Here, where no fprings in murmurs break away, • Or mofs-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more bleft, or verdant vales beflow: 'Here rocks alone and taftelefs fands are found, • And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around. • Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! • Curft be the gold and filver which perfuade • Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade! The lily Peace outfhines the filver-flore, And life is dearer than the golden ore: Yet money tempts us o'er the defart brown, • To ev'ry distant mart and wealthy town. Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the fea; And are we only yet repaid by thee? Ah! why this ruin fo attractive made ? Or why, fond man, fo cafily betray'd? • Why heed we not, while mad we hafte along, The gentle voice of Peace, or Pleafure's fong? Or wherefore think the flow'ry mountain's fide, The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride; Why think we these less pleafing to behold Than dreary defarts, if they lead to gold? Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way O ceafe, my fears!—all frantic as I go, ! • What • What if the lion in his rage I meet! Oft in the duft I view his printed feet: And, fearful! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the groaning plain, • Gaunt wolves and fullen tigers in his train; Before them Death, with fhrieks, directs their way! Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. • Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way ! Or fome fwoln ferpent twift his fcales around, Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, The tender Zara, will be most undone! y! Big fwell'd my heart, and own'd the pow'rful maid, • When fast she dropp'd her tears, and thus she said: "Farewel the youth, whom fighs could not detain, "Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ; "Yet, as thou go'ft, may ev'ry blaft arife "Weak and unfelt as thefe rejected fighs! "Safe Safe o'er the wild, no perils mayfl thou see; "No griefs endure; nor weep, falfe youth, like me;" O let me fafely to the fair return, Say, with a kifs, fhe muft not, fhall not mourn! "O let me teach my heart to lofe its fears, Recall'd by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears!' ECLOGUE III. Abra; or, the Georgian Sultana. Scene, a Foreft.-Time, the Evening. N Georgia's land, where Tefflis' tow'rs are seen IN In distant view along the level green: While evening dews enrich the glitt'ring glade, What time 'tis fweet o'er fields of rice to stray, Of Abra firft began the tender ftrain, Deep Deep in the grove, beneath the fecret fhade, Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!' On the cool fountain, or the fhady grove; Still, *That thefe flowers are found in very great abundance in fome of the provinces of Perfia. fee the Modern Hiftory the ingenious Mr. Salmon. Still, with the thepherd's innocence, her mind Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, And thorns of ftate, attendant on the fair; Or fought the vale where firft his heart was fir'd: D O happy |