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O Nymph, approach! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead, thro’ the cool moist air
Throws his young maiden beams,
And with chaste kisses woos The earth's fair bosom; while the streaming veil Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade
Protects thy modest blooms
From his severer blaze, Sweet is thy reign, but short; the red Dog-star Shall scorch thy tresses, and the mower's scythe
Thy greens , thy flow'rets all,
Remorseless shall destroy. Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewell; For O! not all that Autumn's lap contains,
Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,
Caņ aught for thee attone.
Each joy and new-born hope
Mrs. BARBA ULD.
CHA P. X X V I I.
Domestic Love and Happiness.
Happy they! the happiest of their kind ! Whom gentler stars unite , and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of buman laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind , That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love; Where friendship full exerts her softest power: Perfect esteem, enliven’d by desire Ineffable, and sympathy of soul; Thought meeting thought, and will preventing
will, With boundless confidence : for nought but love Can answer love, and render bliss secure.
Its pomp 2
Let him, ungenerous, who alone, intent
and its nonsense all ?
and calls For the kind hand of an assiduous care. Delightful task ! to rear the tender Thought, To teach the young Idea how to shoot, To pour
the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast , Oh! speak the joy ! ye whom the sudden tear Surprises often , while you look around, And nothing strikes yonr eye but sights of bliss ; All various nature pressing on the heart : An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate tabour, useful life, Progressive virtue , and approving Heaven. These are the matchless joys of virtuous love; And thus their moments fly. The Seasons thus,
As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll,
more, as more resemblance swells,
CH A P. X X VIII.
The Pleasures of Retirement. O knew he but his happiness! of men, The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in ihe vale, with a choice few retir'd Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. What thu' the dome be wanting, whose proud
gate, Each morning vomits out the sneaking crowd Of flatt'rers false, and in their turn abus'd ? Vile intercourse! What tho' the glittering robe, OF every
hue reflected light can give , Or floated loose, or stiff with mazy gold, The pride and gaze of fools, oppress him not? What tho', from utmost land and sea purvey'd, For him each rarer tributary life Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps With luxury and death? What tho' his bowl Flames not with costly juice; nor sunk in beds Oft of gay Care, he tosses out the night, Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state? What thu' he knows not those fantastic joys , That still amuse the wanton, still deceive; A face , of pleasure but a heart of pain ; Their hollow woments undelighted all! Sore peace is his; a solid life, estrang’d To disappointment and fallacious hope:
Rich in Content, in Nature's bounty rich,
The rage of nations, and the crush of states, Move not the man, who, from the world escap'd, In still retreats, and flow'ry solitudes, To Nature's voice attends , from month to month, And day to day, throʻ the revolving year; Admiring, sees her in her every shape; Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart; Takes what she lib’ral gives, por thinks of more. He, when young spring protrudes the bursting
And tempts the sickled swain into the field,
eye. A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure, ' Aud mark them down for wisdom. With swift
whose beams on his alone
dance, or song, he sternly scorns :
CH A P. X X I X.
Genius. FROM ROM heav'n my strains begin ; from heav'n
descends The flame of Genius to the human breast
19 And love and beauty, and poetic joy And inspiration. Ere the radiant sun