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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;
And boary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar.

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

« blaze.

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


· The gusts of appetite, the clouds of care,

And storms of disappointment all o'erpat,
· Henceforth no earthly hope with heaven shall share
• This heart, where peace ferenely shines at last.

And if for me no treasure be amass’d,
• And if no future age shall hear my name,
• I lurk the more secure from fortune's blast,

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

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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,
• Thus diffipate and quench the foul's ethereal fire!'

He said, and tura'd away; nor did the Sage
O’erhear, in Glent orisons employ'd.
The Youth, his rising forrow to assuage,
Home as he hied, the eveging scene enjoy'd:
For now no cloud obscures the starry void ?
The yellow moonlight Neeps on all the hills;


Nor is the mind with startling sounds annoy'd,

A foothing mui mur the lone region tills,
Of groves, and dying gales, and melancholy rills.

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;

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