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* Sincere th* unalter'd bliss her charms impart,
Sedate th' enlivening ardours they inspire:
She bids no transient rapture thrill the heart,
She wakes no feverish gust of fierce desire.
'Unwise, who, tossing on the watery way,
Man more unwise resigns the mental sway,
* While storms remote but murmur on thine ear,
Nor waves in ruinous uproar round thee roll, Yet, yet a moment check thy prone career,
And curb the keen resolve that prompts thy soul.
'Explore thy heart, that, roused by glory's name,
And, does Ambition quench each milder flame?
* To indulge fell Rapine's desolating lust,
To drench the balmy lawn in streaming gore, To s"»irn the hero's cold and silent dust—
Arc these thy joys? Nor throbs thy heart for more?
'Pleased canst thou listen to the patriot's groan,
And hear th' abandon'd maid's last frantic moan,
'Nor wilt thou shrink, when Virtue's fainting breath Pours the dread curse of vengeance on thy head 1
Nor when the pale ghost bursts the cave of death,
'Was it for this, though born to regal power,
Bade Fancy's influence gild thy natal hour,
Theirs be the dreadful glory to destroy, And theirs the pride of pomp and praise suboraM, Whose eye ne'er lightened at the smile of Joy, Whose cheek the tear of Pity ne'er adorn'd:
* Whose soul, each finer sense instinctive quell'd.
The lyre's mellifluous ravishment defies: Nor marks where Beauty roves the flowery field, Or Grandeur's pinion sweeps th' unbounded skies.
'Hail to sweet Fancy's unexpressive charm!
Hail to the pure delights of social love!
Nor rack th' exulting frame, but gently move!
* But Fancy soothes no more, if stern Remorse
With iron grasp the tortured bosom wring. Ah then, even Fancy speeds the venom's course, Even Fancy points with rage the maddening sting.
'Her wrath a thousand gnashing fiends attend, And roll the snakes, and toss the brands of He»I;
The beam of Beauty blasts: dark Heavens impend Tottering: and Music thrills with startling ytiil.
* What then avails, that with exhaustless store
Obsequious Luxury loads thy glittering shrine? What then avails, that prostrate slaves adore, And Fame proclaims thee matchless and divine?
'What though bland Flattery all her arts apply— Will these avail to calm th' infuriate brain?
Or will the roaring surge, when heaved on high, Headlong hang, hush'd, to hear the piping swain?
* In health how fair, how ghastly in decay
Man's lofty form! how heavenly fair the mind
'How hideous and forlorn! when ruthless Care With cankering tooth corrodes* the seeds of life,
And deaf with passion's storms when pines Despair, And howling furies rouse th' eternal strife.
'O, by thy hopes of joy that restless glow,
Pledges of Heaven ! be taught by Wisdom's lore •
With anxious haste each doubtful path forego,
'Straight be thy course : nor tempt the maze that leads Where fell Remorse his shapeless strength conceals,
And oft Ambition's dizzy cliff lie treads,
And slumbers oft in Pleasure's flowery vales.
'Nor linger unresolved: Heaven prompts the choice' Save when Presumption shuts the ear of Pride:
With grateful awe attend to Nature's voice,
'Warn'd by her voice, the arduous path pursue,
What, though no gaudy scenes decoy their view,
'What, though rude mountains heave the flinty way?
Yet there the soul drinks light and life divine, And pure aerial gales of gladness play,
Brace every nerve, and every sense refine.
'Go, prince, be virtuous, and be blest. The throne Rears not its state to swell the couch of Lust:
Nor dignify Corruption's daring son,
T' o'erwhelm his humbler brethren of the dust.
'But yield an ampler scene to Bounty's eye,
And, 'midst admiring nations, set on high
'Go, then: the moan of Woe demands thine aid: Pride's licensed outrage claims thy slumbering ire .
Pale Genius roams the bleak neglected shade,
'Even Nature pines by vilest chains oppress'd i
O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast,
Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode?
'0 yet once more shall Peace from Heaven return. And young Simplicity with mortals dwell!
Nor Innocence th' august pavilion scorn,
'Wilt thou, my prince, th* beauteous train implore,
Then shall the shepherd sing in every bower,
And Love with garlands wreath the domes of Pride.
'The bright tear starting in th* impassion'd eyes
Of silent gratitude; the smiling gaze Of gratulation, faltering while he tries
With voice of transport to proclaim thy praise;
'Th' ethereal glow that stimulates thy frame,
When all th' according powers harmonious move,
And wake to energy each social aim,
'Be these, O man, the triumphs of thy soul;
And all the conqueror's dazzling glories slight, That, meteor like, o'er trembling nations roll,
To sink at once in deep and dreadful night.
'Like thine, yon orb's stupendous glories burn With genial beam; nor, at th' approach of even,
In shades of horror leave the world to mourn,
But gild with' lingering light th' impurpled Heaven.
Thus while she spoke, her eye, sedately meek,
No rival zeal intemperate flush'd her cheek—
Worth's nob^e pride can Envy's leer appal,
Can jealous Fear Truth's dauntless heart inthral?
And now the shepherd raised his pensive head:
Scared at the glances of the awful maid;
For young unpractised Guilt distrusts the guise
Of shameless Arrogance—His wav'ring breast,
Though warm'd by Wisdom, own'd no constant fire.
While lawless Fancy roam'd afar, unblest,
When thus the queen of soul-dissolving smiles:
Joyless and cruel are the warrior's spoils,
'Of human joy full snort is the career,
And the dread verge still gains upon your sight:
While idly gazing, far beyond your sphere,
'Till every sprightly hour, and blooming scene,
And clouds of tempests mount the blue serene,
'Then still exult to hail the present joy;
Thine be the boon that comes unearn'd by toil; No froward vain desire thy bliss annoy,
No flattering hope thy longing hours beguile.