Stands a fad fhatter'd trunk; and, ftretch'd below, A lifelefs groupe the blafted cattle lie:

Here the foft flocks, with that fame harmless look
They wore alive, and ruminating ftill

In fancy's eye; and there the frowning bull,
And ox half-rais'd. Struck on the castled cliff,
The venerable tower and fpiry fane

Refign their aged pride. The gloomy woods
Start at the flash, and from their deep recefs,
Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake.
Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud
The repercuffive roar: with mighty crush,
Into the flashing deep, from the rude rocks
Of Penmanmaur heap'd hideous to the sky,
Tumble the fmitten cliffs; and Snowden's peak,
Diffolving, inftant yields his wintry load.
Far-feen, the heights of heathy Cheviot blaze,
And Thulè bellows thro' her utmost isles.

Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought.

And yet not always on the guilty head
Defcends the fated flafh. Young CELADON
And his AMELIA were a matchlefs pair;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace,
The fame, diftinguish'd by their fex alone:

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Hers the mild luftre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the rifen day.

They lov'd: but fuch their guileless paffion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undissembling truth.
'Twas friendship heightened by the mutual wish,
Th' enchanting hope, and fympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer felf;
Supremely happy in th' awakened power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the fhades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd
The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
Or figh'd and look'd unutterable things.

So pafs'd their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled; till, in evil hour,
The tempeft caught them on the tender walk,
Heedlefs how far, and where its mazes ftray'd,
While, with each other bleft, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden fmile around.
Prefaging inftant fate her bofom heav'd
Unwonted fighs, and stealing oft a look
Of the big gloom, on CELADON her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek.
In vain affuring love, and confidence

In HEAVEN, reprefs'd her fear; it grew, and shook
Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd
Th' unequal conflict, and as angels look

On dying faints, his eyes compaffion fhed,

With love illumin'd high. "Fear not," he said,
"Sweet innocence! thou ftranger to offence,
"And inward ftorm! HE, who yon fkies involves
"In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee
"With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft
"That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour
"Of noon, flies harmless: and that very voice,
"Which thunders terror thro' the guilty heart,
With tongues of feraphs whifpers peace to thine.
""Tis fafety to be near thee fure, and thus

"To clasp perfection!" From his void embrace,
Myfterious Heaven! that moment, to the ground,
A blackened corse, was ftruck the beauteous maid.
But who can paint the lover, as he stood,
Pierc'd by fevere amazement, hating life,
Speechlefs, and fix'd in all the death of woe!
So, faint refemblance! on the marble tomb,
The well-diffembled mourner ftooping stands,
For ever filent, and for ever fad.

As from the face of heaven the shatter'd clouds Tumultuous rove, th' interminable sky

Sublimer fwells, and o'er the world expands
A purer azure. Thro' the lightened air
A higher luftre and a clearer calm,
Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in fign
Of danger paft, a glittering robe of joy,
Set off abundant by the yellow ray,
Invefts the fields; and nature fmiles reviv'd.
'Tis beauty all, and grateful fong around,
Join'd to the low of kine, and numerous bleat
Of flocks thick-nibbling thro' the clover'd vale.
And shall the hymn be marr'd by thankless Man,
Moft-favour'd; who with voice articulate
Should lead the chorus of this lower world?
Shall he, fo foon forgetful of the hand

That hufh'd the thunder, and ferenes the sky,
Extinguish'd feel that spark the tempest wak'd,
That fenfe of powers exceeding far his own,
Ere yet his feeble heart has loft its fears?

Cheer'd by the milder beam, the fprightly youth
Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth
A fandy bottom fhews. A while he stands
Gazing th' inverted landfcape, half afraid
To meditate the blue profound below;

Then plunges headlong down the circling flood.
His ebon treffes, and his rofy cheek

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emerge; and thro' the obedient wave, At each short breathing by his lip repell'd, With arms and legs according well, he makes, As humour leads, an eafy-winding path; While, from his polifh'd fides, a dewy light Effuses on the pleas'd spectators round. This is the pureft exercise of health, The kind refresher of the fummer heats; Nor, when cold WINTER keens the brightening flood, Would I weak-fhivering linger on the brink. Thus life redoubles, and is oft preferv'd, By the bold swimmer, in the fwift illapfe Of accident difaftrous. Hence the limbs Knit into force; and the fame Roman arm, That rofe victorious o'er the conquer'd earth, First learn'd, while tender, to fubdue the wave. Even, from the body's purity, the mind Receives a fecret fympathetic aid.

Close in the covert of an hazel copfe, Where winded into pleafing folitudes

Runs out the rambling dale, young DAMON fat, Penfive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. There to the ftream that down the diftant rocks Hoarse-murmuring fell, and plaintive breeze that play'd Among the bending willows, falfely he