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For thee kind Science all her lore displays, Each shady tree of varied foliage shows,
And fame awaits thee with the wreath of praise.' And ev'ry flow'r and ev'ry fruit bestowy;
· why,' cries one, • is she alone thy care? There drop rich gums of ev'ry high perfume;
She's fair, indeed, but other maids are fair : There sing sweet birds of ev'ry gaudy plume;
Negima's eyes with dazzling lustre shine,

There soft-ey'd Houries tread th' enamellid green-
And her black tresses curl like Zebid's vine; Once, and no more, the bappy seat was seen;
On Hinda's brow Kushemon's lily blows,

his stray'd mel midst the wild he sought, And on ber cheek unfolds Nisbapor's rose ! Chance to the spot the wand'ring Esar brought; With them, the tale, the song, the dance shall please, A blissful Irem, midst the desert drear, When Mirth's free banquet fills the bow'r of ease.' Semira's tent my love-sick sight shall cheer.' • Ah cease,' said I ; of love he little knows,

" What palm of beauty tow'rs on Keran's hills? Who with sage counsel bopes to cure its woes ! What myrrh with fragrance Sala's valley fills? Go, bid in air Yamama's lightnings stay,

'Tis she, who left so late her fav’rite shades, } Or Perath's lion quit his trembling prer:

The loveliest nymph of Yemen's sportive maids ! Kind Science' lore with Beauty best we share, Look from thy lent, the curtains fair unfold, And Beauty's hands Fame's fairest wreaths prepare. Give to my view thy veil of silk and gold; I praise Negima's lovely hair and eyes;

O lift that veil! thy radiant eyes di-playNor Hinda's lily, nor her rose despise ;

Those radiant eyes shall light me on my way! But Omman's pearls diffuse a brighter beam On flejar's wild rocks from the Persian main, Than the gay pebbles of Kalafa's stream.'

Thus the Moon rising lights the wilder'd swain. “ O lov'd Semira! whither dost thou rove? O raise thy voice! the sound shall give delight, Tread thy soft steps by Sada's jasmine grove? Like songs of pilgrims distant heard by night! Dost thou thy focks on Ocah's mountain keep? I come, I come!”—He spoke, and seiz'd the rein, Do Ared's olives whisper o'er thy sleep?

And his feet courser spurn’d the sandy plain. Ah, no!—the majd, perhaps, remote from these, Some hostile troop, in ambush laid, may seize : Too lovely captive ! she, in triumph borne, The proud pacha's throug'd baram shall adorn.

Vain fear! around her march her valiant friends ;

Brave Omar's hand the bow of Ishmael bends;
Strong Hassan's arm Kaaba's spear can wield,
And rear on high El-makin's pond'rous shield !
Ah, shame to me! shall Sloth's dishonouring chain
From love, from glory, Zerad here detain,

The following account of British conduct and its Till grief my cheek with sickly saffron spread,

consequences, in Bengal and the adjacent proAnd my eyes, weeping, match th' argavan's red 4 ?

vinces, some years ago, will afford a sufficient Haste, bring my steed, supreme in strength and idea of the subject of the following Felogue. grace,

After describing the monopoly of salt, betel-nut, First in the fight, and fleetest in the chase;

and tobacco, the historian thus proceeds: “MoHis sire renown'd on Gebel's bills was bred,

ney, in this current, came but by drops; it His beauteous dam in Derar's pastures fed:

could not quench the thirst of those who waited Bring my strong lance that ne'er impellid in vain, in India to receive it. An expedient, such as it Pierc'd the fierce tiger on Hegesa's plain.

was, remained to quicken its pace.—The natives Across the desert I her steps pursue;

could live with little salt, but not without food. Toil at my side, and danger in my view!

Some of the agents saw thentselves well situated There Thirst, fell demon! haunts the sultry air, for collecting the rice into stores; they did so. And his wild eye-balls roll with horrid glare;

They knew the Gentoos would rather die, than There deadly Sumiel », striding o'er the land, violate the precepts of their religion by eating Sweeps his red wing, and whirls the burning sand; flesh. The alternative would therefore be, beAs winds the weary caravan along,

tween giving what they had, and dying. The The fiery storın involves the hapless throng,

inhabitants sunk; they that cultivated the land, I go, I go, nor toil nor danger heed;

and saw the barvest at the disposal of others, The faithful lover Safety's hand shall lead.

planted in doubt; scarcity ensued; then the The heart that fosters virtue's gen'rous flames,

monopoly was easier managed. The people took Our holy prophet's sure protection claims.

to roots, and food they had been unaccustomed “ Delightful Irem (midst the lonely waste

to eat. Sickness ensued. In some districts, the By Shedad's hand the paradise was plac'd)

languid living left the bodies of their numerous dead unburied." Short History of English

Transactions in the East-Indies, p. 145. 4 D'Herbelot informs us, that saffron faces, and the above quotation sufficiently proves, that the argavan eyes, are expressions commonly used in

general plan of the following poem is founded on the east, to describe passionate lovers, whose melancholy appears in their countenances, and whose eyes become red with weeping. The argavan is which is no less celebrated by the Asiatic poets, than supposed to be the arbor judæ; whose blossoms are that of the Hesperides by the Greeks. It was plantof a bright purple. Vide Harmer's Commentary on ed, as the commentators say, by a king named Solomon's Sonz, page 162.

Shedad ; and was once seen by an Arabian, who Sumiel; the fiery blasting wind of the desert. wandered far into the desert, in search of a lost 6“ Mabommed, in his Alcoran, in the chapter camel.” Jones's Essay on the Poetry of the Eastern of the Morning, mentions a garden, called Irem, Nations.


fact. And, even with regard to its particular in- Dearth and disease to you alone we owe; cidents, there can be little doubt, but that, among Ye cause the mischief, and enjoy the woe! the varied miseries of millions, every picture of “ This beauteous clime, but late, what plenty distress, which the author has drawn, had its

bless'd! · original.

What days of pleasure, and what nights of rest!
From Gola's streets, fam'd mart of fragrant grain !

Trade's cheerful voice resounded o'er the plaio;
O GUARDIAN genius of this sacred wave!! There now sad Silence listens to the waves
O save thy sons, if thine the pow'r to save!” That break in murmurs round the rocky caves.
So Serim spoke, as sad on Ganges' shore

Sweet were the songs o'er Jumal's level borne, He sat, his country's miseries to deplore

While busy thousands throng'd to plant the cord; .“ O guardian genius of this sacred wave! Now tenfold tax the farmer forc'd to yield, O save thy sons, if thine the pow'r to save! Despairs, and leaves unoccupy'd the field. From Agra's tow'rs to Muxadabat's 2 walls, Sweet were the songs of Burdwan's mulberry grove, On thee for aid the suffring Hindoo calls:

While the rich silk the rapid shuttle wove; Europe's fell race control the wide domain, Now from the loom our costly vestments torn, Engross the harvest, and enslave the swain. Th’insulting robbers meanest slaves adorn. Why rise these cumbrous piles along thy tide ? In Malda's shades, on Purna's palmy plain, They hold the plenty to our prayers deny'd ! The hapless artists, urg'd to toil in vain, Guards at their gates perpetual watch maintain, Quit their sad homes, and mourn along the land, Where Want in anguish craves relief in vain. A pensive, pallid, self-disabled band 4!* Bring gold, bring gems,' th' insatiate plunderers “ The year revolves— Bring choicest fruits and cry;

flow'rs! Whọ hoards his wealth by Hunger's rage shall die. Spread wide the board in consecrated bow'rs; Ye fiends! ye have ravish'd all our little store; Bring joy, bring sport, the song, the dance prepare! Ye see we perish, yet ye ask for more!

'Tis Drugah'ss feast, and all our friends must Go ye yourselves, and search for gold the mine;

share! Go, dive where pearls beneath the ocean shine! The year revolves—nor fruits nor flow'rs are seen; What right have ye to plague our peaceful land?

Nor festive board in bow'rs of holy green ; No ships of ours e’er sought your western strand : Nor joy, nor sport, nor dance, nor tuneful strain: Ne'er from your fields we snatch'd their crops away, 'T is Drugah's feast--but grief and terrour reign. Nor made your daughters or your sons our prey.

Yet there, ingrate! oft welcome guests ye came, Not ev'n in thought we quit our native place- And talk'd of honour's laws and friendship's flame. A calm, contented, inoffensive race!

“ The year revolves-and Bishen's fast invites By Avarice led, ye range remotest climes,

On Ganges' marge to pay the solemn rites; And ev'ry nation execrates your crimes.

All, boons of Bishen, great preserver, crave; “ When Timur's house 3 renown'd, in Delhi All, in the sacred flood, their bodies lave : reign'd,

No more, alas!-the multitude no more Distress, assistance unimplor'd obtain'd:

Bathe in the tide, or kneel upon the shore ; When Famine o'er th' afflicted region frown'd, No more froin towns and villages they throng, And Sickness languish'd on the barren ground, Wide o'er the fields, the public paths along : The imperial granaries wide display'd their doors, And ships provision brought from distant shores ; 4 “ Those who now made the things the English The laden camels crowded Kurah's vales,

most wanted, were pressed on all sides-by their From Colgon's cliffs they hail'd the coining sails. own necessities, their neighbours, and the agents But ye!-e'en now, while fav’ring seasons smile, employed to procure the company's investments, And the rich ylebe would recompense our toil, as the goods sent to Europe are called. These im

portunities were united, and urged so much, so

often, and in such ways, as to produce, among the The Hindoos worship a god or genius of the people in the silk business, instances of their cutting Ganges.

off their thumbs, that the want of them might ex2 Muxadabat, or Morshedabat, a large city of cuse them from following their trade, and the inIndia, about two hundred miles above Calcutta. conveniences to which they were exposed beyond The name is commonly pronouced with the ac the common lot of their neighbours." History of cent on the last syllable; Muxadabát. I have English Transactions in the East Indies. taken the liberty to accommodate this, and some Drugah; a Hindoo goddess. “Drugah Poojah few other words, to my verse, by altering the ac is the grand general feast of the Gentoos, usually centuation ; a matter, I apprehend, of little conse visited by all Europeans, (by invitation) who are quence to the English reader.

treated by the proprietors of the feast with the *3 The famous Mahometan tyrant, Auranzebe, fruits and flowers in season, and are entertained during a famine which prevailed in different parts every evening with bands of singers and dancers." of India, exerted himself to alleviate the distress of

Vide Holwell's Indostan, vol.ii. his subjects. “ He remitted the taxes that were 6 Bishen, Bistnoo, or Jaggernaut, is one of the due; he employed those already collected in the pur. principal Hindoo deities. “ This fast, dedicated to chase of corn, which was distributed among the poorer him, is called the Sinan Jattra, or general washing sort. He even expended immense suns out of the in the Ganges; and it is almost incredible to think treasury, in conveying grain, by land and water, the immense multitude, of every age and sex, that into the interior provinces, from Bengal, and the appears on both sides the river, throughout its countries which lie on the five branches of the whole course, at one and the same time." Indus.” Dow's Indostan, vol. iii. p. 340.

Vide Mr. Holwell, vol. ii. p. 124-128.


Sad on our ways, by human foot unworn,

He looks celestial dignity and grace, Stalks the dim form of Solitude forlorn !-

And views with pity wretched human race! From Ava's mountains Morn's bright eyes survey « • Forbear, rash man! nor curse thy country's Fair Ganges' streams in many a winding stray; There fleecy flocks on many an island feed; Frail man to man forgiveness ever owes. There herds unnumber'd pasture many a mead; When Moisasoor 9 the fell on Earth's fair plain (While noxious herbs our last resource supply, Brought his detested offspring, Strife and Pain; And, dearth escaping, by disease we die)

Revenge with them, relentless Fury, came, • Take these,' ye cry, ‘nor more for food complain! Her bosom burning with infernal flame! Take these, and slay like us, and riot on the slain!' Her hair sheds horroar, like the comet's blaze; Ah no! our law the crime abhorr'd withstands; Her eyes, all ghastly, blast where'er they gaze; We die—but blood shall ne'er pollute our hands. Her lifted arm a poison'd crice 10 sustains; O guardian genius of this sacred wave!

Her garments drop with blood of kindred veins ! Save, save thy sons, if thine the pow'r to save !" Who asks her aid, must own her endless reign,

So Serim spoke-while by the Moon's pale beam, Feel her keen scourge, and drag her galling chain!' The frequent corse came floating down the stream 7. “ The strains sublime in sweetest music close, He sigh'd, and rising turn'd bis steps to rove And all the tumult of my soul compose. Where wav'd o'er Nizim's vale the coco-grove; Yet you, ye oppressors! uninvok'd on you", There, midst scorch'd ruins, one lone roof remain'd, Your steps, the steps of justice will pursue! And one forlorn inhabitant contain'd.

Go, spread your white sails on the azure main ; The sound of feet he near his threshold heard; Praught with our spoils, your native land regain; Slow from the ground bis languid limbs he rear'd: Go, plant the grove, and bid the lake expand, “ Come, tyrant, come! perform a gen’rous part, And on green ills the pompous palace stand: Lift thy keen steel, and pierce this fainting heart! Let Luxury's hand adorn the gaudy room, Com'st thou for gold ? my gold, alas, I gave, Smooth the soft couch, and shed the rich perMy darling daughter in distress to save!

fumeThy faithless brethren took the shining store, There night's kind calın in vain shall sleep invite, Then from my arms the trembling virgin tore! Wbile fancied omens warn, and spectres fright: Three days, three nights, I 've languish'd here Sad sounds shall issue from your guilty walls, alone

The widow'd wife's, the sonless mother's calls; Three foodless days, three nights to sleep unknown! And infant rajahs' bleeding forms shall rise, Come, tyrant, come! perform a gen'rous part, And lift to you their sgpplicating eyes : Lift thy keen steel, and pierce this fainting heart !” | Remorse intolerable your hearts will feel,

“ No hostile steps the haunt of Woe invade," And your own hand plunge deep th' avenging Serim reply'd-and, passing where the glade

steel 12. A length of prospect down the vale display'd, (For Europe's cowards Heav'n's command disdain, Another sight of misery met his view;

To Death's cold arms they fly for ease in vain.) Another mournful voice his notice drew!

For us, each painful transmigration o'er, There, near a temple's recent ruin, stood

Sweet fields receive us to resign no more ; A white-rob'd Bramin, by the sacred flood: Where Safety's fence for ever round us grows, His wives, his children, dead beside him lay And Peace, fair flow'r, with bloom unfading blows; Of hunger these, and those of grief the prey! Light's Sun unsetting shines with cheering beam; Thrice he with dust defil'd his aged head;

And Pleasure's river rolls its golden stream !" Thrice o'er the stream his hands uplifted spread: Enrapt he spoke-then ceas'd the lofty strain, “ Hear, all ye pow'rs to whom we bend in pray'r! And Orel's rocks return'd the sound again. Hear, all who rule o’er water, earth, and air ! British ruffian, near in ambush laid, 'T is not for them, though lifeless there they lie; Rush'd sudden from the cane-isle's secret shade; 'T is not for me, though innocent I die:

“ Go to thy God !” with rage infernal cry'd, My country's breast the tiger, Avarice, rends, And headlong plung'd the hapless sage into the And loud to you her parting groan ascends.

foaming tide.
Hear, all ye pow'rs to whom we bend in pray'r!
Hear, all who rule o'er water, earth, and air !
Hear, and avenge!

[sphere, 9 Moisasoor: the Hindoo author of evil, similar “ But, hark! what voice, from yonder starry to our Satan. Slides, like the breeze of ev'ning, o'er my ear? 10 Crice, an Indian dagger. Lo, Birmah's 8 form! on amber clouds enthron'd; 11 The reader must readily perceive the propriety His azure robe with lucid emerald zon'd;

of this turn of thought in a poem designed to have a moral tendency. There is much difference between

a person wishing evil to his enemy, and presaging 7 The Hindoos frequently cast the bodies of their that evil will be the consequence of that enemy's deceased into the Ganges; with the idea, I suppose, crimes. The first is an immoral act of the will; of committing them to the disposal of the god the second, a neutral act of the judgment. or genius of the river.

12 The Hindoo religion strongly prohibits suicide. 8 Birmah is a principal deity of the Hindoos, in Mr. Holwell gives us the following passage from the whose person they worship the divine attribute of Shastah : “ Whosoever, of the delinquent Debtah, wisdom. From the best accounts we have of India, shall dare to free himself from the mortal form the intelligent part of the natives do not worship wherewith I shall enclose him; thou, Sieb, shalt "stocks and stones,” merely as such; but rather plange him into the Onderah for ever: he shall not the Supreme Existence, in a variety of attributes or again bave the benefit of the fifteen Boboons of pure manifestations.

gation, probation, and purification.


Of tyrants proud, from pow'r's high summit cast; LI-PO;

And lovers, long desponding, bless'd at last.

They ceas'd; the warblings softly died away,

Like zephyrs ceasing at the close of day. [sight,
“ This scene," said hc, “how fair! to please the
How Nature's charms, Art's ornaments unite!
Those maids, what magic in the strains they sung!

Song sweetliest flows from Beauty's tuneful tongue. Those who are conversant in the best accounts of Yet say, did Tien bid powr and wealth be mine,

China, particularly Du Halde's History, must For me my soul to pleasure to resign?
have remarked, that the Chinese government, -“ What boots that annual, on our fathers' tombs,
though arbitrary, is well regulated and mild; We strew fair flow'rs, and offer choice perfumes;
and that a prince, in that country, can acquire no Our veneration of their memories show,
glory, but by attention to the welfare of his sub- And not their steps in virtue's path pursue?
jects. On this general idea is founded the plan When, from his province as the prince returns,
of the following poem.

Rich feasts for him are spread, and incense burns,
And gilded barks unfold their streamers gay,

And following crowds their loud applauses pay; Where Honan's bills Kiansi's vale enclose,

Avails all this, if he from right has swerv’d, And Xifa's lake its glassy level shows;

And conscience tells him all is undeserv'd? Li-po's fair island lay-delightful scene !

“ Arise, Li-po! 't is duty calls, arise! With swelling slopes, and grores of every green:

The Sun sinks redd'ning in 'Tartarian skies. On azure rocks his rich pavilion plac'd,

Yon walls that tow'r o'er Xensi's neighb'ring plain, Rear’d its light front with golden columns grac'd ; | Think, why did Tien superior rank impart,

Yon walls unnumber'd miseries contain.
High o'er the roof a weeping willow hung,
And jasmine boughs the lattice twin'd among;

Force of the mind, or feelings of the heart.
In porcelain vases crested amaranth grew,

Last night in sleep, to Fancy's sight display'd, And starry aster, crimson, white, and blue;

Lay lovelier scenes than e'er my eyes survey'd; Lien-hoa flow'rs upon the water spread;

With purple shone the hills, with gold the vales, Bright shells and corals varied lustre shed;

And greenest foliage wav'd in gentlest gales: From sparry grottos crystal drops distillid

Midst palmy fields, with sunshine ever bright, On sounding brass, and air with music fill’d;

A palace rear'd its walls of silvery white; Soft through the bending canes the breezes play'd, The gates of pearl a shady hall disclos'd, The rustling leaves continual murmur made;

Where old Confucius' rev'rend form repos'd: Gay shoals of gold-fish glitter'd in the tide,

Loose o'er his limbs the silk's light texture flowd, And gaudy birds few sportive by its side.

His eye serene ethereal lustre show'd: The distant prospects well the sight might please,

My son,' said he, as near his seat I drew, With pointed mountains, and romantic trees:

· Cast round this wondrous spot thy dazzled view; From craggy cliffs, between the verdant shades,

See how, by lucid founts in myrtle bow'rs, The silver rills rush'd down in bright cascades;

The bless'd inhabitants consume their hours; O'er terrac'd steeps rich cotton harvests ' wav'd,

They ne'er to War, fell fiend ! commission gave And smooth canals the rice-clad valley lav'd;

To murder, ravish, banish, and enslave; Long rows of cypress 2 parted all the land,

They ne'er bade Grandeur raise her gorgeous pile,

With tribute ravish'd from the hand of Toil; And tall pagodas crown'd the river's strand !

’T was here, from business and its pomp and pain, But parents, guardians of the people reign'd, The pensive master sought relief in vain.

The weak defended, and the poor sustain'd.' Li-po, mild prince, a viceroy's sceptre sway'd,

Smiling he ceas'd—the vision seem'd to fly, And ten fair towns his gentle rule obey'd :

Like fleecy clouds dispersing in the sky. The morn's transactions to his memory came,

“ Arise, Li-po! and cast thy robes aside, And some he found to praise, and some to blame ;

Disguise thy form, thy well-known features hide; Mark'd here how justice, pity there prevail'd,

Go forth, yon streets, yon crowded streets pervade, And how from haste or indolence he fail'd.

Mix with the throng, and mark who seeks thy aid: Beneath a bow'r of sweet ka-fa, whose bloom

There Avarice stern o'er poverty bears sway, Fill'd all th' adjacent lawn with rich perfume,

And age and sickness fall his easy prey;

There hands that Justice' sacred ensigns bear, His slaves at distance sat-a beauteous train!One wak'd the lute, and one the vocal strain :

Protect the plunderer, and the plunder share; They saw his brow with care all clouded o'er,

Perhaps there Discord's desp'rate rage prevails, And wish'd to ease the anxiety he bore.

And Wisdom's voice to calm the tumult fails; Amusive tales their soothing lay disclos’d,

Perhaps Revenge gives victims to the grave, Of heroes brave to perils strange expos'd,

Perhaps they perish, ere I baste to save !"

He spoke, and rose; but now along the way

That from the city-gate fair-winding lay, · The Chinese reduce the steep slopes of their Stretch'd through green meads where lowing cattle hills into little terraces, on which they grow cotton, Amid the lake's wide silver level rais'd, [graz'd, potatoes, &c. They plant the edges of their ter Led up steep rocks by painted bridges join'd, races with trees, which keep up the ground, and Or near thin trees that o'er the tide inclin'd, make a very fine appearance.

Slow tow'rds his palace came a suppliant train;2 Their rice-grounds are separated by broad Whoe'er his presence sought ne'er sought in vainditches, the sides of which are planted with cy- The ready vessel, waiting at his call, presses. Vide Osbeck's Voyage to China.

Receiv'd, and bore him to the audience-hall.

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As, all-attentive, these I view'd,

And many a pleasing thought pursu'd,

Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd!

With thee, where Thames his waters leads
The Horatian, or lesser ode, is characterized prin- Along the undulating tide,

Round Poplar's isles of verdant meads, cipally, by ease and correctness. The follow

I've seen the white-sail'd vessels glide; ing little pieces; attempted on that plan, were the production of very different periods, and, Or Dulwich hills, or Greenwich bowers:

Or gaz'd on London's lofty towers, on revisal, were thought not undeserving a

As, all-attentive, these I view'd, place in this collection.

And many a pleasing thought pursu'd,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,

Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd!

() gentle Leisure !--absent long

I woo thee with this tuneful song:

If e'er, allur'd by grateful change,

O’er scenes yet unbeheld I range, GENTLE Leisure, whom of yore

And Albion's east or western shore To Wealth the fair Contentment bore,

For rural solitudes explore: When Peace with them her dwelling made,

As, all-attentive, these I view, And Health her kind attendance paid;

And many a pleasing thought pussue, As wand'ring o'er the sunny plains

Whate'er of pleasure they bestow,
They fed their herds and fleecy trains :-

To thee that pleasure I must owe!
O thou ! who country scenes and air
Preferr'st to courts, and crowds, and care;
With thee I've often pass'd the day,
To thee I wake the grateful lay.

With thee on Chadwell's 'thymy brow,

Beneath the hazels bending bough,
I've sat to breathe the fragrance cool
Exhaling from the glassy pool;

What time fair Spring, with dewy hand,
Where, through th' unsully'd crystal seen,

Awakes her cowslip bloom; The bottom show'd its shining green:

And hawthorn boughs, by breezes fann'd,
As, all-attentive, these I view'd,

Diffuse a rich perfume;
And many a pleasing thought pursu'd,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,

Young Theron down the valley stray'd
Still I to thee that pleasure owd!

At ev'ning's silent hour;
With thee, on Mussla's ? corn-clad height, When bright the setting sunbeams play'd
The landscape oft has charm'd my sight;

On Hertford's distant tower.
Delightful hills, and vales, and woods,
And dusty roads, and winding floods ;

He sigh'd, and cast around his eye
And towns, that through thin groups of shade

O'er all the pleasing scene; Their roofs of vary'd form display'd:

Now tow'rds the golden-clouded sky,
As, all-attentive, these I view'd,

Now on the fields of green.
And many a pleasing thought pursu'd,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd !

“ Thrice has fair Spring her cowslip bloom With thee, where Easna's 3 hornbeam grove

Awak'd with dewy hand; Its foliage o'er me interwove,

And hawthorn boughs diffus'd perfume,
Along the lonely path I 've stray'd,

By western breezes fann'd,
By banks in hoary moss array'd,
Wbere tufts of azure orpine grew,

“ Since here, at ev’ning's silent hour, And branchy fern of brighter hue:

Delighted oft I stray'd ; As, all-attentive, these I view'd,

While bright on Hertford's distant tower
And many a pleasing thought pursu'd,

The setting sunbeams play'd:
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd!

'T was then the flatterer Hope was near; With thee by Stansted's 4 farms enclos'd,

And sung this soothing strain : With aged elms in rows dispos’d;

• Where through the trees yon tow'rs appear Or where her chapel's walls appear,

Far o'er the level plain;
The silver winding river near,
Beneath the broad-leav'd sycamore,
I've linger'd on the shady shore:

"" There oft thy pleasant evening walk

Thy fav’rite maid shall join,

And all the charms of tender talk I 'The New River Head, near Ware.,

And tuneful song be thine: 2 A bill on the north side of Ware. 3 A pleasant wood, east of Ware.

5 Commonly called the Isle of Dogs, opposite * A village in the same neighbourhood.


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