• Sincere th' unalter'd bliss her charins impart, • Unwise, who, tossing on the watery way, Borne headlong on by passion's keen resolve. • While storms remote but murmur on thine ear, Explore thy heart, that, roused by glory's name, • To indulge fell Rapine's desolating lust, To surn the hero's cold and silent dust Are these thy joys? Nor throbs thy heart for more? • Pleased canst thou listen to the patriot's groan, • Nor wilt thou shrink, when Virtue's fainting breath Was it for this, though born to regal power, Theirs be the dreadful glory to destroy, And theirs the pride of pomp and praise suborn'd, Whose eye ne'er lighten'd at the smile of Joy, Whose check 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! Hail, pleasures mild, that fire not while ye warm, 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 Heil: The beam of Beauty blasts: dark Heavens impend Tottering and Music thrills with startling yeil. • What then avails, that with exhaustless store • In health how fair, how ghastly in decay 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, And life's wild ways with cautious fear explore. Straight be thy course: nor tempt the maze that leads Where fell Remorse his shapeless strength conceals, And oft Ambition's dizzy cliff he 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, The voice of Nature Heaven ordain'd thy guide. 'Warn'd by her voice, the arduous path pursue, 'What, though rude mountains heave the flinty way? 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 h "Go, then the moan of Woe demands thine aid: Pride's licensed outrage claims thy slumbering ire. Pale Genius roams the bleak neglected shade, And battening Avarice mocks his tuneless lyre. • Even Nature pines by vilest chains oppress'd : Th' astonish'd kingdoms crouch to Fashion's nod. O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast, Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode? "O yet once more shall Peace from Heaven return, And young Simplicity with mortals dwell! Nor Innocence th' august pavilion scorn, Nor meek Contentment fly the humble cell! Wilt thou, my prince, th' beauteous train implore, 'Midst Earth's forsaken scenes once more to bide? 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, Attuned spontaneous to the will of Jove; 'Be these, O man, the triumphs of thy soul; '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, Worth's noble pride can Envy's leer appal, Or staring Folly's vain applauses soothe ? And now the shepherd raised his pensive head: For young unpractised Guilt distrusts the guise Of shameless Arrogance-His wav'ring breast, When thus the queen of soul-dissolving smiles: Joyless and cruel are the warrior's spoils, Of human joy full short is the career, And the dread verge still gains upon your sight: While idly gazing, far beyond your sphere, Ye scan the dream of unapproach'd delight: • Till every sprightly hour, and blooming scene, |