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The crimfon cloudt, blue main, and mountain
(smile. But, lo! the fun appears ! and heaven, earth, ocean,
vapour, toft In billows, lengthening to th' horizon round, Now scoop'd in gulphs, with mountains now emboss’d!
And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound !
And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,
XXIII. • O ye wild groves, O where is now your bloom!? (The Muse interprets thus his tender thought) • Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloomy « Of late so grateful in the hour of drought ! • Why do the birds, that song and rapture brought
To all your bowers, their mansions now forsake? • Ah! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought ?
• For now the stormhowls mournful through the brake, • And the dead foliage flies in many a shapelele flake,
VIV. " Where now the big dious, pure, and caoły: • Andmeads; with lite mix and beauty crown'd! • Ah! fee, th' unightly -7?, and sluggish pool, « Have all the folitary veiabrord; « Fled each fair form, and myte ieh melting found. « The raven crgaks forlorn on naked pray: « And harls ! the river, buriting every mound;
• Down the vale thuaders, and with wasteful fway, • Uproots the grove, and rolls the shatter'd rocks away,
XXV. • Yet such the destiny of all on earth : “So fourishes and fades majestic man. • Fair is the bud his vernal morn brings forth,
And fostering gales a while the nursling fan. . O smile, ye heavens, serene ; ye mildews wan, ! Ye blightning, whirlwinds, spare his balmy prime, « Nor lessen of his life the little span.
· Borne on the swift, though silent wings of Time, « Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
XXVI. < And he it fo. Let those deplore their doom,
.7 Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn. • But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, 'Can (mile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn.
Shall spring to these sad fee no more return? ? Is yonder wave the sun's cternal bed ?« Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn,
And spring shall soon her vital influence shed, · Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
XXVII. « Shall I be left abandon'd in the dust,
1 • When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ? • Shall Nature's yoice, to man alone unjust,
T • Bid him, though doom'd to perish, hope to live? ! Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive • With disappointment, penury, and pain.
• No : Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive ; * And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Bright through th' eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.
XXVIII. This truth sublime his simple fire had taught. lo sooth, 'twas almost all the shepherd knew. No subtle nor superfluous lore he fought, Nor ever wilh'd his Edwin to pursue. Let man's own sphere (quoth he) confine his view, • Be man's peculiar work his fole delight.' And much, and oft, he warn'd him, to eschew
Falsehood and guilt, and aye maintain the right, By pleasure unseduced, unawed by lawless might.
XXIX. . And from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Wor • O never, never turn away thine ear.
Forlorn, is this bleak wilderness below,
Ah! what were man, Mould heaven refuse to hear • To others dom(the law is not severe :) ! What to thyself thou wishest to be done. • Forgive thy foes; and love thy parents' dear, . And friends, and native land; nor those alone ; All human wealand wo learn thou to make thine own."
How vain the chale thine ardor has begun !
XXX. Yet couldt thou learn, that thus it fares with age, When pleasure, wealth, or power, the bofor warm,
This balled hope migh: tame thy manhood's rage,
Indulge gay Hope, and Fancy's pleasing fire : Fancy and Hope too soon shall of themselves expire.
XXXII: When the long-founding curfew from afar Loaded with loud lament the lonely gale, Young Edwin, lighted by the evening Atar, Lingering and litening, wanderd down the vale. There would he dream of graves and corses pale ; And ghoits, that to the charnel-dungeon throng, And drag a length of clanking chain, and wail,
Till filenced by the owl's terrific song, Or blait that shrieks by fits the fhuddering illes along.
XXXIII. Or, when the setting moon, in crimfon dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man he hied, Where Fays of yore their revels wont to keep; And there let Fancy roam at large, till sleep A vision brought to his intranced fight. And first, a wildly.murmuring wind 'gan creep Shrill to his ringing ear; then tapers bright, With instantaneous gleam, illumed the vault of Night.
green their helms, and green their fik attire ; And here and there, right venerably all,
The long-robed minitreis wake the warbling wire, And some with mellow breath the martial pipe inspire.
XXXV. With meriment, and song, and timbrels clear, A troop of dames from myrtle bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear, . And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance. They meet, they dart away, they wheel afrance; To right, to left, they thrid the flying inaze ; Now bound aloft with vigorous fpring, then glance
Rapid along; with many coloured rays
Insult thy creít, and glossy picions tear,
Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn,
XXXVIII. But who the melodies of morn can tell? The wild brook babbling down the mountain fide; The lowing herd; the feepfold's fimple bell; The pipe of early Mepherd him descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide The clamorous born along the clifts above