora pour'd from all her stores perfume. Thine be the prize,' exclaim'd th' enraptured youth,

Queen of unrivall’d charms, and matchless joy.'O blind to fate, felicity, and truth !

But such are they, whom Pleasure's snares decoy. The sun was sunk; the vision was no more;

Night downward rush'd tempestuous, at the frown Of Jove's awaken'd wrath: deep thunders roar,

And forests howl afar and mountains groan. And sanguine meteors glare athwart the plain;

With horror's scream the Ilian towers resound, Raves the hoarse storm along the bellowing main, And the strong earthquake rends the shuddering

ground.

* The frolic Moments, purple-pinion'd, dance

Around, and scatter roses as they play: And the blithe Graces, hand in hand, advance, Where, with her loved compeers, she deigns to

stray. • Mild Solitude, in veil of rustic die,

Her sylvan spear with moss-grown ivy bound : And Indolence, with sweetly-languid eye,

And zoneless robe that trails along the ground. * But chiefly Love-0 thou, whose gentle mind

Each soft indulgence Nature framed to share, Pomp, wealth, renown, dominion, all resign'd,

O haste to Pleasure's bower, for Love is there. > Love, the desire of gods! the feast of Heaven!

Yet to Earth's favour'd offspring not denied! Ah, let not thankless man the blessing given

Enslave to Fame, or sacrifice to Pride.
"Nor I from Virtue's call decoy thine ear;

Friendly to Pleasure are her sacred laws:
Let Temperance' smile the cup of gladness cheer ;

That cup is death, if he withhold applause.
• Far from thy haunt be Envy's baneful sway,

And Hate, that works the harass'd soul to storm :. But woo Content to breathe her soothing lay,

And charm from Fancy's view each angry form. • No savage joy th' harmonious hours profane !

Whom Love refines, can barbarous tumults please? Shall rage of blood pollute the sylvan reign?

Shall Leisure wanton in the spoils of Peace pl * Free let the feathery race indulge the song,

Inhale the liberal beam, and melt in love : Free let the fleet hind bound her hills along,

And in pure streams the watery nations rove. "To joy in Nature's universal smile

Well suits, 0 man, thy pleasurable sphere; But why should Virtue doom thy year to toil?

Ah, why should Virtue's law be deem'd severe ?

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