Where many a rofe-bud rears its blushing head, And herbs for food with future plenty teem. Sooth'd by the lulling found of grove and fiream Romantick vifions fwarm on Edwin's foul: / He minded not the fun's laft trembling gleam, Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll ;When slowly on his ear these moving accents ftole. X. Hail, awful fcenes that calm the troubled breast, Can paffion's wildeft uproar lay to reit, • When lucre lures him, or ambition ftings, • Shall never know the fource whence real grandeur fprings. 6 XI. < Vain man, is grandeur given to gay attire? • Behold the victor vanquish'd by the worm! Behold, what deeds of woe the locufts can perform! XIL True dignity is his, whofe tranquil mind Virtue has raised above the things below, Who, every hope and fear to heaven refign'd, Shrinks not, though Fortune aim her deadliest blow, -This train from amidit the rocks was heard to flow In folemn founds. Now beam'd the evening ftar; And from embattled clouds emerging flow Cynthia came riding on her filver car; And hoary mountain-cliffs fhone faintly from afar. XIII. Soon did the folemn voice its theme renew; (While Edwin wrapt in wonder liftening food) Ye tools and toys of tyranny, adieu, Scorn'd by the wife and hated by the good! Ye only can engage the fervile brood Of Levity and Luft, who, all their days, Afhamed of truth and liberty, have woo'd, And hug'd the chain, that glittering on their gaze Seems to outfhine the pómp of heaven's empyreal • blaze. XIV. :: Like them, abandon'd to Ambition's fway, Fly, fly, detefted thoughts, for ever from my view. XV. The gufts of appetite, the clouds of care, And if for me no treasure be amafs'd, And with more leifure feed this pious flame, Whole rapture far tranfcends the fairest hopes of fame. XVI. The end and the reward of toil is rest. Be all my prayer for virtue and for peace. Ah! what avails the love of Rome and Greece, The lay heaven-prompted, and harmonious string, All that art, fortune, enterprize can bring, XVII. Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and fcutcheons of renown, With here and there a violet beftrown, • Faft by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave; • And many an evening fun fhine fweetly on my grave. XVIII. And thither let the village fwain repair; There let the fhepherd's pipe the live long day XIX. For though I fly to efcape from Fortune's rage, Yet with mankind no horrid war I wage, Yet with no impious fpleen my breast is torn : O Man, creation's pride, heaven's darling child, Why from thy home are truth and joy exiled, And all thy favourite haunts with blood and tears • defiled! · XX. Along one glittering fky what glory streams! But, in the mental world, what chaos drear! • What forms of mournful, loathfome, furious' mein ! O when hall that eternal morn appear, Thefe dreadful forms to chafe, this chaos dark to clear! XXI. O Thou, at whofe creative fmile, yon heaven, In all the pomp of beauty, life, and light, Rofe from th' abyfs; when dark Confulion, driven Down down the bottomlefs profound of night, Fled, where he ever flies thy piercing fight! O glance on thefe fad fhades one pitying ray, To blaft the fury of oppreffive might, Melt the hard heart to love and mercy's fway, And chear the wandering foul, and light him on the • way.' XXII. Silence enfued: and Edwin raifed his eyes He faid, and turn'd away; nor did the Sage Nor is the mind with startling founds annoy'd, XXIV. But he from day to day more auxious My hours away, but seek the Hermit's cell; 'Tis he my doubt can clear, perhaps my care difpel.' XXV. At early dawn the Youth his journey took, An antient man: his harp lay him befide. XXVI. And now the hoary fage arofe, and faw Who art thou, courteous ftranger? and from whence? A fhepherd-boy (the youth replied) tar hence XXVII. Late as I roam'd. intent on Nature's charms, • I reach'd at eve this wilderness profound; |