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Or, The Shepherd's Moral.

AN ORIENTAL ECLOGUE. Scene, a Valley near Bagdat..---Time; the Morning. "Ye Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, " And hear how shepherds pass their golden days. . “ Not all are blest, whom Fortune's hand sustains “ With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains : " Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; " 'Tis Virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell.”

Thus Selim sung, by sacred Truth infpir'd;
Nor praise, but such as Truth bestow'd, desir'd :
Wife in himself, his meaning songs convey'd
Informing morals to the shepherd maid ;
Or taught the swains that sureft bliss to find,
What groves nor ftreams bestow--a virtuous mind.

When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
The radiant morn resun'd her orient pride;
When wanton gales along the vallies play,
Breathe on each fow'r, and bear their sweets away;
By Tygris? wand'ring waves he sat, and sung
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 coft arts, the peopled world around ! “The morn that lights you, to your loves supplies “Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes ; " For you those fow'rs her fragrant hands bestow, “And yours the love that kings delight to know..


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66 Yet think not these, all-beauteous as they are,
• The best kind blessings Heaven can grant the fair :
• Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray,
« Boaft but the worth Balfora's * pearls difplay!
“ 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 boast,
“ By fense unaided, or to virtue loft.
« Self-fatt'ring sex! your hearts believe in vain
6. That Love shall blind, when once he fires the swain;
". Or hope a lover by your faults to win,
" As spots on ermine beautify the skin :
“ Who seeks fecure to rule, be first her care
16 Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair;
“ Each tender paffion man delights to find,'
- The lov'd perfection of a female mind!“

« Blest were the days when Wisdom held her reign, “ And shepherds fought her on the filent plain; o With Truth The wedded in the secret grove, “ Immortal Truth ! and daughters bless’d their love.

"O haste, fair maids! ye virtues, come away! “ Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! " The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore, “ By Ind excell'd, or Araby, no more.

« Loft to our fields, for so 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 amdit our rural scene, " And thepherd girls shall own thee for their queen :

* The Gulf of that pame, famous for the pearl-fishery.

6. With thee be Chastity, of all afraid, “ Distrusting all, a wise fufpicious maid ; “ But man the most--not more the mountain doe “ Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. “ Cold is her breaft, like flow'rs that drink the dew; " A filken veil conceals her from the view. “ No wild desires amidit thy train be known, “ But Faith, whofe heart is fix'd on one alone : . “ Desponding Meekness, with her downcaft eyes, “ And friendly Pity, full of tender fighs; " And Love the last. By these your hearts approve; “ These are the virtues that muft lead to love."

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


THE FEMALE SEDUCERS. · T'is said of widow, maid, and wife, That honour is a woman's life; Unhappy sex! who only claim , A being in the breath of fame; Which tainted, not the quick’ning gales. . That sweep Sabæa's spicy vales, Nor all the healing sweets restore, That breathe along Arabia's shore.

The tray’ller, if he chance to stray, May turn uncenfur'd to his way;

Polluted streams again are pure,
And deepest wounds admit a cure:
But woman no redemption knows,
The wounds of honour never close.

Though diftant ev'ry hand to guide,
Nor skill'd on life's tempestuous tide,
If once her feeble bark recede,
Or deviate from the course decreed,
In vain she feeks the friendless shore,
Her swifter folly flies before !
The circling ports against her clofe,
And shut the wand'rer from repose ;
Till by confliing waves oppress’d,
Her found'ring pinnace Gnks to reft.

Are there no suff'rings to atone For but a single error ? -None. Though woman is avow'd, of old, No daughter of celetlial mould, Her temp'ring not without allay, And form’d but of the finer clay, We challenge from the mortal dame The strength angelic natures claim ; Nay more--for sacred stories telt, That e'en immortal angels fell.

Whatever fills the teeming fphere Of humid earth, and ambient air, With varying elements endu'd, Was form'd to fall, and rise renewid.

The stars no fix'd duration know; Wide oceans ebb, again to flow ; The moon repletes her wanjng face, All beauteous from her late disgrace;

And suns, that mourn approaching night,
Refulgent rise with new-born light.

In vain may death and time subdue,
While Nature mints her race anew;
And holds fome vital spark apart,
Like virtue, hid in ev'ry heart.
"Tis hence reviving warmth is feen,
To clothe a naked world in green.
No longer barrd by winter's cold,
Again the gates of life unfold ;
Again each infect tries his wing,
And lifts fresh pinions on the spring ;
Again from ev'ry latent root
The bladed stem and tendril shoot,
Exhaling incense to the skies,
Again to perish, and to rise.

And must weak woman then disown
The change to which a world is prone ?
In one meridian brightness shine,
And ne'er like ev'ning suns decline?
Resolv'd and firm alone ? --Is this
What we demand of woman?-Yes!

But should the spark of vestal fire In some unguarded hour expire ; Or should the nightly thief invade Hesperia's chaste and Lacred shade, Of all the blooming spoil poffess’d, The dragon Honour charm'd to rest, Shall Virtue's flane no more return ? No more with virgin fplendor burn? No more the ravag'd garden blow With spring's succeeding blossom ?-No.

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