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The oft-heard jest in vain he shall reveal,
For now alas, the jeft he cannot feel.
But ruddy damsels o'er thy thumb shall bend,
And conscious weep for their and virtue's friend;
The milk-maid shall reject the shepherd's song,
And cease to carol as the toils along :
All Auburn shall bewail the fatal day,
When from her fields, their pride was snatch'd away;
And even the matron of the crefly lake
In piteous plight, her palfied head shall fake,
While all adown the furrows of her face
Slow fall the lingering tears each other trace.

And, Oh my child! feverer woes remain,
To all the houseless, and un shelter'd train:
Thy fate shall fadden many an humble guest,
And heap fresh anguish on the beggar's breast.
For dear wert thou to all the sons of pain ;
To all that wander, forrow, or complain,
Dear to the learned, to the simple dear,
For daily blessings mark'd thy virtuous year;
The rich receiv'd a moral from thy head,
And from thy heart the stranger found a bed.


Distress came always smiling from thy door ;
For God had made thee agent to the poor :
Had form’d thy feelings on the noblest plan,
To grace at once, the Poet, and the Man

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ARK as the night, which now in dunnest robe,
Ascends her zenith, o'er the silent globe ;
Sad melancholy wakes, awhile to tread,
With folemn step the mansions of the dead :
Led by her hand, o'er this yet recent shrine
I forrowing bend; and here effay to twine
The tributary wreath of laureat bloom,
With artless hands, to deck a poet's tomb ;
The tomb where Goldsmith sleeps. Fond hopes,

adieu !
No more your airy dreams shall mock my view:
Here will I learn ambition to controul,
And each aspiring passion of the soul:


Ev'n now, methinks, his well-known voice I hear,
When late he meditated flight from care,
When as imagination fondly hied
To scenes of sweet retirement, thus he cried.


“ Ye splendid fabricks palaces and towers, “ Where diflipation leads the giddy hours, " Where pomp, disease, and knavery refide, “ And folly bends the knee to wealthy pride; " Where luxury's parveyors learn to rise, “ And worth, to want a prey, unfriended dies ; “ Where warbling Eunuchs glitter in brocade, And hapless Poets toil for scanty bread : • Farewel! to other scenes I turn my eyes, “ Emborom'd in the vale where Auburn lies, “ Deserted Auburn, those now ruin'd glades, “ Forlorn, yet ever dear and honour'd shades. “ There though the Hamlet boasts no finiling train, Nor sportful pastime circling on the plain ; “ No needy villains proul around for prey, “ No flanderers, no sycophants betray ; “ No gaudy foplings fcornfully deride “ The fwain, whose humble pipe is all his pride. “ There will I fly to seek that soft repose, “ Which folitude contemplative bestows :

66 Yet,

" Yet, oh fond hope! perchance there still remains “ One lingering friend behind, to bless the plains; " Some hermit of the dale, inshrined in ease,

Long lost companion of my youthful days; “ With whose sweet converse in his social bower, 6 I oft


some vacant hour; “ To whose pure sympathy, I may impart " Each larent grief, that labours at my heart, 6. Whate'er I felt, and what I saw, relate, “ The sholes of luxury, the wrecks of state ; Those busy scenes, where science wakes in vain, “ In which I thar'd, ah! ne'er to thare again. “ But whence that pang? does nature now rebel ? " Why faulters out my tongue the word farewel? Ye friends! who long have witness’d to my toil, “ And seen me ploughing in a thankless foil,

Whose partial tenderness hush'd every pain, “ Whose approbation made my bofom vain : 'Tis you, to whom my soul divided hies es With fond regret, and half unwilling flies; * Sighs forth her parting wishes to the wind, " And lingering leaves her better half behind. "Can I forget the intercourse I far'd, What friendship cherish'd, and what zeal endear’da

« Alas!


" Alas! remembrance ftill must turn to you,
“ And to my latest hour, protract the long adicu.
" Amid the woodlands, wherefoe'r I rove,
“ The plain, or secret covert of the grove,
“ Imagination shall supply her store
“'Of painful bliss, and what she can restore ;
“ Shall strew each lonely path with flowrets gay,
“ And wide as is her boundless empire stray.
On eagle pinions traverse earth, and skies,
" And bid the loft and diftant objects rise.
“ Here, where encircled o'er the sloping land
" Woods rise on woods, shall Aristotle stand;
“ Lyceum round the godlike man rejoice,
" And bow with reverence to wisdom's voice.
There, spreading oaks fhail arch the vaulted dome,
" The Champion, there, of liberty, and Rome,
“ In attick eloquence shall thunder laws,
“ And uncorrupted fenates shout applause.
“ Not more extatic visions rapt the soul
“ OF Numa, when to midnight grots he stole,
" And learnt his lore, from virtue's mouth refind,
" To fetter vice, and harmonize mankind.
“ Now stretch'd at ease beside fome fav’rite stream.
“ Of beauty, and enchantment will I dream;

“ Elysium,

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