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Whose peaceful path, and ever-open gate,
There Death himself thy Lucy shall restore; i There yield up all his pow'r, ne'er to divide you more,
TO A FRIEND.
I bade Augusta's venal fons farewel; Now, mid the trees, I see my smoke arise,
Now hcar the fountains bubbling round my cell. O may that genius, which secures my rest,
Preserve this villa for a friend that's dear!
Ne'er tinge the lip that dares be infincere !
Fly my plain board, and dread my hoftile name! Hence! the faint verse that flows not from the heart,
But mourns in labour'd strains the price of fame! O lov'd Simplicity! be thine the prize !
Asliduous art correct her page in vain ! His be the palm, who, guiltless of disguise,
Contemns the pow'r, the dull resource to feign. Gtill may the mourner, lavish of his tears
For lucre's venal mede, invite my scorn!
Still may the bard, dissembling doubts and fears,
For praise, for flatt'ry fighing, sigh forlorn!
Soft as the line of love-lick Hammond flows,
'Twas his fond heart effus'd th' melting theme: Ah! never could Aonia's hill disclofe
So fạir a fountain, or so loy'd a stream. Ye loveless bards ! intent with artful pains
To form a figh, or to contrive a tear!
Survey Camilla's charms, and grow sincere.
Love's gentle tyrant seats his awful throne,
The ready pen that makes his edicts known. Pleasing, when youth is long expir'd, to trace
The forms our pencil or our pen design'd: o Such was our youthful air, and shape, and face!
“ Such the soft image of our youthful mind !” Soft whilst we deep beneath the rural bow'rs,
The Loves and Graces fteal unseen away; And where the turf diffus'd its pomp of flow'rs,
We wake to wintry scenes of chill decay ! Curse the "fad fortune that detains thy fair;
Praise the foft hours that gave thee to her arms; Paint thy proud scorn of ev'ry vulgar care,
When hope exalts thee, or when doubt alarms. Where with Oenone thou hast worn the day
Near fount or stream, in meditation rove; If in the grove Oenone lov'd to stray,
The faithful muse (hall meet thee in the grove.
TO A FRIEND, ON SOME SLIGHT OCCASION ESTRANGED FROM
HEALTH to my friend, and many a cheerful day!
Around his feat may peaceful shades abide! Smooth flow the minutes, fraught with smiles, away,
And, till they crown our union, gently glide. Ah me! too swiftly fleets our vernal bloom !
Loft to our wonted friendship, loft to joy! Soon may thy breast the cordial with resume,
Ere wint'ry doubt its tender warmth destroy. Say, were it our's, by Fortune's wild command,
By chance to meet beneath the torrid zone ; Wouldst thou reject thy Damon's plighted hand; Wouldst thou with scorn thy once-lov'd friend dil
own ? Life is that ftranger land, that alien clime :
Shall kindred fouls forego their social claim Launch'd in th' vast abyss of space and time,
Shall dark suspicion quench the gen'rous flame? Myriads of souls, that knew one parent mould,
See sadly sever'd by the laws of chance! Myriads, in time's perennial list enrolld,
Forbid by Fate to change one transient glance ! But we have met where ills of ev'ry forra,
Wherc pafsions rage, and hurricanes descend : Say, shall we nurse the rage, aslift the storm ?
And guide them to the bosom of a friend?
Yes, we have met--through rapine, fraud, and wrong;
Might our joint aid the paths of peace explore ! Why leave thy friend amid the boistrous throng,
Ere death divide us, and we part no more. For oh, pale fickness warns thy friend away!
For me no more the vernal roses bloom! I fee ftern Fate his ebon wand display,
And point the wither'd regions of the tomb. Then the keen anguish from thine eye shall start,
Sad as thou follow'st my untimely bier ; “ Fool that I was, (if friends so soon must part,)
“ To let suspicion intermix a fear.”
ELEGY, Comparing his humble Fortune with that of others, he ex
patiates on the miserable Servitude of an African Slave.
W HY droops this heart, with fancy'd woes forlorn?
Why sinks my soul beneath each wintry sky? What pensive crowds by ceaseless labours worn,
What myriads with to be as bless’d as I ? What though my roofs, devoid of pomp, arise,
Nor tempt the proud to quit his defin'd way? Nor costly art my flow'ry dales disguise,
Where only fimple friendship deigns to stray ? See the wild sons of Lapland's chill domain,
That scoop their couch beneath the drifted snows, How void of hope they ken the frozen plain, Where the sharp east for ever, ever blows !
Slave though I be, to Delia's eyes a Nave,
My Delia's eyes endear the bands I wear ; The sigh the causes well becomes the brave,
The pang she causes, 'tis even bliss to bear, See the poor native quit the Lybian (hores,
Ah! not in love's delightful fetters bound ! No radiant smile his dying peace restores,
Nor love, nor fame, nor friendship heals his wound. Le vacant Bards display their boasted woes,
Shall I the mockery of grief display?
Who bleeds and weeps his fum of life away!
Ere the shrill boatswain gave the hated sign ;
He stole one secret moment to repinc.
Such moving plaints as Nature could inspire :
But smooth’d, and fuited to the founding lyre. o Why ain I ravish'd from my native strand ?
" What savage race protects this impious gain? " Shall foreign plagues infest this teeming land,
• And more than sea-born monsters plough the main? “ Here the dire locusts horrid swarms prevail ;
“ Here the blue asps with livid poison swell ; * Here the dry dipsa writhes his finuous mail;
“.Can we not here, secure from envy, dwell ? * When the grim lion urg'd his cruel chase,
“ When the stern panther sought his midnight-prey,