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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;
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
« 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..
66 Yet think not these, all-beauteous as they are,
« 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,
Though diftant ev'ry hand to guide,
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,
In vain may death and time subdue,
And must weak woman then disown
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.