Amidst the rugged cares of life behold
“ The father and the husband, flatt'ring names,
“That spread his title and enlarge his share
“Of common wretchedness. He fondly hopes
“To multiply his joys, but ev'ry hour

35 “Renews the disappointment and the smart. “There not a wound afflicts the meanest joint “Of his fair partner or her infant-train “ (Sweet babes!) but pierces to his inimoft soul. “Strange isthy pow'r0 Love! What num'rous veins, “ And art'ries, and arms, and hands, and eyes, 41 “ Are link'd and fasten'd to a lover's heart “ By strong but secret strings ! With vain attempt “ We put the Stoick on, in vain we try “ To break the ties of Nature and of blood; 45 " Those hidden threads maintain the dear commu“Inviolably firm; their thrilling motions [nion

Reciprocal give endless sympathy “ In all the bitters and the sweets of life. “ Thrice happy man if pleasure only knew

30 “ These avenues of love to reach our souls, And pain had never found 'em!”

Thus fang the tuneful maid, fearful to try The bold experiment. Oft' Daphnis came And oft' Narcissus, rivals of her heart,

55 Luring her eyes with trifles dipt in gold And the gay filken bondage. Firm she stood, And bold repuls'd the bright temptation still,

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Nor put the chains on, dang'rous to try
And hard to be diffolu'd; yet rising tears бо
Sat on her eyelids, while her numbers flow'd
Harmonious sorrow, and the pitying drops
Stole down her cheeks to mourn the hapless state
Of mortal love; love, thou best blesling sent
To soften life and make our iron cares

Easy; but thy own cares of softer kind
Give sharper wounds; they lodge too near the heart,
Beat like the palse perpetual, and create
A strange uneasy sense, a tempting pain.

Say, my companion Mitio, speak fincere 70 (For thou art learned now) what anxious thoughts, What kind perplexities, tumultuous rise If but the abfence of a day divide Thee from thy fair beloved ! Vainly smiles The cheerful sun, and night with radiant eyes 75 Twinkles in vain; the region of thy soul Is darkness till thy better star appear. Tell me what toil, what torment, to sustain The rolling burden of the tedious hours? The tedious hours are ages; fancy roves

80 Refless in fond inquiry, nor believes Charissa safe; Charissa, in whose life Thy life consists and in her comfort thine. Fear and surmise put on a thousand fornis Of dire difquietude, and round thine ears Whisper ten thousand dangers, endless woes,


Till thy frame shudders at her fancy'd death,
Then dies my Mitio, and his blood creeps cold
Thro' ev'ry vein. Speak! does the stranger Muse
Calt happy guesses at the unknown passion, 90
Or has the fabled all? Inform me, friend,
Are half thy joys fincere ? thy hopes fulfill'd
Or frustrate! Here commit thy secret griefs
To faithful ears, and be they bury'd here
in friendthip and oblivion, left they spoil 95
'Thy newborn pleafures with distasteful gall;
Nor let thine eye too greedily drink in
The frightful prospect, when untimely death
Shall make wild inroads on a parent's heart,
And his dear offspring to the cruel grave

Are dragg’d in fad fucceffion, while his soul
Is torn away piecemeal: thus dies the wretch
A various death, and frequent cre he quit
The theatre and make his exit final.

But if his dearest half, his faithful mate, 105 Survive, and in the sweetest saddest airs Of love and grief approach with trembling hand To close his swimming eyes, what double pangs, What racks, what twinges, rend his heart-strings off From the fair boson of that fellow-dove He leaves behind to mourn! what jealous cares Hang on his parting foul to think his love Expos'd to wild oppression and the herd Of lavage men! So parts the dying turtle,


With sobbing accents, with such fad regret, IIS
Leaves his kind feather'd mate: the widow bird
Wanders in lonesome shades, forgets her food,
Forgets her life, or falls a speedier prey
To talon'd falcons, and the crooked beak
Of hawks athirst for blood-



Or, The bright vision. Thus far the Muse in unaccustom'd mood And strains unpleasing to a lover's ear Indulg'd a gloom of thought, and thus she sang Partial; for Melancholy's hateful form Stood by in sable robe: the pensive Muse 5 Survey'd the darksome scenes of life, and sought Some bright relieving glimpse, some cordial ray, In the fair world of love; but while she gaz'd Delightful on the state of twinborn souls United bless'd the cruel shade apply'd A dark long tube and a false tindur'd glass Deceitful, blending love and life at once In darkness, chaos, and the common mass Of mis’ry: now Urania feels the cheat, And breaks the hated optick in disdain.

15 Swift vanishes the sullen form, and lo The scene shines bright with bliss. Behold the place Where mischiefs never fly, cares never come With wrinkled brow, nor anguish, nor disease,

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Nor Malice forky-tongu'd. On this dear fpot,
Mitio, my love would fix and plant thy station,
To ad thy part of life ferene, and bless'd
With the fair confort fitted to thy heart.

Sure 't is a vision of that happy grove
Where the firft authors of our mournful race 25
Liv'd in sweet partnership! one hour they liv'd,
But chang'd the tasted bliss (imprudent pair!)
For sin, and Mame, and this waste wilderness
Of briers, and nine hundred years of pain.
The wishing Muse new dreffes the fair garden 30
Amid this defert world with budding bliss,
And evergreens, and balms, and flow'ry beauties,
Without one dang 'rous tree: there heav'nly dews
Nightly descending Thall impearl the grass
And verdant herbage; drops of fragrancy 35
Sit trembling on the spires; the spicy vapours
Rise with the dawn, and thro’the air diffus'd
Salute your waking senses with perfume,
While vital fruits with their ambrosial juice
Renew life's purple flood and fountain pure
From vicious taint, and with your innocence
Immortalize the structure of your clay.
On this new Paradise the cloudless skies
Shall smile perpetual, while the lamp of day
With flames unfully'd (as the fabled torch 45
Of Hymen) measures out your golden hours
Along his azure road. The nuptial moon


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