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Where, at the woodman's song, or barber's tale,
If, happy bard! a muse so mean as mine
e sing what Truth and Gratitude inspire !
THE DEATH OF DR. GOLDSMITH,
BY W. WOTY.
Adieu, sweet bard! to each fine feeling true,
Sweet bard, adieu! thy own harmonious lays
ON THE DEATH OF DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
ARK as the night, which now in dunnest robe Ascends her zenith o'er the silent globe, Sad Melancholy wakes, awhile to tread, With solemn step, the mansions of the dead : Led by her hand, o'er this yet recent shrine I sorrowing bend, and here essay to twine The tributary wreath of laureate bloom, With artless hands, to deck a poet's tomb; The tomb where GOLDSMITH sleeps. Fond hopes,
adieu ! No more your airy dreams shall mock my view;
Here will I learn ambition to controul,
“ Ye splendid fabrics, palaces, and towers,
" Yet, oh fond hope! perchance there still re
mains “ One ling'ring friend behind, to bless the plains; “ Some hermit of the dale, inshrin'd in ease, " Long lost companion of my youthful days, “ With whose sweet converse in the social bow'r "I oft may chide away some vacant hour; “ To whose pure sympathy I may impart “ Each latent grief that labours at my heart; • Whate'er I felt, and what I saw, relate, “ The shoals of luxury, the wrecks of state ; “ Those busy scenes, where science wakes in vain, “ In which I shar'd_ah! ne'er to share again. “ But whence that pang? does nature now rebel? " Why faulters out my tongue the word fare
well ? “ Ye friends! who long have witness'd to my toil, " And seen me ploughing in a thankless soil; “ Whose partial tenderness hush'd ev'ry pain, “ Whose approbation made my bosom vain;
soul divided hies “ With fond regret, and half unwilling flies; “Sighs forth her parting wishes to the wind, “ And lingʻring leaves her better half behind. 6 Can I forget the intercourse I shar'd, “What friendship cherish’d, and what zeal en
* Alas! remembrance still must turn to you, “ And to my latest hour protract the long adieu. “ Amid the woodlands, wheresoe'er I rove, “ The plain, or secret covert of the grove, “ Imagination shall supply her store “ Of painful bliss, and what she can restore ; “ Shall strew each lonely path with flow'rets gays “ And wide as is her boundless empire stray: “On eagle pinions traverse earth and skies, “ And bid the lost and distant objects rise. “Here, where encircled o'er the sloping land “ Woods rise on woods, shall Aristotle stand; “Lyceum round the godlike man rejoice, “ And bow with reverence to wisdom's voice. “ There,spreading oaks shall arch the vaulted dome, “The champion, there, of liberty, and Rome, “ In attic eloquence shall thunder laws, “And uncorrupted senates shout applause. “ Not more ecstatic visions rapt the soul “Of Numa, when to midnight grots he stole, “ And learnt his lore, from virtue's mouth refin'd, “ To fetter vice, and harmonize mankind. « Now stretch'd at ease beside some fav’rite stream, “ Of beauty and enchantment will I dream;
Elysium, feats of art, and laurels won, « The Graces three, and * Japhet's fabled son: