Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the I love-oh how I love!—to ride west The orange sky of evening died away. To cut across the reflex of a star The rapid line of motion, then at once With visible motion her diurnal round. Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep. On the fierce foaming, bursting tide, I never was on the dull tame shore The waves were white, and red the morn, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold; IF THE CHOICE. F Heaven the grateful liberty would give That I might choose my method how to live, For sure no minutes bring us more con tent Than those in pleasing useful studies spent. I'd have a clear and competent estate, And all those hours propitious Fate should That I might live genteelly, but not great; lend In blissful ease and satisfaction spend, wood. It should within no other things contain. As much as I could moderately spend- And all that objects of true pity were Had he whose simple tale these artless lines And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeproclaim. less flake. 'Yet such the destiny of all on earthSo flourishes and fades majestic Man: Fair is the bud his vernal morn brings forth, And fostering gales a while the nursling fan. Oh, smile, ye heavens serene! ye mildews wan, Ye blighting whirlwinds, spare his balmy prime, Nor lessen of his life the little span ! Borne on the swift though silent wings of Time, Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. "And be it so. Let those deplore their doom Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn; But lofty souls who look beyond the tomb Can smile at fate and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return? Is yonder wave the Sun's eternal bed? Soon shall the Orient with new lustre burn, And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead. "Shall I be left forgotten in the dust When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive? No! Heaven's immortal springs shall yet arrive, And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign." This truth sublime his simple sire had taught: In sooth, 'twas almost all the shepherd knew ; No subtle or superfluous lore he sought, Nor ever wished his Edwin to pursue. "Let man's own sphere," said he, "confine his view; Be man's peculiar work his sole delight." And much and oft he warned him to eschew Falsehood and guile, and aye maintain the right, By pleasure unseduced, unawed by lawless might. "And from the prayer of Want and plaint of Woe, Oh, never, never turn away thine ear! To others do-the law is not severe- And friends and native land; nor those alone : Shall Nature's voice, to man alone un- All human weal and woe learn thou to make just, Bid him, though doomed to perish, hope to live? Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive With disappointment, penury and pain? thine own. "Nor be thy generous indignation checked, Nor checked the tender tear to Misery given; |