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• O, let me all thy steps attend !

• I'll point new treasures to thy fight; « Whether the grove thy wish befriend,

• Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright.

• I'll few my love the cleareft rill,

• Whose streams among the pebbles Aray; « These will we fip, and fip our fill,

« Or on the flow'ry margin play.

• I'll lead her to the thickest brake,

Impervious to the school-boy's eye; * For her the plaister'd nest I'll make,

• And on her downy pinions lie.

• When prompted by a mother's care,

• Her warmth shall form th’imprison’d young, • The pleasing talk I'll gladly share,

• Or chear her labours with my song,

To bring her food I'll range the fields,

• And cull the best of ev'ry kind; • Whatever Nature's bounty yields,

• And love's assiduous care can find.

• And when my lovely mate would stray

"To taste the summer sweets at large,
I'll wait at home the live-long day,
« And tend with care our little charge.

Then prove with me the sweets of love,

"With me divide the cares of life ;
No buth shall boast in all the grove
? Șo fond a mate, fo bless'd a wife.'

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He ceas'd his song. The melting dame

With soft indulgence heard the train ; She felt, the own'd, a'mutual Aame,

And hafted to relieve his pain.

He led her to the nuptial bower,

And nestled closely to her fide;
The fondest bridegroom of that hour,

And the the most delighted bride.

Next morn he wak’d her with a long ;

• Behold,' he said, • the new-born day! • The lark his matin peal has rung,

• Asise, my love, and come away."

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Together thro' the fields they ftray'd,

And to the murm'ring riv'let's fide; Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd,

With honest joy, and decent pride.

When, oh! with grief the Muse relates
The mournful sequel of my

tale ; Sent by an order from the Fates,

A gunner met them in the vale.

Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, My dear,

• Hafte, hafte away, from danger fly! • Here, gunner! point thy thunder here ;

• O, spare my love, and let me die !!

At him the gunner took his aim;

His aim, alas! was all too true : O! had he chose some other game!

Or fhot-as he was wont to do!

Divided

Divided pair ! forgive the wrong,

While I with tears your fate rehearse ;
I'll join the widow's plaintive song,

And save the lover in my verse.

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ET a few years, or days perhaps,

Or moments pass with filent lapfe,
And time to me shall be no more ;
No more the fun these eyes shall view,
Earth o'er these limbs her duft shall strew,

And life's fantastick dream be o'er.

Alas! I touch the dreadful brink;
From Nature's verge impell’d I fink;

And endless darkness wraps me round!
Yes, Death is ever at my hand,
Fast by my bed he takes his stand,

And constant at my board is found.

Earth, air, and fire, and water, join
Against this fleeting life of mine;

And where for succour can I fly?
If art, with flatt'ring wiles, pretend
To fhield me like a guardian friend,

By Art, ere Nature bids, I die.

I fee this tyrant of the mind,
This idol Flesh, to dust confign'd,

Once call?d from duft by Pow'r divine ;

It's features change ! 'tis pale ! 'tis cold
Hence, dreadful spectre! to behold

Thy aspect, is to make it mine.

And can I, then, with guilty pride,
Which fear nor shame can quell or hide,

This fleth ftill pamper and adorn!
Thus viewing what I foon shall be,
Can what I am demand the knee,

Or look on aught around with scorn?

But then this spark that warms, that guides,
That lives, that thinks, what fate betides!

Can this be duft, a kneaded clod!
This yield to death! the foul, the mind,
That measures heav'n, and mounts the wind,

That knows, at once, itself and God?

Great Cause of all, above, below,
Who knows thee, muft for ever know,

Immortal and divine !
Thy image on my soul impress'd,
Of endless being is the teft,

And bids eternity be mine!

Transporting thought !-but am I fure
That endless life will joy secure ?

Joy's only to the just decreed !
The guilty wretch expiring, goes
Where Vengeance endlefs life bestows,

That endless mis’ry may succeed.

A breath,

Great God, how awful is the scene!

a transient breath between ; And can I jelt, and laugh, and play!

To

To earth, alas ! too firmly bound,
Trees deeply rooted in the ground,

Are shiver'd when they're torn away.

Vain joys, which envy'd greatness gains,
How do ye bind with filken chains,

Which alk Herculean strength to break!
How with new terrors have

arm'd The pow'r whose slightest glance alarm'd!

How many deaths of one ye make!

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Yet, dumb with wonder, I behold
Man's thoughtless race, in error bold,

Forget or scorn the laws of death;
With these no projects coincide,
Nor vows, nor toils, nor hopes, they guide,

Each thinks he draws immortal breath.

Each, blind to Fate's approaching hour,
Intrigues or fights for wealth or pow'r,

And flumb'ring dangers dare provoke:
And he, who, tott'ring, scarce fuftains
A century's age, plans future gains,

And feels an unexpected stroke.

Go on, unbridled, desp'rate band,
Scorn rocks, gulphs, winds, search sea and land,

And spoil new worlds, wherever founder
Seize, haste to seize the glitt'ring prize,
And fighs, and tears, and pray’rs, despise,

Nor spare the temple's holy ground.

They go, succeed; but look again,
The desp’rate band you seek in vain,

Now trod in duft, the peasant's scorn!

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