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Spreads its peculiar crimson ; do not err, The loveliest still is wanting, the fresh rose Of innocence, it blossoms on their cheek, And lo, to thee they bear it! striving each In panting race, who first shall reach the lawn, Proud to be call’d thy shepherds. Want, alas ! Has o'er their little limbs her livery hung, In many a tatter'd fold, yet still those limbs Are shapely; their rude locks start fronı their brow Yet on that open brow, its deareft throne, Sits sweet Simplicity. Ah, clothe the troop In such a russet garb as best befits Their pastoral office: let the leathern fcrip Swing at their fide, tip thou their crook with steel And braid their hats with rushes, then to each Assign his fation; at the close of eve, Be it their care to pen in hurdled cote The fock, and when the matin prime returns, Their care to set them free; yet watching still The liberty they lend, oft shalt thou hear Their whistle thrill, and oft their faithful dog Shall with obedient barkings fright the flock From wrong or robbery. The livelong day Meantime rolls lightly o'er their happy heads ; They baik on funny hillocks, or disport In rustic pastime, while that loveliest grace; Which only lives in actions unrestrain’d, To ev'ry simple gesture lends a charma.
ODE TO TRUTH.
AY, will no white-rob'd Son of Light,
Here deign to take his hallow'd stand;
Here, smiling, stretch his tutelary wand?
Tho' now ye circle yon eternal throne
Will not your train descend in radiant state, To break with Mercy's beam this gathering cloud of
'Tis filence all. No Son of Light
No train of radiant saints descend.
“ Or Saint to hear, or Angel to defend." So Truth proclaims. I hear the sacred sound Burft from the center of her burning throne :
Where aye the fits with star wreath d lustre crown'd A bright Sun clasps her adamantine zone.
So Truth proclaims: her awful voice I hear :
“ Attend, ye Sons of Men ; attend, and say, Does not enough of my refulgent ray
Break thro' the veil of your mortality ?
Say, does not reason in this form descry
Shall then your earth-born daughters vie
But emulates the diamond's blaze,
Whose breath the hyacinths perfume,
Shall the be deem'd my rival? Shall a form Of elemental dross,,of mould'ring clay,
Vie with these charms einpyreal? The poor worm Shall prove her contest vain. Life's little day
Shall pass, and she is gone : while I appear Flush'd with the bloom of youth through Heaven's
Know, mortals, know, ere first ye sprung,
I shone amid the heavenly throug i
beheld Creation's day,
Pleas'd I survey'd bright nature's gradual birth,
Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring earth,
Laft, Man arose, erect in youthful grace,
And, as he rose, the high behest was given,
6. That I alone, of all the hoit of heav'n, " Should reign protectress of the godlike Youth:" Thus the Almighty (pake: he spake,and call’d me Truth.
CRUELTY TO BRUTES.
Would not enter on my list of friends
(Though grac'd with polish'd manners and fine ser fe Yet wanting fenfibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertant ftep may crush the snail That crawls at evening in the public path ; But he that has humanity, forewarn’d, Will tread aside, and let the reptile live. The creeping vermin, loathsome to the fight ,
And charged perhaps with venom, that intrudes