The source of rapture. Hence the tablet glows
With charms exotic; hence the sculptur'd bust,
As o'er the rock the plastic chissel moves,
Breathes by degrees, till straight returns afresh
The lov'd idea to the ravish'd eye,
And calls up every passion from its source.

Is love the object of thy glowing thoughts?
Or dream'st thou of a bliss exceeding far
Elysian pleasures? Would'st thou taste again
The heart-enfeebling transports, when the soul,
Big with celestial triumph, thro' the vales
Of am'rous Fancy led the sportive Hours
To soft Idalian airs, whilst wanton Loves
Strew'd round thee roses of eternal bloom,
And fann'd the sultry breeze with golden plumes?
See! where, beneath a myrtle bow'r reclin'd,
Which on the canvas casts its cooling shade,
Encircled in each other's arms, yon beauteous pair
In dulcet dalliance lie; the rigid frown
Of Care ne'er low'rs, but ever cheerful smiles
Effuse, like vernal suns, their genial beams
Towarm their mutual hearts; whilst rapt'rous sighs,
Sweeter than aromatic winds which blow
O'er spicy groves in intermingled gales,
Are wafted to th' impending queen of love.

But burns thy heart with more refin'd delight? And would'st thou thro' the faithful colours view Calm Chastity and Justice blend their charms Like gleams of opening Heav'n? Yon radiant throne Presents great Cyrus, as the Magi feign'd The snowy-vested Mithres, from the east Descending in effulgent rays of light, To guide the virtuous to th' etherial plains, Where joy for ever dwells. Before him stands A trembling captive, with dejected looks, As conscious of her form: upon her cheeks The rose of beauty fades, with paler hue The lily sickens, and each flow'r declines Its drooping head. But see! how he revives With unexpected hopes her tortur'd breast, And joy's soft blush appears! So the bless'd wings Of western zephyrs, o'er Arabian coasts Sprinkle their heav'nly dew; the wither'd plants Incline their sun-parch'd bosoms to imbibe The renovating moisture, till anon The pristine bloom thro' vegetative pores Returning, smiles in ev'ry flow'ry vale, And decks the neighb'ring hills with verdant pride. Such groups as these instruct th' unbiass'd mind With real wisdom, when with Beauty's garb Virtue invested, and ne'er fading charms, Fills with desire the soul; here Art employs To worthy ends her pencil as of old, And calls the hero to receive the wreath Of public honour, whilst his sacred bust Is still preserv'd for nations yet unborn To view with adoration; every breast Feels emulative spirits burn within, And longs to join the honour'd list of fame. Yet still her influence is not less confess'd In other forms, to raise abhorrence fierce, To paint in hideous shapes the crew of Vice, And all her train of sure-attending woes. These objects have their diff'rent graces too, And glow, if faithful, thro' the mimic scenes With charins peculiar. For perfection sits,

6 See the reason in Aristotle assigned, why the mind is as much delighted with aptness of description to excite the image, as with the image in de

As the known imitation shall succeed,
With equal lustre on a tyrant's frown,
As on the dimple of Pancaste's check,
Or Delia's iv'ry neck. The melting tear
Drops from th afflicted parent's joyless eye,
Not less delightful to th' attentive gaze
Of fixt examination, than the smiles
Of infant Cupids sporting thro' the groves,
Where Venus sleeping lies. From nature form'd,
The just resemblance from consenting thought
Applause demands; and Fancy's ravish'd eye
Sports o'er the painted surge, whose billows roll
Tempestuous to the sky, with equal bliss,
As o'er the marble surface of the deep,
When mild Favonius from the western isles,
With youthful Spring flies gladsome o'er the main,
To seek his gentie May; while Proteus rests
Deep in his ouzy bed, and halcyons call,
Secure of peace, their new-fledg'd young abroad.
External matter thus by art is wrought,
Or with the pencil or the chissel's touch,
To give us back the image of the mind,
Which smiles to find its own conceptions there.
But can she draw the tenderness of thought?
Can she depict the beauty of the soul,
And all th' internal train of sweet distress,
When friendship o'er the recent grave declines
Its sick'ning head, as ev'ry action dear,
And ev'ry circumstance of mutual love
Returns afresh; while from the streaming eyes
Bursts forth a flood of unavailing tears,
Of parting tears, ere yet they close the tomb?
Or, can she from the colours that adorn
The watʼry bow; from all the splendid store
That Flora lavishes in vernal hours

On wanton Zephyr; from the blazing mine
Where Plutus reigns, can she select a bloom
To emulate the patriot's bosom, when the wealth
Of nations, all imperial pomp is scorn'd,
And tyrants frown in vain, yet to the last
He breathes the social sigh, and even in death
With blessing on his native country calls!-
That only to the Muse belongs, to show
How charms each moral beauty, how the scene
of goodness pleases the responsive sou!,
And sooths within the intellectual pow'rs
With sympathetic order. For at first,
This emanation of the source of life
Unsullied glows, till o'er th' etherial rays
Opinion casts a tincture, and infects
The mental optics with a jaundice hue;
Then, like the domes beneath a wizard's wand,
Each object, as the hellish artist wills,

A shape fallacious wears.-O throng, ye youth,
Around the poet's song, whose sacred lays
Breathe no infectious vapours from the coasts,
Where Indolence supinely nods at ease,
And offers to the passing crowd her couch
Of down, whilst infant vices lull the mind
To fatal slumbers; other themes invite
My faithful hand to strike the votive lyre.
Lo! Virtue comes in more effulgent pomp,
Than what the great impostor promis'd oft
To cheated crowds of Mussulmen, beside
The winey rivers and refreshing shades
Of Paradise; and lo! the dastard train
Of pleasure disappears. So fleet the shades,

scription. Arist. de Poet. cap. 4. So Plutarch de Aud. Poet. See his Symp. lib. 5.

That wander in the dreary gloom of night,
When from the eastern hills Aurora pours
Her flood of glory, and relumes the world.
Be she my great protectress, she my guide
Thro' lofty Pindus, and the laurel grove,
Whilst I thro' unfrequented paths pursue
The steps of Grecian sages, and display
The just similitude of moral charms,
Of Harmony and Joy, with this fair frame
Of outward things, which thro' untainted sense
With a fraternal goodness fires the soul.

BOOK II.

ARGUMENT.

Invocation to the moral train of harmony: external objects analogous to them. The seats of rural beauty. Every kind of beauty charms, exclusive of any secondary motive. The annual renovation of nature. The complicated charms of various objects. The great, the wonderful, the fair: the contrast to the same harmonious, when united to the universal plan of nature. Abstracted objects, how they work upon the mind: with gaiety: with horrour: with sorrow, admiration, &c. Moral beauty superior to natural, a view of the universe: the harmony of the whole: what to be deduced from it. Contemplation on beauty and proportion in external objects, harmonizes the soul to a sympathetic order. The conclusion.

THE HARMONY OF NATURE.

COME all ye moral Genii, who attend
The train of Rural Beauty, bring your gifts,
Your fragrant chaplets, and your purple wreaths,
To crown your poet's brow; come all ye pow'rs,
Who haunt the sylvan shades, where Solitude
Nurses sweet Contemplation; come ye band
Of Graces, gentle Peace, Contentment fair,
Sweet Innocence, and snowy-winged Hope,
Who sport with young Simplicity beneath
Her mossy roof; around my faithful lays
Lead forth in festive pomp your paramours
Of nature, deck'd in Spring's Elysian bloom,
Or Autumn's purple robes; whilst I relate
In sounds congenial your untainted bliss,
And their unfading lustre. Nor be thou
Far from my lyre, O Liberty! sweet nymph,
Who roam'st at large thro' unfrequented groves,
Swift as the mountain hind; or eastern winds
O'er Asia's kingdoms.-To each nat❜ral scene
A moral power belongs; as erst the woods,
Inspir'd by Dryads, wav'd their awful heads
With sacred horrour, and the crystal streams
Flow'd unpolluted by revering swains

From urns celestial, whilst the mystic sounds
Of sportive nymphs were beard in bubbling springs.
Ye fields and woods, and silver winding streams,
Ye lilied valleys, and resounding rocks,
Where faithful Echo dwells; ye mansions blest
Where Nature reigns throughout the wide expanse,
In majesty serene of opening Heav'n;

Or, humbler seated, in the blushing rose,
The virgin vi'let, or the creeping moss,
Or winding round the mould'ring ruin's top,
With no unpleasing horrour sit array'd
In venerable ivy: hail, thrice hail,
Ye solitary seats, where Wisdom seeks
Beauty and Good, th' unseparable pair,
Sweet offspring of the sky, those emblems fair
Of the celestial Cause, whose tuneful word
From discord and from chaos rais'd this globe,
And all the wide effulgence of the day.

From him begins this beam of gay delight, When aught harmonious strikes th' attentive mind; In him shall end; for he attun'd the frame Of passive organs with internal sense, To feel an instantaneous glow of joy8, When Beauty from her native seat of Heav'n, Cloth'd in etherial mildness, on our plains Descends, ere Reason with her tardy eye Can view the form divine; and thro' the world The heav'nly boon to ev'ry being flows. Why, when the genial Spring with chaplets crown'd Of daisies, pinks, and vi'lets, wakes the morn With placid whispers, do the turtles coo, And call their consorts from the neighb'ring groves With softer music? why exalts the lark His matin warbling with redoubled lays? Why stand th' admiring herds with joyful gaze Facing the dawn of day, or frisking bound O'er the soft surface of the verdant meads, With unaccustom'd transport? "Tis the ray Of beauty, beaming its benignant warmth Thro' all the brute creation: hence arise Spontaneous off'rings of unfeigned love In silent praises. And shall man alone, Shall man with blind ingratitude neglect His Maker's bounty? Shall the lap of Sloth, With soft insensibility compose His useless soul, whilst unregarded blooms The renovated lustre of the world?

See! how eternal Hebe onward leads The blushing Morn, and o'er the smiling globe, With Flora join'd, flies gladsome to the bow'r, Where with the Graces, and Idalian Loves, Her sister Beauty dwells. The glades expand The blossom'd fragrance of their new-blown pride, With gay profusion; and the flow'ry lawns Breathe forth ambrosial odours; whilst behind, The Muse in never-dying hymns of praise Pursues the triumph, and responsive airs Symphonious warble thro' the vocal groves,, Till playful Echo, in each hill and dale, Joins the glad chorus, and improves the lay.

First o'er yon complicated landscape cast Th' enraptur'd eye, where, thro' the subject plains, Slow with majestic pride a spacious flood Devolves his lordly stream; with many a turn Seeking along his serpentizing way, And in the grateful intricacies feeds With fruitful waves those ever-smiling shores,

Ideas of Beauty and Virtue,

Which in the floating mirror view their charms
With conscious glory; from the neigh'bring urns
Th' inferior rivers swell his regal pomp
With tributary off'rings. Some afar
Thro' silent osiers, and the sulien green
Of mournful willows, melancholy flow:
Some o'er the rattling pebbles, to the Sun
Obvions, with colour'd rays refracted, shine
Like gems which sparkle on th' exalted crowns
Of kings barbaric: others headlong fall
From a high precipice, whose awful brow,
Fring'd with a sable wood, nods dreadful o'er
The deep below, which spreads its wat'ry lap.
To catch the gushing homage, then proceeds
With richer waves than those Pactolus erst
Pour'd o'er his golden sands; or yellow Po,
Ting'd with the tears of aromatic trees.
Then at a distance, thro' the parted cliffs
In unconfin'd perspective send thy gaze,
Disdaining limit, o'er the green expanse
Of ocean, swelling his cerulean tide,
Whilst on th' unruffled bosom of the deep

A halcyon stillness reigns; the boist'rous winds,
Husht in Eolian caves, are lull'd to rest,
And leave the placid main without a wave.
F'en western Zephyrs, like unfrighted doves,
Skin gently o'er with reverential awe,
Nor move their silent plumes. At such a time
Sweet Amphitrite, with her azure train
Of marine nymphs, emerging from the flood,
Whilst ev'ry Triton tun'd his vocal shell
To hymeneal sounds, from Nercus' court
Came to espouse the monarch of the main,
In nuptial pomp attir'd... Now change the scene,
Nor less admire those things, which view'd apart
Uncouth appear, or horrid; ridges black
Of shagged rocks, which hang tremendous o'er
Some barren heath; the congregated clouds
Which spread their sable skirts, and wait the wind
To burst th' embosom'd storm; a leafless wood,
A mould'ring ruin, lightning-blasted fields,
Nay, e'en the seat where Desolation reigus
In brownest horror, by familiar thought
Connected to this universal franie,
With equal beauty charms the tasteful soul,
As the gold landscapes of the happy isles
Crown'd with Hesperian fruit: for Nature form'd
One plan entire, and made each sep'rate scene
Co-op'rate with the gen'ral force of all

In that harmonious contrast. Hence the fair,
The wonderful, the great, from diff'rent forms
Owe their superior excellence. The light,
Not intermingled with opposing shades,
Had shone unworship'd by the Persian priest
With undistinguish'd rays.- -Yet still the hue
Of separated objects tinge the sight
With their own likeness; the responsive soul,
Cameleon like, a just resemblance bears,
And faithful, as the silent mirror, shows
In its true bosom, whether from without
A blooming Paradise smiles round the land,
Or Stygian darkness blots the realms of day.
Say, when the smiling face of youthful May
Invites soft Zephyr to her fragrant lap,
And Phoebus wantons on the glitt'ring streams,
Glows not thy blood with unaccustom'd joy,
And love unfelt before? Methinks the train
Of fair Euphrosyné, heart-easing Smiles,
Hope, and her brother Love, and young Delight,
Come to invite me to ambrosial feasts,

Where Youth administers the sprightly bowl
Of care-beguiling Mirth; and bark! the sound
Of sportive Laughter, to the native home
Of silent Night, with all her meagre crew
Chaces abhorred Grief. Prepare the songs
Of mental triumph; let the jocund harp
In correspondent notes deceive the hours,
And Merriment with Love shall sport around.

But what perceive we in those dusky groves,
Where cypress with funereal horrour shades
Some ruin'd tomb; where deadly hemloc chills
Th' unfruitful glebe, and sweating yews distil
Immedicable poison? In those plains,
Black Melancholy dwells with silent Fear,
And Superstition fierce, the foulest fiend
That ever sullied light. Here frantic Woe9
Tears her dishevell'd hair; here pale Disease
Hangs down her sickly head; and Death, behind,
With sable curtains of eternal night,
Closes the ghastly prospect.From the good
Far be this horrid group! the foot of Peace
And Innocence should tread the bless'd retreat
Of pleasant Tempe, or the flow'ry field
Of Enna, glowing with unfading bloom,
Responsive to the moral charms within.
Those horrid realms let guilty villains haunt,
Who rob the orphan, or the sacred trust
Of friendship break; the wretch who never felt
Stream from his eye the comfortable balm,
Which social Sorrow mixes with her tears;
Such suit their minds. There let the tyrant howl,
And Hierarchy, ministress abhorr'd
Of Pow'r illicit, bound with iron chains
She made for Liberty and Justice, gnash
Her foaming teeth, and bite the scourge in vain.

Or when the stillness of the grey-ey'd Eve, Brok'n only by the beetle's drowsy hum, Invites us forth to solitary vales, Where awful ruins on their mossy roofs Denote the flight of Time; the pausing eye Slow round the gloomy regions casts its glance, Whilst from within the intellectual pow'rs, With melancholy pleasure on the brow Of thoughtful admiration fix the sign Of guiltless transport; not with frantic noise, Nor the rude laughter of an idiot's joy; But with the smiles that Wisdom, temp'ring oft With sweet Content, effuses. Here the mind, Lull'd by the sacred silence of the place, Dreams with enchanted rapture of the groves Of Academus, and the solemn walks, As erst frequented by the god-like band Of Grecian sages; to the list'ning ear Socratic sounds are heard, and Plato's self

9 The ancients, who had always this analogy between natural aud moral objects in view, imagined every gloomy place like this to b. inhabited by such personages. Creon, in the Edipus of Seneca, after he has described-procul ab urbe lucus ilicibus niger, goes on to relate what he saw there by the power of necromancy.

cæcus furor

Horrorque, & una quidquid æternæ oreant Celantque tenebrææ; luctus evellens comam, Ægreque lassum sustinens morbus caput, Gravis senectus sibimet, & pendens metus. And to objects of a different nature, we give the moral epithets of gay, lively, cheerful, &c. be cause the mind is so affected,

Seems half emerging from his olive bow'r
To gather round him all th' Athenian sons
Of Wisdom.-Hither throng, ye studious youth;
Here thro' the mental eye enamour'd view
The charms of Moral Beauty, to the soul,
More grateful, than when Titan's golden beam
First dawns upon the new-recover'd sight
Of one long fated to the dreary gloom

Of darkness. How, to uudistemper'd thought,
Does Virtue in mild majesty appear
Delightful, when the sympathetic heart
Feels for another's woes! Was any scene
So beauteous, in the wide-extended pomp
And golden splendour of the Persian camp,
When all the riches of the east were spread
Beneath the tyrant's feet; did aught appear
So lovely 10 and so great, as when the call
Of curs'd ambition ceas'd in Xerxes' breast,
And from the social eye Compassion pour'd
The tender flood of heart-eunohling tears?

Thus the chief scenes of Nature view'd apart,
Which with a just similitude affect

Th' attentive mind, now thro' the tuneful whole Let the swift wing of Fancy bear us on Beyond the ken of knowledge, where, unseen To us inhabitants of this small spot, Ten thousand worlds in regions unconsin'd, Progressive and obedient to the source Of light eternal, gild the vast expanse: Or, should we stop th' aspiring flight to view, Led by the hand of Science and of Truth, Where in the midst the glorious Sun expands His flame, and with perennial beams supplies The distant planets as they roll around; What Harmony divine for ever reigns! How these in tuneful order" thro' the void Their diff'rent stations keep, their pow'rs distinct Observe, and in each other's friendly sphere Their kindest influence blend, till all unite To form the plan of the all-ruling Mind, And, thro' the whole, celestial bliss diffuse! Hence let the worse than atheist, the fond fool Who falsely dotes in superstition's gloom, And blindfold led by easy Faith, denies The guide of Reason, obstinately bent To seek the cause of universal good, And source of beauty in the demon's cave, And, shudd'ring, fancies he at distance bears The howls of ghosts, created to endure Eternal torments. Let this impious wretch Look round this fair creation, where, impell'd By that great Author, every atom tends To Universal Harmony; where Joy, As with a parent's fondness, to behold Her own soft image in her child impress'd, Smiles on the beauteous offspring, and illumes Responsive signs of pleasure; like the beams Of Titan sporting on the lucid waves Whence Venus rose of old: let him then say, If Nature meant this goodly frame to cheat Deluded mortals? Did an idiot's scheme

Upraise this wond'rous fabric? Say, was man
Forth from the dark abyss of Chaos call'd
In vain to breathe celestial air, in vain
To view the bloom of Beauty, not to feel
Th'effect divine soft thrilling thro' his soul,
And wak'ning ev'ry pow'r which sleeps within
To gaze amazement? Did the Lord of all
Attune our finer organs to the charms
Of things external, only to ensnare
This image of himself? To the tuneful breast
Of virtuous Wisdom, such discordant thoughts
Are far excluded; other themes employ
The studious sage's hours; his kindred soul
Triumphs on Contemplation's eagle wings
Thro' yon ethereal plains, where distant world
Roll thro' the vast abyss; there unconfin'd
Pursues the fiery tract where comets glow;
Or in the sable bosom of the night,
Sweeps headlong to o'ertake the rapid flight
Of exhalations, from ideal stars

Shot wildly down; nor 'sdains he to behold
In Nature's humbler walks the sweet recess,
Where Beauty on the splendid rose exults
As conscious of her form, or mildly veils
Her maiden blushes in the chaster pink,
Or on the margin of the crystal brook
In soft Narcissus blows. For him the choir
Of feather'd songsters breathe their vernal airs;
For him the stillness of th' autumnal grove
In pleasing sadness reigns; for him the sheaf
Of Ceres spreads its yellow pride; the horn
Of ripe Pomona pours its off'rings forth;
Winter presents his free domestic bowl
Of social joy; and Spring's Elysian bloom,
Whilst Flora wantons in her Zephyr's arms,
Invites the Graces forth to join the Hours
in festive dance. His tasteful mind enjoys
Alike the complicated charms, which glow
Thro' the wide landscape, where enamell'd meads,
Unfruitfulrocks,brown woods,and glitt'ringstreams,
The daisy-laughing lawns, the verdant plains,
And hanging mountains, strike at once the sight
With varied pleasure; as th' abstracted ray,
Which soft effuses from Eudocia's eye
The opening dawn of love. He looks thro' all
The plan of Nature with congenial love,
Where the great social link of mutual aid
Through ev'ry being twines; where all conspire
To form one system of eternal good,
Of harmony and bliss, in forms distinct,
Of natures various, as th' effulgent Sun,
Which pours abroad the mighty flood of day,
To the pale glow-worm in the midnight shade.
From these sweet meditations on the charms
Of things external; on the genuine forms
Which blossom in creation; on the scene
Where mimic Art with emulative hue
Usurps the throne of Nature unreprov'd;
Or the just concord of melliduent sounds;
The soul, and all the intellectual train
Of fond desires, gay hopes, or threat'ning fears,
Through this habitual intercourse of sense
Is harmoniz'd within, till all is fair
And perfect; till each moral pow'r perceives
Its own resemblance, with fraternal joy,
In ev'ry for complete, and smiling feels
Beauty and Good the same. Thus the first man

12 See Plato's Dialogues, Xenophon's Memorabilia, &c. whom the ingenious author of the Traité

Ecce meos: utinamque oculos in pectore posses
Inserere, et patrias intus dependere curas.
Ovid Metam.

DEEP in a grove by cypress shaded,
Where mid-day sun had seldom shone,
Or noise the solemn scene invaded,

Save some afflicted Muse's moan,

A swain t'wards full-ag'd manhood wending
Sat sorrowing at the close of day,
At whose fond side a boy attending
Lisp'd half his father's cares away.

The father's eyes no object wrested,
But on the smiling prattler hung,
Till, what his throbbing heart suggested,
These accents trembled from his tongue.

"My youth's first hope, my manhood's treasure, My prattling innocent attend,

Nor fear rebuke or sour displeasure,

A father's loveliest name is, friend.
"Some truths, from long experience flowing,
Worth more than royal grants receive,
For truths are wealth of Heav'n's bestowing,
Which kings have seldom power to give.
"Since from an ancient race descended
You boast an unattainted blood,
By yours be their fair fame attended,
And claim by birth-right to be good,

"In love for ev'ry fellow creature
Superior rise above the crowd,
What most ennobles human nature

Was ne'er the portion of the proud.
"Be thine the gen'rous heart that borrows
From others' joys a friendly glow,
And for each hapless neighbour's sorrows
Throbs with a sympathetic woe.

"This is the temper most endearing;

Tho' wide proud pomp her banners spreads,
A heav'nlier pow'r good-nature bearing
Each heart in willing thraldom leads.

du Beau follows. Si la felicité des hommes est necessairement liée avec la pratique de la vertu, il faut reconnoitre que la vertue est essentiellement belle, puis que le beau consiste dans le raport des choses avec nôtre destination.,

"Taste not from fame's uncertain fountaia

The peace-destroying streams that flow,
Nor from ambition's dang'rous mountain
Look down upon the world below.

The princely pine on hills exalted,
Whose lofty branches cleave the sky,
By winds, long brav'd, at last assaulted,
Is headlong whirl'd in dust to lie;
"Whilst the mild rose more safely growing
Low in its unaspiring vale,
Amidst retirement's shelter blowing
Exchanges sweets with ev'ry gale.

'Wish not for beauty's darling features
Moulded by nature's fondling pow'r,
For fairest forms 'mong human creatures
Shine but the pageants of an hour.

"I saw, the pride of all the meadow,
At noon, a gay narcissus blow
Upon a river's bank, whose shadow
Bloom'd in the silver waves below;
"By noon-tide's heat its youth was wasted,
The waters, as they pass'd, complain'd,
At eve its glories all were blasted,

And not one former tint remain'd.

"Nor let vain wit's deceitful glory

Lead you from wisdom's path astray;
What genius lives renown'd in story
To happiness who found the way?

"In yonder mead behold that vapour
Whose vivid beams illusive play,
Far off it seems a friendly taper

To guide the traveller on his way;

"But should some hapless wretch pursuing Tread where the treach'rous meteors glow He'd find, too late his rashness rueing,

That fatal quicksands lurk below.

"In life such bubbles nought admiring
Gilt with false light and fill'd with air,
Do you, from pageant crowds retiring,
To peace in virtue's cot repair;

"There seek the never-wasted treasure,
Which mutual love and friendship give,
Domestic comfort, spotless pleasure,

And bless'd and blessing you will live.

"If Heav'n with children crowns your dwellig As mine its bounty does with you,

In fondness fatherly excelling

Th' example you have felt pursue.”

He paus'd-for tenderly caressing

The darling of his wounded heart, Looks had means only of expressing

Thoughts language never could impart. Now night her mournful mantle spread ing Had rob'd with black th' horizon ro md, And dank dews from her tresses shedding With genial moisture bath'd the g1ound, When back to city follies flying

'Midst custom's slaves he liv'd res ign'd, His face, array'd in smiles, denying The true complexion of his mind;