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By solitude and deep surrounding shades,
birds that fung them to repose, 190 Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare. Her form was fresher than the morning rose, When the dew wets its leaves; unftain'd and pure, As is the lily, or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes,
195 Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers : Or when the mournful tale her mother told, Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once, Thrill'd in her thought, they, like the dewy star Of evening, mone in tears. Sat fair-proportion’d on her polith'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
205 But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most. Thoughtless of beauty, the was beauty's self, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. As in the hollow breast of Appenine, Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild ; So flourish'd blooming, and unseen bg all, VOLI, I
A native grace
The sweet Lavinia; til, at length, compel'd
225 To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye; Unconscious of her power, and turning quick With unaffected blushes from his gaze : He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modefty conceal'd. 230 That very moment love and chaste defire Sprung in his bosom, to himself unknown; For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn, Should his heart own a gleaner in the field : 235 And thus in secret to his soul he figh’d.
" What pity! that so delicate a form,
By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense “ And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell, “ Should be devoted to the rude embrace
240 " Of some indecent clown! She looks, methinl's, « Of old Acasto's line; and to my mind • Recalls that patron of my happy life,
“ From whom my liberal fortune took its rise; “„Now to the dust gone down ; his houses, lands, 245 “ And once fair-spreading family, diffolvid. “ 'Tis said that in some lone obscure retreat, “ Urg'd by remembrance fad, and decent pride, “ Far from those scenes which knew their better days, “ His aged widow and his daughter live,
250 “ Whom yet my fruitless search could never find. “ Romantic wish! would this the daughter were !”
When, strict enquiring, from herself he found
260 Confus’d, and frighten'd at his sudden tears, Her rising beauties Aufh'd a higher bloom, As thus Palemon, passionate and just, Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul. " And art thou then Acaíto's dear remains ?
265 “ She, whom my restless gratitude has fought “ So long in vain ? O, heavens! the very fame, “ The soften'd image of my noble friend, “ Alive his every look, his every feature, “ More elegantly touch'd. Sweeter than Spring ! 270 “ Thou sole surviving blossom from the root “ That nourish'd up my fortune! Say, ah where, “ In what sequester'd desert, halt thou drawn
“ The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? “ Into such beauty spread, and blown so fair; “ Though poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain, “ Beat keen, and heavy, on thy tender years ? “ O let me now, into a richer foil, “ Transplant thee safe! where vernal suns, and showers, “ Diffuse their warmest, largest influence;
280 “ And of my garden be the pride, and joy! “ Ill it befits thee, oh, it ill befits “ Acafto's daughter, his whose open stores, « Though vast, were little to his ampler heart, • The father of a country, thus to pick
285 “ The very refuse of those harvest-fields, " Which from his bounteous friendship I enjoy. “ Then throw that shameful pittance from thy hand, “ But ill apply'd to such a rugged talk ; “ The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine ; 290 “ If to the various blessings which thy houfe “ Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that bliss, “ That dearest bliss, the power of blessing thee !"
Here ceas'd the youth, yet still his speaking eye Express’d the sacred triumph of his soul,
295 With conscious virtue, gratitude, and love, Above the vulgar joy divinely rais'd. Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm Of goodness irresistible, and all In fweet disorder loft, the blush'd consent. The news immediate to her mother brought, While, pierc'd with anxious thought, the pin'd away The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate;
Amaz’d, and scarce believing what she heard,
Defeating oft the labours of the year,
325 Through all the fea of harvest rolling round, The billowy plain floats wide; nor can evade, Though pliant to the blaft, its seizing force ; Or whirl'd in air, or into vacant chaff Shook waste. And sometimes too a burst of rain, 330 Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends In one continuous food. Still over head The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still