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* Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ;
• 'Tis virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell,'.

Thus Selim sung, by facred Truth infpir'd ;
Nor praise, but such as Truth bestow'd, desir'd :
Wise in himself, his meaning fongs convey'd
Informing morals to the shepherd maid;
Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find,
What groves nor streams bestow—a virtuous mind.

When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride ;
When wanton gales along the vallies play,
Breathe on each flow's, and bear their sweets away;
By Tygris' wandering waves he fat, and fung
This useful lesson for the fair and

young
Ye Persian dames,' he said, ' to you belong,
(Well may they please) the morals of my song:
« No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found,
• Grac'd with soft arts, the peopled world around !
« The morn that lights you, to your loves supplies
• Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes ;

For you those flow'rs her fragrant hands bestow, . And

yours the love that kings delight to know. " Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, • The best kind blessings Heav'n can grant the fair ! • Who truft alone in beauty's feeble ray, • Boaft but the worth Balsora's * pearls display : • Drawn from the deep, we own the surface bright; • But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light. • Such are the maids, and such the charms they boat ;

By sense unaided, or to virtue lost. * Self-flatt'ring sex! your hearts believe in vain, · That Love shall blind, when once he fires the swain ; • Or hope a lover by your faults to win, • As spots on ermin beautify the skin :

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* The gulph of that name, famous for the pearl fishery.

· Who seeks fecure to rule, be first her care
• Each softer virtue that adorns the fair ;
• Each tender passion man delights to find,
• The lov'd perfection of a female mind!

• Bless'd were the days, when Wisdom held her reignj
• And shepherds fought her on the silent plain;
« With Truth she wedded in the secret grove,
• Immortal Truth! and daughters bless'd their love.

· O hafte, fair maids ! ye Virtues, come away! • Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! • The balmy shrub for you fiall love our shore,

By Ind excell’d, or Araby, no more.

• Loft to our fields, for fo the Fates ordain, • 'The dear deserters shall return again. • Come thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear; « To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear : • Here make thy court amidst our rural scene, • And shepherd-girls shall own thee for their queen. • With thee be Chastity, of all afraid, • Diftrusting all, a wife fufpicious maid; • But man the most not more the mountain doe • Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. • Cold is her breast, like flowers that drink the dew } A filken veil conceals her from the view. "No wild desires amidst thy train be known, • But Faith, whose heart is fix'd on one alone :

Defponding Meekness, with her down-cast eyes,
• And friendly Pity, full of tender sighs ;
« And Love the last. . By these

your
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approve ; • These are the virtues that must lead to love.'

Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends say,
The maids of Bagdat verify'd the lay :
Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along;
The shepherds lov’d, and Selim bless’d his song.

ECLOGUB

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IN filent horror, o'er the boundless waste,

The driver Hassan with his camels pass’d:
One cruise of water on his back he bore,
And his light fcrip contain'd a scanty store ;
A fan of painted feathers in his hand,
To guard his shaded face from scorching fand.
The sultry sun had gain’d the middle sky,
And not a tree, and not an herb was nigh :
The beasts, with pain, their dusty way pursue,
Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the view!
With desperate forrow wild, th' affrighted man
Thrice figh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus began :

• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,

< When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! • Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind, • The thirst or pinching hunger that I find ! • Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirft afswage, • When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage ; • Soon iħall this fcrip it's precious load refign; " Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ?

Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear
. In all my griefs a more than equal share !
• Here, where no springs in murmurs break away,
• Or moss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day,
. In vain ye hope the green delights to know,
• Which plains more bless’d, or verdant vales bestow :
• Here rocks alone, and tasteless fands are found,
• And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around.

• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
• When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!
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• Curs'd be the gold and silver which persuade
• Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade!
• The lily Peace outshines the filver store,
• And Life is dearer than the golden ore :
Yet money tempts us o'er the desart brown,
To ev'ry diftant mart and wealthy town.
• Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the sea;
• And are we only yet repaid by thee ?
• Ah! why this ruin fo attractive made ?
• Or why, fond man, fo easily betray'd ?
• Why heed we not, while mad we hafte along,
• The gentle voice of Peace, or Pleasure's song?
• Or wherefore think the flow'ry mountain's fide,
• The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride;
• Why think we these less pleasing to behold
• Than dreary defarts, if they lead to gold?

• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
When first from Schiraz' walls I bent

my way !
• O ceafe, my fears !all frantick as I go,
• When thought creates unuumber'd scenes of woe.

What if the lion in his rage I meet! • Oft in the dust I view his printed feet :

And, fearful! oft, when Day's declining light • Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, • By hunger rouz'd, he scours the greaning plain, • Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train; • Before them Death, with firieks, directs their way! « Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey.

• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,

« When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! • At that dead hour the filent.asp shall creep, • If aught of reft I find, upon my sleep : • Or fome swoln serpent twift his scales around,

And wake to anguish with a burning wound. • Thrice happy they, the wise, contented poor; & From luft of wealth, and dread of death secure !

• They

They tempt no desarts, and no griefs they find; * Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.

• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,

• When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! · hapless youth ! for the thy love hath won, • The tender Zara, will be moft undone !

Big swell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful maid,
• When faft she dropp'd her tears, and thus she said:
“ Farewel the youth, whom fighs could not detain ;
“ Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain !
“ Yet as thou go'ft, may ev'ry blat arife,
“ Weak and unfelt as these rejected fighs !
“ Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'st thou fee;
“ No griefs endure ; nor weep, false youth, like me!"
• O let me safely to the fair return,
« Say, with a kiss, the must not, shall not mourn !
• O let me teach my heart to lose it's fears,
Recall'd by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears !'

He said ; and callid on Heav'n to bless the day,
When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way,

ECLOGUE

III.

A BRA; OR, THE GEORGIAN SULTANA.

SCENE, A FOREST.-TIME, THE EVENING.

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N Georgia's land, where Teffilis' tow'ss are seen,

In diftant view along the level green;
While evening dews enrich the glittring glade,
And the tall forests cast a longer fhade ;
What time 'tis fweet o'er fields of rice to stray,
Or scent the breathing maize at setting day ;
Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove,
Emyra sung the pleafing cares of love,

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