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We paus'd under many a tree,
And much she was charm'd with a tóne: Less sweet to Maria and me,
Who had witness’d so lately her own.
My numbers that day she had sung,
gave them a grace so divine, As only her musical tongue
Could infuse into numbers of mine. The longer I heard, I esteemid
The work of my fancy the more, And ev'n to myself never seem'd
So tuneful a poet before.
Though the pleasures of London exceed
In number the days of the year, Catharina, did nothing impede,
Would feel herself happier here ;
For the close-woven arches of limes,
On the banks of our river, I know, Are sweeter to her many.times
Than all that the city can show.
With a well-judging taste from above, Then, whether embellish'd or rude,
'Tis nature alone that we love. The achievements of art may amuse,
May even our wonder excite,
A lafting, a sacred delight.
Since then in the rural recess
Catharina alone can rejoice, May it still be her lot to possess
The scene of her sensible choice!
To inhabit a mansion remote
From the clatter of street-pacing steeds, And by Philomel's annual note
To measure the life that the leads.
With her book, and her voice, and her lyre,
To wing all her moments at home,
As oft as it suits her to roam,,
With little to wish or to fear,
Might we view her enjoying it here.
THE MORALIZER CORRECTED,
A HERMIT (or if 'chance you hold That title now too trite and old)
A man, once young, who lived retired
As hermit could have well defired,
His hours of study closed at last,
Your hermit, young and jovial sirs ! Learns something from whate'er oçćurs-And hence, he said, my mind computes The real worth of man's pursuits. His object chosen, wealth or fame, Or other sublunary game, Imagination to his view Presents it deck'd with ev'ry hue ,That can feduce him not to spare His pow'rs of best exertion there, But youth, health, vigour, to expend On so desirable an end. Ere long, approach life's evening shades, The glow that fancy gave it fades; And, earn'd too late, it wants the grace Which first engag'd him in the chase.
True, answer'd an angelic guide,
Attendant at the senior's side
But whether all the time it cost
To urge the fruitless chase be lost,