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Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur pil'd
• High o'er the glimmering dale! • Ye groves, along whofe windings wild
• Soft sighs the fadd’ning gale ! • Where oft lone Melancholy ftrays,
• By wilder'd Fancy fway'd, • What time the wan moon's yellow rays
• Gleam thro' the chequer'd shade!
• To you, ye wastes, whose artiefs charms
• Ne'er drew Ambition's eye, ;? : « 'Scap'd a tumultuous world's alarms,
• To your retreats I fly : • Deep in your moft fequefter'd bower,
• Let me my woes resign ; • Where Solitude, mild modeft power,
• Leans on her ivy'd fhrine. s.;
• How shall I woo thee, matchless fair,
• Thy heavenly smile how win! • Thy smile, that smoothes the brow of Care
• And stills each ftorm within ! • O wilt thou to thy favourite grove
• Thine ardent votary bring, « And bless his hours, and bid them move
• Serene on filent wing!
• Oft let Remembrance soothe his mind
• With dreams of former days, • When soft on Leisure's lap reclin'd,
• He caroll'd sprightly lays : • Bless'd days ! when Fancy smil'd at Care,
• When Pleasure toy'd with Truth, • Nor Envy, with malignant glare,
• Had harm'd his simple youth.
• 'Twas • 'Twas then, O Solitude! to thee • For me no more the path invites
• His early vows were paid, • From heart fincere, and warm, and free,
• Devoted to the shade: • Ah! why did Fate his fteps decoy
• In thorny paths to roam, • Remote from all congenial joy!
• O take thy wanderer home!
• Henceforth thy awful haunts be mine!
• The long abandon'd hill; .. « The hollow cliff, whose waving pine
• O'erhangs the darksome rill; • Whence the scar'd owl, on pinions grey,
« Breaks from the ruftling boughs, • And down the lone vale sails away
« To shades of deep repose,
's Ambition loves to tread;
By guileful Hope misled :
« To Mirth's enlivening strain ;, · For present pleasure foon is o'er,
• And all the past is vain!'
THOU faithful partner of a heart thy own,
Whose pain or pleasure springs from thine alone ;
AR in the wat'ry waste, where his broad wave
From world to world the vast Atlantick rolls
Aloft to heav'n remoteft Kilda lifts,
5 Last of the sea-girt Hebrides, that guard, In filial train, Britannia's parent coast. Thrice happy land! tho' freezing on the verge "Of Arctick skies, yet blameless still of arts That polish to deprave each softer clime, With simple nature, simple virtue, bless'd ! Beyond Ambition's walk, where never War Uprear'd his fanguine standard, nor unsheath'd, For wealth or pow'r, the defolating sword; Where Luxury, foft Syren, who around
15 To thousand nations deals her nectar'd cup Of pleasing bane, that soothes at once and kills, Is yet a name unknown ; but calm content, That lives to reason, ancient faith, that binds The plain community of guileless hearts In love and union, innocence of ill, Their guardian genius ; these the pow'rs that rule This little world, to all it's sons secure, Man's happiest life; the soul serene and found
e From paffion's rage, the body from disease,
25 Red on each cheek behold the role of health, Firm in each finew Vigour's pliant spring, By temp'rance brac'd to peril and to pain, Amid the floods they stem, or on the steep Of upright rocks their straining steps furmount, For food or pastime; these light up their morn, And close their eve in slumber sweetly deep, Beneath the north, within the circling swell Of ocean's raging found; but last and best, What Av'rice, what Ambition, shall not know,
35 True Liberty is theirs, the heav'n-sent guest, Who in the cave, or on th' uncultur’d wild, With Independence dwells and peace of mind, In youth, in age, their sun that never sets. Daughter of Heav'n and Nature, deign thy aid,
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Spontaneous Muse! O, whether from the depth
Here good Aurelius—and a scene more wild