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Secure alike from envy and from care,
Nor rais'd by hope, nor yet deprest by fear;
Nor Want's lean hand its happiness constrains,

Nor riches torture with ill-gotten gains.

No.secret guilt its stedfast peace destroys,

No wild ambition interrupts its joys.

Blest still to spend the hours that Heav'n has ACCEPT, Eglintoun!, the rural lays, [praise, lent,

Thine be the friend's, and thine the poet's In humble goodness, and in calm content. The Muse, that oft has rais'd her tuneful strains, Serenely gentle, as the thoughts that roll, A frequent guest on Scotia’s blissful plains, Sinless and pure, in fair Humeia's soul. That oft has sung, her listening youth to move, But now the rural state these joys has lost, The charms of beauty, and the force of love, Ev'n swains no more that innocence can boast. Once more resumes the still successful lay, Love speaks no more what Beauty may believe, Delighted, through the verdant meads to stray: Prone to betray, and practis'd to deceive. O! come, invok'd, and pleas’d, with her repair, Now Happiness forsakes her blest retreat, To breathe the balmy sweets of purer air; The peaceful dwellings where she fix'd her seat; In the cool evening negligently laid,

The pleasing fields she wont of old to grace, Or near the stream, or in the rural shade,

Companion to an upright sober race; Propitious hear, and, as thou hear'st, approve When on the sunny hill or verdant plain, The Gentle Shepherd's tender tale of love. Free and familiar with the sons of men,

Learn from these scenes what warm and glowing To crown the pleasures of the blameless feast, Infame the breast that real love inspires, [fires She uninvited came a welcome guest : Delighted read of ardours, sigbs, and tears; Ere yet an age, grown rich in impious arts, All that a lover hopes, and all he fears:

Seduc'd from innocence incautious hearts; Hence too, what passions in his bosom rise, Then grudging Hate, and sinful Pride succeed, What dawning gladness sparkles in his eyes, Cruel Revenge, and false unrighteous deed; When first the fair is bounteous to relent,

Then dow'rless Beauty lost the power to move; And, blushing beauteous, smiles the kind consent. The rust of lucre stain'd the gold of Love. Love's passion here in each extreme is shown, Bounteous no more and hospitably good, In Charlotte's smile, or in Maria's frown.

The genial hearth first blush'd with stranger's blood, With words like these, that fail'd not to engage, The friend no more upon the friend relies, Love courted Beauty in a golden age,

And semblant Falshood puts on Truth's disguise. Pure and untaught, such Nature first inspir’d, The peaceful boushold fill'd with dire alarins, Ere yet the fair affected phrase admir'd.

The ravish'd virgin mourns her slighted charins; His secret thoughts were undisguis'd with art, The voice of impious mirth is heard around; His words ne'er knew to differ from his heart: In guilt they feast, in guilt the bowl is crown'd. He speaks his loves so artless and sincere, Unpunish'd Violence lords it o'er the plains, As thy Eliza might be pleas'd to hear.

Avd Happiness forsakes the guilty swains. Heaven only to the rural state bestows

O Happiness! from human search retir'd, Conquest o'er life, and freedom from its woes; Where art thou to be found, by all desir'd?

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Nun sober and devout! why art thou fied While midst the various gifts that gracious Heaven, To hide in shades thy meek contented head? Bounteous to thee, with righteous hand has given; Virgin of aspect mild! ah why unkind,

Let this, O Eglintoun! delight thee most, Fly'st thou displeas'd, the commerce of mankind? | To enjoy that innocence the world has losti 0! teach our steps to find the secret cell, Where with thy sire Content thou lov'st to dwell: Or say, dost thou a luteous haudmaid wait Familiar, at the chambers of the great?

TO A YOUNG LADY Dost thou pursue the voice of them that call

WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM. To noisy revel, and to midnight ball?

Read here the pangs of unsuccessful love, O'er the full banquet when we feast our soul,

View the dire ills the weary sufferers prove, Dost thou inspire the mirth, or mix the bowl? Or with th'industrious planter dost thou talk,

When Care in every shape has leave to reign,

And keener sharpens every sense of pain:
Conversing freely in an evening walk?

No charm the cruel spoiler can controul,
Say, does the miser e'er thy face behold,
Watchful and studious of the treasur'd gold?

He blasts the beauteous features of the soul; Seeks Knowledge, not in vain, thy much lov'd And lays th’ internal fair creation waste:

With various conflict rends the destin'd breast, Sill musing silent at the morning hour? [pow'r,

The dreadful demon raging unconfin'd,
May we thy presence hope in war's alarms,
In Ssi wisdom, or Montgomery's arms!

To his dire purpose bends the passive mind, In vain our flattering hopes our steps beguile,

Gloomy and dark the prospect round appears, The flying good eludes the searcher's toil:

Doubts spring from doubts, and fears engender In vain we seek the city or the cell;

Hope after hope goes out in endless night, (fears; Alone with virtue knows the pow'r to dwell.

And all is anguish, torture, and affright. Nor veed mankind despair these joys to know,

O! beauteous friend, a gentler fate be thine; The gift themselves may on themselves bestow.

Still may thy star with mildest influence shine; Soon, soon we might the precious blessing boast;

May Heav'n surround thee with peculiar care,

And make thee happy as it made thee fair; But many passions must the blessing cost; Infernal malice, inly pining hate,

That gave thee sweetness, unaffected ease,

The pleasing look that ne'er was taught to please; And envy grieving at another's state.

True genuine charms, where fals hood claims no Revenge no more must in our hearts remain,

Which not alone entice, but fix the heart: (part, Or burning lust, or avarice of gain. When these are in the buman bosom nurst,

And far beyond all these, supreme in place,

The virtuous mind, an undecaying grace.
Can peace reside in dwellings so accurst?
Unlike, O Eglintoun ! thy happy breast,

Still may thy youth each fond endearment prove Calm and serene, enjoys the heavenly guest;

Of tender friendship and complacent love; From the tumultuous rule of passions freed,

May Love approach thee, in the mildest dress, Pure in thy thought, and spotless in thy deed.

And court thee to domestic happiness; In virtues rich, in goodness unconfin'd,

And bring along the power that only knows Thou shin'st a fair example to thy kind;

To heighten human joys and soften woes: Sincere and equal to thy neighbour's fame,

For woes will be in life; these still return;

The good, the beauteous, and the wise must mour; How swist to praise, how obstinate to blame! Bold in thy presence bashful Sense appears,

Doubled the joy that Friendship does divide, And backward Merit loses all its fears.

Lessen'd the pain when arm'd the social side:Supreniely blest by Heav'n, Heaven's richest grace when strong affliction finds the weak alone!

But ah! how fierce the pang, how deep the gruan, Confest is thine, an early blooming race Whose pleasing smiles shall guardian Wisdom arm,

Then may a friend still guard thy shelter'd days Divine instruction! taught of thee to charm.

And guide thee safe through Fortune's mystic wars: What transports shall they to thy soul impart!

The happy youth, whom most thy soul approves, (The conscious transports of a parent's heart)

Friend of thy choice and husband of thy loves, When thou behold'st them of each grace possest,

Whose holy dame Heaven's altar does inspire, And sighing youths imploring to be blest,

That burns through life one clear unsullied fire, After thy image form’d, with charms like thine,

A mutual warmth that glows from breast to breast, Or in the visit, or the dance to shine.

Who loving is belor'd, and blessing blest, Thrice happy! who succeed their mother's praise, Then all the pleasing scenes of life appear, The lovely Eglintouins of future days.

The charms of kindred and relations dear, Meavwhile peruse the following tender scenes,

The smiling offspring, love's far better part, And listen to thy native poet's strains.

And all the social meltings of the heart: In ancient garb the home-bred Muse appears,

Then harlot Pleasure w her wanton train The garb our Muses wore in former years.

Seduces from the perfect state in rain; As in a glass reflected, here bebold

In vain to the lock'd ear the syren sings, How smiling Goodness look'd in days of old:

Wben angels shadow with their guardian wings. Nor blush to read where Beauty's praise is shown, Such, fair Monimia, be thy sacred lot, And virtuous Love, the likeness of thy own;

When every menory of him forgot,

Whose faithful Muse inspir’d the pious pras'r, · Campbell's wisdom, &c. edit. 1758:

And weary'd Heaven to keep thee in its care;

That pleas'd it would its choicest influence shor't, 'In Stair's wisdom, or in Erskine's charms.'

Or on thy serious or thy mirthfuli, Copy prefixed to edition of the Gentle Shepherd Conspicuous Kown iu every scenery in 1758.

The mother, sister, daughter, fricud, anale;

That joy may grow on joy, and constant last, Bid her to bless the secret bow's
And each new day rise brighter than the past:

And beighten Wisdom's solemn hour.
Till late, late be the hour thou yield'st thy breath,

Bring Faith, endued with eagle eyes, And midst applauding friends retir'st to death;

That joins this Earth to distant skies; Then wake renew'd to endless happiness,

Bland Hope that makes each sorrow less, When Heav'o shall see that all was good, and bless. Still smiling calm anuidst distress;

And bring the meek-ey'd Charity,

Not least, though youngest of the three: CONTEMPLATION:

Knowledge the sage, whose radiant light,

Darts quick across the mental night,

And add warm Friendship to the train,

Social, yielding, and humane;
-rursusque resurgens
Sævit amor.

Virg. Æn. iv.

With Silence, sober-suited maid,

Seldom on this Earth survey'd : 0 VOICB divine, whose heavenly strain

Bid in this sacred band appear, No mortal measure may attain,

That aged venerable seer, O powerful to appease the smart,

With sorrowing pale, with watchings spare, That festers in a wounded heart,

Of pleasing yet dejected air, Whose mystic numbers can assuage

Him, heavenly Melancholy hight, The bosom of tumultuous Rage,

Who flies the sons of false delight, Can strike the dagger from Despair,

Now looks serene through human life, And shut the watchful eye of Care.

Sees end in peace the mortal strife, Oft lur'd by thee, when wretches call,

Now to the dazzling prospect blind, Hope comes, that cheers or softens all;

Trembles for Heaven and for his kind, Expellid by thee and dispossest,

And doubting much, still hoping best, Envy forsakes the human breast.

Late with submission finds his rest: Full oft with thee the bard retires,

And by his side advance the dame And lost to Earth, to Heav'n aspires;

All glowing with celestial flame, How nobly lost! with thee to rove

Devotion, high above that soars, Through the long deepening solemn grove,

And sings exulting, and adores, Or underneath the moonlight pale,

Dares fix on Heav'n a mortal's gaze, To Silence trust some plantive tale,

And triumph 'midst the seraph's blaze; Of Nature's ills, and mankind's woes,

Last, to crown all, with these be join'd While kings and all the proud repose;

The decent nun, fair Peace of Mind, Or where some holy aged oak

Whom Innocence, ere yet betray'd, A stranger to the woodman's stroke,

Bore young in Eden's happy shade: From the high rock's aërial crown

Resign'd, contented, meek and mild, In twisting arches bending down

Of blameless mother, blameless child. Bathes in the smooth pellucid stream;

But from these woods, O thou retire! Full oft he waits the mystic dreamn

Hood-wink'd Superstition dire: Of mankind's joys right understood,

Zeal, that clanks her iron bands, And of the all-prevailing good.

And bathes in blood her ruthless hands; Go forth, invok'd, O Voice divine!

Far hence, Hypocrisy, away, And issue from thy sacred shrine;

Witb pious semblance to betray, Go, search each solitude around,

Whose angel outside fair, contains Where contemplation may be found,

A heart corrupt, and foul with stains; Where'er apart the goddess stands

Ambition mad, that stems alone With lifted eyes and heaven-rais'd hand,

The boist'rous surge, with bladders blown; If rear'd on Speculation's hill

Anger, with wild disorder'd pace; Her raptur'd soul enjoys its fill

And Malice pale of famish'd face; Of far transporting Nature's scene,

Loud-tongu'd Clamour, get thee far Air, ocean, mountain, river, plain;

Hence to wrangle at the bar; Or if with measur'd step she go

With opening mouths vain Rumour hung; Where Meditation spreads below

And Falshood with her serpent-tongue; In hollow vale her ample store,

Revenge, her bloodshot eyes on fire, Till weary Fancy can no more;

And hissing Envy's snaky tire; Or inward if she turn her gaze,

With Jealousy, the fiend most fell And all th' internal world surveys;

Who bea's about his inmate hell; With joy complacent sees succeed,

Now far apart with haggard mien lo fair array, each comely deed.

To lone Suspicion list'ning seen, She bears alone thy lofty strain,

Now in a gloomy band appears All other music charms in vain;

Of sallow Doubts, and pale-ey'd Fears, In vain the sprightly notes resound,

Whom dire Remorse of giant kind That from the fretted roofs rebound,

Pursues with scorpion-lash behind; When the deft minstrelsy advance

And thou, Self-love, who tak’st from earth, To form the quaint and orbed dance;

With the vile crawling worm, tby birth, In vain uphallow'd lips implore,

Untouch'd with others' joy or pain, She hearkens only to thy lore.

The social smile, the tear humane, Then bring the lonely nymph along,

Thy self thy sole intemperate guest, Obsequious to thy magic song;

Uncall'd thy neighbour to the feast,

As if Heaven's universal beir

When death dissolves this brittle franae, 'Twas thine to seize and not to share:

Lies ever quench'd the soul's bright danne? With these away, base wretch accurst,

Or shall th' ethereal breath of day By Pride begot, by Madness nurst,

Relume once more this living ray? Impiety! of harden'd mind,

From life escape we all in vain ? Gross, dull, presuming, stubborn, blind,

Heaven finds its creature out again, Unmov'd amidst this mighty all,

Again its captive to controul, Deaf to the universal call:

And drive him to another goal. In vain above the systems glow,

When Time shall let his curtain fall, In vain Earth spreads her charins below,

Must dreary nothing swallow all? Confiding in himself to rise,

Must we th' unfinish'd piece deplore, He hurls defiance to the skies,

Ere half the pompous piece be u'er? And, steel'd in dire and impious deeds,

In his all-coinpreneusive mind, Blasphemes his feeder whilst he feeds.

Shall not th' Almighty Poet find But chiefly Love, Love, far off fly,

Some reconciling turn of fate Nor interrupt my privacy;

To make his wondrous work complete, "Tis not for thee, capricious pow'r;

To finish fair his mingled plan, Weak tyrant of a feverish hour,

And justify his ways to inan? Fickle, and eves in extreines,

But who shall draw these veils tbat lie My radiant day of reason beams,

Unpierc'd by the keen cherub's tye?-And sober Contemplation's car

Cease, cease, the daring tight give er, Disdains thy syren song to hear,

Thine to submit and to adore Speed thee on changeful wings away,

Learn then: into thyself descend, To where thy willing slaves obey,

To know thy being's use and end, Go, herd amongst thy wonted train,

For thee what Nature's kind intent, The false, th' inconstant, lewd and vain;

Or on wbat fatal journey bent. Thou hast no subject here; begone;

Is mean self-love the only guide? Contemplation comes anon.

Must all be sacrific'd to pride? Above, below, and all around,

What sacred fountains then supply Now nought but awful Quiet's found,

The feeling heart and melting eye? The feeling air forgets to move,

Why does the pleading look disarm No zephyr stirs the leafy grove;

The hand of Rage with slaughter warm? The gentlest murmur of the rill,

Or in the battle's generous strife, Struck by the potent charm, is still;

Does Britain quell the lust of life? Each passion in this troubled breast,

Next the bold inquiry tries So toiling once, lies hush'd to rest,

To trace our various passions' rise; Whate'er man's bustling race employs,

This moment Hope exalts the breast, His cares, his hopes, his fears, his joys,

The next it sinks by Fear deprest; Ambition, pleasure, interest, fame,

Now fierce the storms of Wrath begin, Each nothing of important name;

Now all is holy calm within. Ye tyrants of this restless ball

What strikes Ambition's stubborn springs This grove annihilates you all.

What moves Compassion's softer strings; Oh power unseen, yet felt, appear!

How we in constant friendships join, Sure something more than Nature's here,

How in constant hates combine; Now on the flowering turf I lie,

How Nature, for her favourite man, My soul conversing with the sky:

Unfolds the wonders of her plan; Far lost in the bewildering dream

How, fond to treat her chosen guest, I wander o'er each lofty theine;

Provides for every sense a feast; Tow'r on Inquiry's wings on high,

Gives to the wide excursive eye And soar the heights of Deity:

The radiant glories of the sky: Fain would I search the perfect laws

Or bids eachi odorous bloom exhale That constant bind th’unerring cause:

His soul t enrich the balmy gale; Why all its children, born to share

Or pour upon th' enchanted ear Alike a father's equal care,

The music of the opening year; Some weep, by partial Fate undone,

Or bids the limpid fountain burst, The ravish'd portion of a son;

Friendly to life, and cool to thirst; Whilst he whose swelling cup o'erflows,

What arts the beauteous dame employs Heeds not his suffering brother's woes;

To lead us on to genial joys, The good, their virtues all forgot,

When in her spacious work we join Mourn need severe, their destin'd lot;

To propagate her fair design, While Vice, invited by the great,

The virgin-face divine appears Feasts under canopies of state.

In bloom of youth and prime of years, Ah! when we see the bad preferr’d,

And ere the destin'd beart's aware Was it Eternal Justice err'd ?

Fixes Monimia's image there. Or when the good could not prevail,

Ah me! what, bapless, have I said : How could Almighty Prowess fail?

Unhappy by myself betray'd! When underneath th'oppressor's blow

I deem'd, but ah I deem'd in rain, AMicted Innocence lies low,

Froin the dear image to refrajd; Has not th' All-seeing Eye beheld?

For when I fixt my musing thought, Or has a stronger arm repellid?

Far on solemn riew's remote;

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