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Her air was so modest, her aspect fo meek,
So fimple, yet sweet were her charms, I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek,
And lock'd the lov'd maid in my arms.
Now jocund together we tend a few sheep,
And if, on the banks by the stream, Reclin’d on her bosom I smk into sleep,
Her image still softens my dream. Together we range o'er the flow rising hills,
Delighted with pastoral views, Or reft on the rock whence the streamlet diftills,
And mark out new themes for my muse,
pomp, or proud titles, she ne'er did aspire,
The damisel's of humble descent! The cottager, Peace, is well known for her fire,
And shepherds have nam'd her-Content.
A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE.
BY MRS. GREVILLE.
OFT I've implor’d the gods in vain,
And pray'd till I've been weary ;
Sweet airy being, wanton sprite,
That lurk'st in woods unseen,
Tripp'ít gaily o'er the green ;
As ancient stories tell,
Thou sought'st a wond'rous spell joc Oh! deign once more t’exert thy power;
Haply. some herb or tree, Sov'reign as juice of western flower,
Conceals a balm for me.
I ask no kind return of love,
No tempting charms to please :
· That fighs for peace and eale.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,
Which, like the needle true,
But, turning, trembles too.
'Tis pain in each degree :
Beyond is agony. Take then this treach'rous Tense of mine,
Which dooms me fill to finart; Which pleasure can to pain refine,
To pain new pangs impart.
Oh! haste to Med the sacred balm ;
My Matter'd nerves new string ; Al for my guest, ferenely calen,
Thy nymph, Indifference, bring.
See Expectation fly;
That blålts the promis'd joy.
The eye shall then disown ;
Shall then scarce feel its own.
Eaclı moment then shall ciole, And tranquil days fall still succeed
To nights of calı repose.
O fairy elf! but grant me this,
This one kind comfort send; And so may never, fading bliss
Thy flow'ry paths attend.
Tliy tiny footsteps lead
Unknown to mortal tread.
And be thine acorn goblet fillid
With Heav'n's ambrofial dew : From liveetelt, freshest flow'rs diftillid,
That thed freth sweets for you.
And what of life remains for me,
I'll pass in sober ease;
Content but half to please
we with brutes must share a common fate,
Nor quit this earthly for a better state, If cruel death destroys the thinking part, And strikes the spirit as it strikes the heart, Say, to what purpose was our reason given, Reason, the greatest, noblest gift of Heaven i Say, who would ever he upon their guard "Gainit vice, if virtue meets with no reward ? Much happier does the libertine appear, Who drinks of pleasure's cup without a fear : His days are jovial, cvery scene is gay, And in amusements pass his time away ; 'Till the last period of his life is come, And death conducts him to the filent tomb.
Turn from this picture of earth's happy man, And let us that of virtue's votaries (can :
See merit oft expos'd to envious hate,
The charming plant, here nurs’d with tender care,