By which was I ever forgot? It was both my physician and cure, Attend, ye kind youth of the plain! I have chose a sweet sylvan retreat, I force not the waters to stand In an artful canal at my door, But a river, at Nature's command, Meanders both limpid and pure. She's the goddess that darkens my bow'rs She tutors my shrubs and my flow'rs, What a pleasing diversified groupe Of trees has she spread o'er my ground! She has taught the grave larix to droop, And the birch to deal odours around. For whom has she perfum'd my groves? If friendship despise my alcoves, He who tastes his grape juices by stealth, Amidst the green umbrage embower'd; RETIREMENT. COME, Inspiration, from thy vernal bow'r, Under a lonely spreading oak I lay, My head upon the daisied green reclin❜d, She led me near a crystal fountain's noise, "Adieu, ye baneful pleasures of the town! "Welcome, ye fields, ye fountains, and ye groves! "Where soaring warblers pour their plaintive loves, Each landscape cheering with their vocal strains. "Here rural Beauty rears her pleasing shrine; "She on the margin of each streamlet glows; "Where, with the blooming hawthorn roses twine, "And the fair lily of the valley grows. "Here Chastity may wander unassail'd "Thro' fields where gay seducers cease to rove; "Where open Vice o'er Virtue near prevail'd; Where all is innocence, and all is love. "Peace with hér olive wand triumphant reigns, "Guarding secure the peasant's humble bed; "Envy is banish'd from the happy plains, "And Defamation's busy tongue is laid. "Health and Contentment usher in the morn, "With jocund smiles they cheer the rural swain, "For which the Peer to pompous titles born, "Forsaken sighs, but all his sighs are vain. "For the calm comforts of an easy mind,. "In yonder lonely cot delight to dwell, "And leave the statesmen for the labʼring hind, "The regal palace for the lowly cell. "Ye, who to Wisdom would devote your hours, "And far from riot, får from discord stray! "Look back disdainful on the city's tow'rs, "Where Pride, where Folly point the slipp'ry way. "Pure flows the limpid stream in crystal tides, "Thro' rocks, thro' dens, and ever verdant vales, "Till to the town's unhallow'd wall it glides, "Where all its purity and lustre fails." ODE TO HOPE. HOPE! lively cheerer of the mind, To animate the lifeless clay, And bear my sorrows hence away. Hence gloomy-featur'd black Despair, Let pining Discontentment mourn, O smiling Hope in adverse hour, Tho' frowning Fortune fix my lot, Health is attendant in thy radiant train, Round her the whisp'ring zephyrs gently play, Behold her gladly tripping o'er the plain, Bedeck'd with rural sweets and garlands gay, When vital spirits are depress'd, And heavy languor clogs the breast, For oft thy friendly aid avails, When all the strength of physic fails. Nay, even tho' death should aim his dart, Depriv'd of thee must banners fall; But where a living Hope is found, The legions shout at danger's call, |