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Where many a rose-bud rears its blushing head, And herbs for food with future plenty teem. Sooth’d by the lulling sound of grove and fream Romantick visions swarm on Edwin's loul : ! He minded not the fun’s laft trerabling gleam, Nor heard from far the twilight curfiw toil;When slowly on his car these moving accents fole.
• Hail, awful scenes that calm the troubied breast, • And woo the weary tu profound rupose; • Can passion's wildest uproar lay to reit, • And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! " Here Innocence may wander fofe from foes, · And Contemplatina soar on seraph wings. • Solitude, the man who thee foregoes, • When lucre lures him, or ambition itings, Shall never know the source whence real grandeur • springs.
XI. • Vain man, is grandeur given to gay attire ?
Then let the butterfly ihy pride upbraid: • To friends, attendants, armies, bought with hire ? . It is thy weakness that requires their aid:• To palaces, with gold and gems inlay'd ? • They fear the thief, and tremble in the form : • To hofts, through carnage who to conqueft wade ?
• Behold the victor vanquish'd by the worm! • Behold, what deeds of woe the locusts can perform !
XII. • True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind • Virtue has raised above the things below, " Who, every hope and fear to heaven refign’d, • Shrinks not, though Fortune aim her deadlieit blow, -This itrain from amidit the rocks was heard to flow In folemn sounds. Now beam'd the evening itar; And from embattled clouds emerging flow
Cynthia came riding on her filver car;
XIII. Soou did the solemn voice its theme renew ; (While Edwin wrapt in wonder liftening tood) : Ye tools and toys of tyranny, adieu, • Scorn'd by the wife and hated by the good ! • Ye only can engage the servile brood • Of Levity and Lust, who, all their days, • Alhamed of truth and liberty, have woo's,
• And hug'd the chain, that glittering on their gaze • Seems to outshine the pomp of heaven's empyreal
XIV. . Like them, abandon's to Ambition's sway, • I fought for glory in the paths of guile; • And fawn'd and smil'd to plunder and betray,
Myself betray'd and plunder'd all the while : • So gnaw'd the viper the corroding file. • But now with pangs of keen remorse I rue • Those years of trouble and debafemenț vile.-
Yet why frould I this cruel theme pursue! Fly, fly, detested thoughts, for ever from iny
And storms of disappointment all o'erpat,
And if for me no treasure be amass’d,
And with more leilure feed this pious flame, " Whole rapture far tranfcends the faireit hopes of fame.
XVI. . The end and the reward of toil is reft. • Be all my prayer for virtue and for peace. · Of wealth and fame, of pomp and power possess’d, " Who ever felt his weight of woe decrease !
Ah! what avails the love of Rome and Greece, · The lay heaven-prompted, and harmonious string, · The duft of Ophir, or Tyrean fleece,
• All that art, fortune, enterprize can bring, 'If envy, scorn, remorse, or pride the bofom wring!
XVII. • Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb
With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, - In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, • Where night and desolation ever frown. • Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down : • Where a green graffy turff is all I crave, " With here and there a violet bestrown, • Faft by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave ; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
XVIII. « And thither let the village (wain repair ; • And, light of heart; the village maiden gay, • To deck with flowers her half-dishevel'd hair, • And celebrate the merry morn of May. - There let the shepherd's pipe the live long day • Fill all the grove with loves bewitching wo; . And when mild evening comes with mantle grey,
· Let not the blooming band make haste to go; • No gholt nor spell my long and last abode shall know.
XIX. • For though I fiy to escape from Fortune's rage, • And bear the scars of envy, spite, and scorn, " Yet with mankind no horrid war I
wage, • Yet with no impious spleen my breast is torn: ? For virtue loit, and ruin'd man I mourn. • O Man, creation's pride, heaven's darling child, · Whom nature's best divinest gifts adorn,
Why from thy home are truth and joy exiled, . And all thy favourite haunts with blood and tears
XX. · Along one glittering sky what glory streams! • What Maje iy attends night's lovely queen! • Fair laugh our vallies in the vernal beams; • And mountains rife, and oceans roll between,
And all conspire to beautify the scene. • But, in the mental world, what chaos drear ! • What forms of mournful, loathsome, furious' mein !
. when hall that eternal morn appear, • There dreadful forms to chase, this chaos dark to clear!
XXI. so Thou, at whose creative smile, yon heaven, • In all the pomp of beauty, life, and light, · Rose from th' abyss; when dark Confulion, driven • Down down the bottomless profound of night, • Fled, where he ever Aies thy piercing fight! • O glance on thefe fad fades one pitying ray, • To blast the fury of oppressive might,
• Melt the hard heart to love and mercy's sway, 'Aud chear the wandering foul, and light him on the way.'
XXII. Silence ensued: and Edwin raised his eyes In tears, for grief lay heavy at his heart. • And is it thus in courtly life' (he cries) · That man to man acts a bétrayer's part? • And dares he thus the gifts of heaven pervert, • Each social instinct, and sublime desire !• Hail Poverty! if honour, wealth, and art,
If what the great pursue, and learn'd admire,
Nor is the mind with startling sounds annoy'd,
A foothing mui mur the lone region tills,
XXIV. But he from day to day more auxious grew. The voice still feem d to vibrate ou his car. Nor durft he hope the Hermit's tale untrue ; For man he feem'd to love, and heaven to fear; And none speaks false, where there is none to hear.
Yet, can man's gentle heart become so fell! • No more in vain conjecture let ine wear • My hours away, but leek the Hermit's cell; 'Tis hc
doubt can clear, perhaps iry care dispel.'
XXV. At early dawn the Youth his journey touk, And many a mountain pass'd, and valley wide, Then reach'd the wild; where, in a flowery uook, And seated on a mossy stone, be spied An antient man: his harp lay him beside. A ftag sprang from the the paiture at his call, And, kneeling, lick d the wither'd hand, that tied
A wreathe of woodbine round his antlers tall, And hung his lofty lieck with many a flowertt small.
XXVI. And now the hoary fage arose, and faw The wanderer approaching: inticcence Smiled on his glowing check, but modeít awe Depress'd his eye, that fear'd to give offence. • Who art thou, courteous stranger? and from whence? • Why roam thy iteps to this abandon'd dale?' • A shepherd-boy (the youth replied) tar hence
• My habitation; hear artlets tale ; • Nor levity lior falsnood fliall thine car afail.
XXVII. • Late as I roam’d. intent on Nature's charms, • I reachd at eve this wilderness profound;