Oft as fhe went, fhe backward turn'd her view, 2 And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair happy maid! to other scenes remove,

To richer scenes of golden power and love! Go leave the fimple pipe, and fhepherd's ftrain; With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"

Yet midft the blaze of courts fhe fix'd her love On the cool fountain, or the fhady grove; Still with the fhepherd's innocence her mind To the sweet vale, and flowery mead inclin'd; And oft as fpring renew'd the plains with flowers, Breath'd his foft gales, and led the fragrant hours, With fure return fhe fought the fylvan fcene, The breezy mountains, and the forefts green. Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band! Each bore a crook all rural in her hand: Some fimple lay, of flocks and herds they fung; With joy the mountain, and the forest rung.

"Be

Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"

And oft the royal lover left the care

And thorns of state, attendant on the fair; Oft to the fhades and low-roof'd-cots retir'd, Or fought the vale where first his heart was fir'd: A ruffet mantle, like a fwain, he wore, And thought of crowns and bufy courts no more. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov❜d, "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!”

Bleft was the life, that royal Abbas led: Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. What if in wealth the noble maid excel The fimple fhepherd girl can love as well. Let thofe who rule on Perfia's jewell'd throne, Be fam'd for love, and gentleft love alone;

Or wreath, like Abbas, full of fair renown,

The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.

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O happy

O happy days! the maids around her say;
O hafte, profufe of bleffings, hafte away!

"Be every youth, like royal Abbas mov'd; "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!”

ECLOGUE

IV.

AGIB AND SECANDER; OR, THE FUGITIVES.

SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA.

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TIME, MIDNIGHT.

'N fair Circaffia, where, to love inclin'd,

Each fwain was bleft, for every maid was kind; At that still hour, when awful midnight reigns, And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high, And past in radiance thro' the cloudless sky;

Sad o'er the dews, two brother fhepherds fled,
Where wildering fear and defperate forrow led:
Faft as they preft their flight, behind them lay
Wild ravag'd plains, and vallies ftole away.
Along the mountain's bending fides they ran,
'Till faint and weak Secander thus began:

SECANDER.

O ftay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, O turn thee and furvey, Trace our fad flight thro' all its length of way! And firft review that long-extended plain, And yon wide groves, already paft with pain! Yon ragged cliff, whofe dangerous path we tried! And last this lofty mountain's weary fide!

AGIB.

Weak as thou art, yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight, or fome feverer woe!

Still as I haste, the Tartar fhouts behind,

And shrieks and forrows load the faddening wind:
In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand,
He blasts our harvests, and deforms our land.
Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came,
Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame:
Far fly the fwains, like us, in deep despair,
And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care.

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SECAN