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If once her feeble bark recede,
A stream call's Life, across it glides, Or deviate from the course decreed,
And equally the land divides; In vain the feek's the friendless thore,
And here, of vice the province lies; Her swifter folly flies before!
And there the hills of virtue rile. The circling ports against her close,
Upon a mountain's airy stand, And shut the wand'rer from repose ;
Whose fummit look'd to either land, Till, by conflicting waves oppressid,
An ancient pair their dwelling chose, Her found'ring pinnace links to reft.
As well for prospect as repote; Are there no offerings to atone
For mutual faith they long were fam'd, For but a lingle crror : -Nonc.
And Temp'rance and Religion nam’d. Tho' woman is avow'd, of old,
A num'ious progeny divine No daughter of celeitial mould,
Confels'd the honours of their line, Her tcmp'ring not without allay,
But in a little daughter fair And forin'd but of the finer clay,
Was center'd more than half their care; We challenge from the mortal dame
For Heaven, to gratulate her birth, The strength angulic natures claim ;
Gave signs of future joy to earth; Nay more--for sacred stories tell,
White was the robe this infant wore, That even immortal angel, fell.
And Chastity the name the bore. Whatever fills the tæeming sphere
As now the maid in stature grew Of humid earth, and ambient air,
(A flow'r just op’ning to the view) With varying elements en:ued,
Oft through her native lawns The stray'd, Was form’d to fall, and rife renewid.
And wrestling with the lambkins play'd; The stars no fix'd duration know;
Hur looks diffusive fivcets bequeath d, Wide occans ebb, again to flow;
The breeze grew purer as the breathi; The moon repletes her wining face,
The morn hur radiant bluth aflum'd, All beauteous from her late dilgrace;
The spring with carlier fragrance bloom'd; And suns, that mourn approaching night, And nature yearly took delight, Refulgent rite with new-born light.
Like her, to dress tile world in white. In vain may death and time fubdue,
But when her riling form was seen While nature minis her race anew;
To reach the crisis of fifteen, And holds fome vital fpark apait,
Her parents up the mountain's head Like virtue, hid in ev'ry heart.
With anxious itep their darling lcd ; 'Tis hence revivin' warmth is foen,
By turns they match'd her to their breaft, To clothe a naked world in green.
And thus the fears of age exprefs'd : No longer barr’d by winter's cold,
O joyful caute of many a care! Again the gates of life uufold;
daughter too divinely fair ! Again each insect tries his wing,
Yon world, on this important day, And lifts fresh pinions on the spring;
Demands thee to a dang'rous way ; Again from ev'ry latent root
A painful journey all must go, The bladed stem and tendril shoot,
Whole doubted period none can know; Exhaling incenfe to the skics,
Whole duc direction who can find, Again to perith, and to rile,
Where reason 's mute, and sense is blind?
Ah, what uncqual leaders there,
Then mark the warnings of the wife,
and learn what love and rears advise. Refoly'd and firin alone? Is this
Far to the right thy prospect bend, What we demand of wonan :-Yes.
Where yonder tow'ring hills ascend; But should the spark of vestal fire
Lo! there the arduous path 's in view In some unguarded hour expire ;
Which Virtue and her tons pursue ; Or should the nightly thief invade
Vith toil o'er lets’ning earth they rise, Hesperia's chaste and sacred shade,
And gain, and gain upon the kics. Of all the blooming spoil possess'd,
Narrow 's the way her children trcad, The dragon Honour charm'd to rest,
No walk for pleasure smoothly spread, Shall virtue's Hame no more reiurn?
But rough, and difficult, and feep, No more with virgin fplendour burn
Painful to climi), and hard to keep.
Fruits immature those lands dispense,
Of taste unplcaíant: yet froin those
pure health, with cheerful vigour, flows; Within this fublunary sphere
And itength, unfeeling of decay, A country lies--no matter where;
Tbrüughout the long laborious way. The clime may readily be found
Hence, as thcy feale that heavenly roa!, By all who tread poetic ground;
Each limb is lighten'd of its load;
From earth refining still they go,
Forth from her sacred eyelids fent, And leave the mortal weight below;
Like morn, fore-running radiance went, Then spreads the strait, the doubtful clears, While Honour, handmaid late allign'd, And lizooth the rugged path appears;
Uplield her lucid train behind.
Auve-struck, the much-admiring crowd
Gaz'd with an ever-new delight,
And caught freth virtue at the right; A gulf, black, fcarful, and profound,
For not of carth's unequal frame Appears, of either world the bound,
They dccm the heaven-c mpounded Dams; Through darkness leading up to light;
If matter, sure the most relind,
Some darling daughter of the day,
And bodied by her natire ray. And matter's grois incumb'ring mass,
Where'er the prilcs, thousands bend, Mian's late associates, cannot pats;
And thousands where the moves attend; But, finking, quit th’iminortal charge,
Her ways observant eves confels, And leave the wond'ring foul at large; Her steps purluing prailes lleis; Lightly the wings her obvious way,
While to the elevated Maid And mingles with eternal day.
Oblations, as to Heaven, are paid. Thither, oh thither wing thy speed,
'Twas on an ever-blithsome day, Tho' pleature charm, or pain impede;
The jovial birth of rosy May,
Now melts the frost in cv'ry breast,
The cheek with secret fufhing dyes, And endless bliís for transient pain.
And looks kind things froin chatteft eyes ; Then fear, ah! fear to turn thy right The fun with healthier visage glows, Where yonder How'ry fields invite :
Alide his clouded kerchief throws, Wide on the left the pathway bends,
And dances up th'ethereal plain, And with pernicious cafe de!cends;
Where late he usd to climb with pain, There, siveet to fensc, and fair to show,
While nature, as from bonds set free, New-planted Edens seem to blow,
Springs out, and gives a loose to glee. Trees, that delicious poison bear;
And now, for momentary rest, For death is vegetable there.
The nymph her travellid step repressid, Hence is the fraine of health unbrac'd, Just turn d to view the stage attain'd, Each fincw flack’ning at the taste,
And gloried in the height the gain'd. The soul to passion yiclds her throne,
Ouittretch'd before her wide survey And sees with organs not her own;
The realms of sweet perdition lay,
And pity touch'd her soul withi woe;
When straight the breeze began to breathe
Airs, gently wafted from beneath, The puppet world's amusing show,
That bore commission'd witchcraft thence, Dipp'd in the gaily-colourd bow,
And reach'd her sympathy of sense, Sceptres, and wreaths, and glitt'ring things, No sounds of discord, that disclose The toys of infants and of kings,
A people sunk and loft in woes, That tempt, along the baneful plain,
But as of present good poffeft, The idly wile and lightly vain,
The very triumph of the blest." Till, verging on the gulfy shore,
The maid in rape attention hung, Sudden they sink and rise no more.
While thus approaching Sirens lung: But lift to what thy fates declare ;
Hither, faireít, hither haste, Tho' thou art woman, frail as fair,
Brightest beauty, come and taste If once thy Niding foot Mould stray,
What the pow'rs of bliss unfold, Once quit yon heaven-appointed way,
Joys,too mighty to be told; For thee, loft maid, for thee alone,
Taste what ecstasies they give; Nor pray'rs shall plead, nor tears atone ;
Dying raptures taste, and live. Reproach, scorn, infamy, and hate,
In thy lap, disdaining measure, On thy returning steps Thall wait;
Nature empries all her treasure, Thy form be loath'd by ev'ry eye,
Soft desires, that liveetly languish; And ev'ry foot thy presence fly.
Fierce delights, that rise to anguish; Thus arm’d with words of potent found,
Fairest, dolt thou yet delay? Like guardian angels plac'd around,
Brightest beauty, come away. A charm, by truth divinely cast,
Lift not, when the froward chide,
Sons of pedantry and pride,
Snarlers, to whose feeble sense
So, baffling ev'ry bar to fin, April's funthine is onence;
And Heaven's own pilot plac'd within, Age and envy will advise
Along the devious, imooth defcent,
With pow'rs increafing as they went,
The dames, accustom'd to subdue,
As with a rapid current drew,
Here stop, ye fair ones, and beware,
Nor tend your fond affcctions there; So fung the Sirers, as of yore,
Yet, yet your darling, now deplor'd, Upon the false Ausonian fhore;
May turn, to you and heaven restor’d: And O! for that preventing chain,
Till then, with weeping Honour wait, That bound Ulyfies on the inain,
The servant of her better fate; That so our Fair One might withstand
With Honour, left upon the shore, The covert ruin, now at hand.
Her friend and handmaid now no more ; The fong her charm’d attention drew, Nor, with the guilty world, upbraid When now the tempters ftood in view;
The fortunes of a wretch betray Curiosity, with prying cyes,
But o'er her failing cast a vcil, And hands of busy, bola emprise ;
Rememb’ring you yourlelves are frail. Like Hermes, feather'd were her feet;
And now, from all-enquiring light, And, like fore-running Fancy, flect;
Fast Hled the conscious thades of night; By fearch untaughi, bę teil untird,
The Damiel, from a Mort repose, To novelty fhe ftill afpir'd,
Confounded at her plight, arose. Tasteless of every good poffeft,
As when, with ilumb'rous weight oppreft, And but in cxpectation bleft.
Soine wealthy miler links to reft, With her, alsociate, Pleasure came,
Where felons eve the glitt'ring prey, Gay Picafrre, frolic-loving dame,. .
And feal his hoard of joys away; Her micn all fivimraing in delight,
He, borne where golden Indus ftreams, Her beauties half reveaf'd to fight;
Of pearl and quarry'd diamond dreams; Loose flow'd her garments from the ground, Like Midas, turns the glebe to ore, And caught the killing winds around.
And stands all rapt amidst his store; As erft Medula's looks were known
But wakens, naked, and despoil'd To turn beholders into stone,
Of that for which his years had toild: A dire reverfion here they felt,
So far'd the Nymph, her trealure flown, And in the eye of Pleasure melt.
And turn'ci, like Niobe, to stone; Her glance with fiveet perfuafion charm’d, Within, without, obfcure and void, Unneri'd the strong, thc fcel'd disarmid; She felt all ravag'd, all defroy'd. No safety cven the Hying find,
And, O ebou curs'd, infidious coif! Who, vent'rous, look but cncc behind.
Are these the bleiðings thou canst boast? Thus was the much-admiring Maid, These, Virtue! there the joys they find, Il bile distant, morc than half betray'di. Who leave thy heaveu-topt hills behind Witr smiles, and adulation bland,
Shade nie, ve pines, ye caverns, hide, They join's her lide, and seiz d her hand, Ye mountains, cover ine! the cried. Their tooth enrenom'a firects inftilli,
Her trumpet Slander rais'd on higli, Her frame with new pultations thrillid; And told the ridings to the sky; White half confeeting, half deaving,
Contempt ditchary'd a living dart, Reluctant now, and now complying,
A fide-long viper to her heart; Amidst a war of hopes and fears,
Reproach breathi'd poisons o'er her face, Of trembling wishes, smiling tears,
And foil'd and blalted ev'ry grace ; Sull down and down, the winning pair | Officious Shame, her handmaid new, Compeild the ftruggling, yielding Fair.
Still turu'd the mirror to her view, As when some stately velel, bound
While thote in crimes the deepest dyed To blett Arabia's distant ground,
Approach'd to whiten at her fide : Borne from her courtes, haply lights
And ev'ry lewd insulting dame Where Barca's flowv'ry clime invitis,
Upon lier foily rose to fame. Conceal'd around us hofc trcach'roys land
'What should the do? Attempt once more Lurk the dire rock and dang'rous fund; To gain the late-deserted fhorc? The pilot warns, with fail and car
So trusting, back the Mourner fiew, To thun the much-lutpected more,
As fait thc train of fiends pursue. In vain; the tide, too lubily strong,
Again the farther Thore 's attain'd, Still lears the wrestling bark alung,
Again the land of virtue gain d;
But echo gathers in the wind,
Amaz’d, with headlong speed the tends,
Transient, fickle, light, and gay, Where late fhe left an host of friends;
Flatt'ring, only to betray; Alas ! those fhrinking friends decline,
What, alas, can life contain ! Nor longer own that form divine:
Life! like all its circles---vain. With fear they mark the following cry,
Will the stork, intending reft, And from the lovely treinbler fly,
On the billow build her neft? Or backward drive her on the coast,
Will the bce demand his store
From the bleak and bladeless shore >
Man alone, intent to stray,
Ever turns from wisdom's way; And from the face of friend thip driven,
Lays up wealth in foreign land, The Nymph funk prostrate on the ground,
Sows the sea, and ploughs the sand. With all her weight of woes around.
Soon this elemental mass, Enthron'd within a circling sky,
Soon th' incumb’ring world shall pass; Upon a mount, o'er mountains high,
Form be wrapt in wasting fire, All radiant fat, as in a fhrine,
Time be spent, and life expire. Virtue, firti effluence divine ;
Then, ye boasted works of men, Far, far above the scenes of woe,
Where is your asylum then? That shut this cloud-wrapt world below;
Sons of pleasure, fons of care,
Tell me, mortals, tell me where ?
Gone, like traces on the deep,
Like a fceptre gralp'd in sleep,
Dews, exhald from morning glades,
Melting snows, and gliding Thades. The gems of heaven and folar Hame
Pass the world, and what 's bchind? Be quench'd by her eternal beam,
Virtue's gold, by fire refin'd; And nature, quick’ning in her eye,
From an universo depravid, To rise a new-born phænix, dic.
From the wreck of nature fav’d. Hence, unreveal'd to inortal view,
Like the lifc-supporting grain, A veil around her form she threw,
Fruit of patience and of pain, Which three fid fitters of the thade,
On the livain's autumnal day, Pain, Care, and Melancholy, made.
Winnow'd from the chaff away. Thro' this her all-enquiring eye,
Little trembler, fear no more, Attentive from her station high,
Thou hast plenteous crops in fiore ; Beheld, abandon'd to despair,
Sced, by genial sorrows Town, The ruins of her fav'rite fair ;
More than all thy feorners own.
What tho' hostile earth despise,
Heaven beholds with gentler eyes ;
Heaven thy friendless iteps thall guide, L'ncurl'd the surging of the main,
Cheer thy hours, and guard thy fide. And smooth'd the thorny bed of pain ;
When the fatal crump ihall sound, The golden harp of heaven the strung,
When th’immortals pour around, And thus the tuneful goddess fung:
Heaven shall thy return attest,
Hail'd by myriads of the blest.
Little native of the skies,
Lovely penitent, arile; Come, thy sister angels say
Calm thy bolom, clear thy brow, Thou hast wept thy ftains away.
Virtue is thy fitter row. Let experience now decide
More delightful are my woes 'Twixt the good and evil tried ;
Than the rapture plcasure knows: In the smouth, encharted ground,
Richer far the weeds 1 bring
Than the robes that grace a king.
On my wars, of inoitest date,
Crowns of endless triumph wait ; Down, that anchors on the air ;
On my cares a period bleft; Clouds, that paint their changes there ;
On my tuils eternal rest. Seas, that smoothly dimpling lie,
Come, with Virtue at thy side ; While the storm impends on high,
Come, be ev'ry bar defied, Shewing, in an obvious glass,
Till we gain our native Thore :
Sister, come, and turn no more,
$ 325. FABLE XVI.
Love and Vanity.
And chastity, of icy mould,
Within the burning tropics cold ; THE breczy, morning breath'd perfume,
The wak’ning Aoiv'rs unveil'd their bloom, And lowlinefs, to whose mild brow Up with the sun, from short repose,
The pow'r and pride of nations bow; Gay health and lusty labour rofe ;
And modefty, with dowr.cast eye, The milkmaid carolld at her pail,
That lends the morn her virgin dye; And shepherds whistled o'er the dale:
And innocence, array'd in light; When Love, who led a rurai life,
And honour, as a tow'r upright; Remote from bustle, state, and strife,
With sweetly winning graces, more Forth from his thatch-roof'd cottage stray'd,
Than poets ever dreamt of yore, And stroll'd along the dewy glade.
In unaffected conduct free, A Nymph, who lightly tripp'd it by,
All smiling fifters, three times three ; To quick attention tuin'd his eye;
Androsy peace, the cherub bleft, He mark'd the gesture of the Fair,
That nightly fings us all to rest. Her self-sufficient grace and air,
Hence, from the bud of nature's priine, Her steps, that mincing meant to plcase,
From the fire step of infant time, Her studied negligence, and case ;
Woman, the world's appointe: light, And curious to enquire what meant
Has skirted ev'ry Thace with white ; This thing of prettiness and paint,
Has stood for imitation high, Approaching spoke, and bow'd observant;
To ev'ry heart and ev'ry eye ;
Froin ancient deeds of fair renown,
Has brought her bright memorials down ;
To time affix'd perpetual youth, At court no doubt the public care,
And form'd cach tale of love and truth. But Love has small acquaintancc there.
Upon a new Promethean plan Yes, Sir, replied the flutt'ring Dame,
She moulds the cllence of a man, This form confefies whence it came;
Tempers his mass, his genius fires, But dear variety, you know,
And, as a better foul, inspires. Can make us pride and pomp forego.
The rude lhe foftens, varms the cold, My name is Vanity. I sway
Exalts the meck, and checks the bold, The utinost islands of the sea ;
Calls Noth from his supine repose, Within my court all honour centres ;
Within the coward's bolom glows, I raise the meanest foul that enters,
Of pride unplumes the lofty creft, Endow with latent gifts and graces,
Bids bashful inerit stand confest, And model fools for posts and places.
And, like coarse metal from the mincs, As Vanity appoints at pleasure,
Collcats, irradiates, and refincs. The world receives its weight and measure;
The gentle science she imparts, Hence all the grand concerns of life,
All manners smooths, informs all hearts;
From her sweet influence are felt Joys, cares, plagues, pallions, peace and strife.
Pailions that please, and thoughts that melt; Rcicct how far my pow'r prevails,
To formy rage the bids controul, When I step in where nature fails,
And links fercnely on the soul,
Softens Deucalion's finty race,
Thus arm'd to all that 's light and rain,
She fills the sphere by Heaven allign'd,
And, ruld by me, o'er-sules mankind. Their robing, curling, and adorning,
He spoke." Thc Nymph impatient food, From noon to night, from night to morning,
And, laughing, thus her speech renewid : From six to fixty, fick or sound,
And pray, Sir, may I be fo bold I rule the female world around.
To hope your pretty tale is told; Hold there a moment, Cupid cried,
And next demand, without a cavil, Nor boast dominion quite so wide.
What new Utopia do you traveliWas there no province to invade,
Upon iny word, these high-fown fancies But that by Love and Meekness Tway'd ? Shew depth of learning-in romances. All other empire I resign;
Why, what unfashion 'd stuff you tell us But be the sphete of beauty mine,
Of buckram dames, and tiptoe fellows! For in the downy lawn of reft,
Go, child; and when you 're grotvn matures That opens on a woman's breast,
You 'll lhoot your next opinion furer. Attended by my peaceful train,
O such a pretty knack at painting ! I choose to live, and choose to reign.
And all for loft’ning and for sainting! Far-sighted faith I bring along,
Gucfs now, who can, a single feature, And truth, above an army strong i
Thro' the whole piece of female nature;