Then glow'd the tints, pure, precious, and refin❜d,
And mortal charms feem'd heav'nly when combin'd!
Love on the picture fmil'd! Expression pour'd
Her mingling fpirit there-and Greece ador'd!

So thy fair hand, enamour'd Fancy gleans
The treafur'd pictures of a thousand scenes!
Thy pencil traces on the Lover's thought
Some cottage-home, from towns and toil remote,
Where Love and Lore may claim alternate hours,

With Peace embofom'd in Idalian bow'rs!

Remote from bufy Life's bewilder'd way,

O'er all his heart fhall Tafte and Beauty (way!

Free on the funny flope, or winding shore,

With hermit steps to wander and adore!

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There shall he love, when genial morn appears,

Like penfive Beauty smiling in her tears,

To watch the bright'ning rofes of the sky,.

And mufe on Nature with a poet's eye !—

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And when the fun's laft fplendour lights the deep,
The woods, and waves, and murm'ring winds asleep; ICO

When fairy harps th' Hefperian planet hail,

And the lone cuckoo fighs along the vale,

His path fhall be where ftreamy mountains swell.

Their fhadowy grandeur o'er the narrow dell,
Where mouldering piles and forests intervene,

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Mingling with darker tints the living green;
No circling hills his ravifh'd eye to bound,
Heaven, Earth, and Ocean, blazing all around!

The moon is up-the watch-tow'r dimly burns

And oft he lingers from his home a while

To watch the dying notes!-and start, and smile !:

Let Winter come! let polar fpirits sweep

The dark'ning world, and tempeft-troubled deep!
Though boundless fnows the wither'd heath deform,
And the dim sun searce wanders through the form

Yet fhall the fmile of focial love repay,

With mental light, the melancholy day!

And, when its fhort and fullen noon is o'er,

The ice-chain'd waters slumb'ring on the shore,

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How bright the faggots in his little hall

Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictur'd wall !

How bleft he names, in Love's familiar tone,

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The kind fair friend, by Nature mark'd his own;

And, in the waveless mirror of his mind,

Views the fleet years of pleasure left behind,

Since Anna's empire o'er his heart began!

Since first he call'd her his before the holy man!

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Trim the gay taper in his ruftic dome,

And light the wint'ry paradife of home;
And let the half-uncurtain'd window hail
Some way-worn man benighted in the vale!

Now, while the moaning night-wind rages high,
As fweep the fhot-stars down the troubled sky,

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While fiery hosts in Heav'n's wide circle play,

And bathe in livid light the milky way,

Safe from the form, the meteor, and the fhower,

Some pleafing page shall charm the folemn hour- 140
With pathos fhall command, with wit beguile,
A generous tear of anguish, or a fmile—

Thy woes, Arion! and thy fimple tale, *

O'er all the heart fhall triumph and prevail !

Charm'd as they read the verse too fadly true,

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How gallant Albert, and his weary crew,

Heav'd all their guns, their foundering bark to fave,
And toil'd-and fhriek'd-and perish'd on the wave!

Yes, at the dead of night, by Lonna's fteep, The feaman's cry was heard along the deep;

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