The trimfon cloud, blue main, and mountain gregs

And take, dim-gleaming on the smoky lawn;
+ Far to the west the long, long vale withdrawn,

Where twilight loves to linger for a while ;
And now he faintly kees the bounding fawn,

And villager abroad at early toil. (smile. But, lo! the fun appears ! and heaven, carth, ocean,

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XXI. And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in milt the world below was loft. What dreadful pleasure ! there to ftand sublime, Like shipwreck'd mariner on defert coaft, And view th’ enormous waste of vapour, tost In billows, lengthening to th' horizon round, Now scoop'd in gulphs, with mountains now emboss'd!

And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound!

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1 XXII. ;*!; In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful feene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight? 17 Nor less, than when on ocean-wave ferene tingib The southern sun diffused his dazzling fhene. - STYLE Even fad viciffitude amused his soul ..

And if a figh would sometimes intervene,

And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,
A figh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to control,

XXIII. Oye wild groves, Oʻwhere is now your bloom!? (The Mufe interprets thus his tender thought)

Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloomy • Of late so grateful in the hour of drought ! • Why do the birds, that song and rapture brought "To all your bowers, their mansions now forsake « Ah! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought?

• For now the storm howlsmournfulthrough the brake, . And the dead foliage flies in many a shapelele flake,


VIV. " Where now the big dious, pure, and caoły: • Andmeads; with lite mix and beauty crown'd! • Ah! fee, th' unightly -7?, and sluggish pool, « Have all the folitary veiabrord; « Fled each fair form, and myte ieh melting found. « The raven crgaks forlorn on naked pray: « And harls ! the river, buriting every mound;

• Down the vale thuaders, and with wasteful fway, • Uproots the grove, and rolls the shatter'd rocks away,

XXV. • Yet such the destiny of all on earth : “So fourishes and fades majestic man. • Fair is the bud his vernal morn brings forth,

And fostering gales a while the nursling fan. . O smile, ye heavens, serene ; ye mildews wan, ! Ye blightning, whirlwinds, spare his balmy prime, « Nor lessen of his life the little span.

· Borne on the swift, though silent wings of Time, « Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.

XXVI. < And he it fo. Let those deplore their doom,

.7 Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn. • But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, 'Can (mile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn.

Shall spring to these sad fee no more return? ? Is yonder wave the sun's cternal bed ?« Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn,

And spring shall soon her vital influence shed, · Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.

XXVII. « Shall I be left abandon'd in the dust,

1 • When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ? • Shall Nature's yoice, to man alone unjust,

T • Bid him, though doom'd to perish, hope to live? ! Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive • With disappointment, penury, and pain.

• No : Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive ; * And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Bright through th' eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.

XXVIII. This truth sublime his simple fire had taught. lo sooth, 'twas almost all the shepherd knew. No subtle nor superfluous lore he fought, Nor ever wilh'd his Edwin to pursue. Let man's own sphere (quoth he) confine his view, • Be man's peculiar work his fole delight.' And much, and oft, he warn'd him, to eschew

Falsehood and guilt, and aye maintain the right, By pleasure unseduced, unawed by lawless might.

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XXIX. . And from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Wor • O never, never turn away thine ear.

Forlorn, is this bleak wilderness below,

Ah! what were man, Mould heaven refuse to hear • To others dom(the law is not severe :) ! What to thyself thou wishest to be done. • Forgive thy foes; and love thy parents' dear, . And friends, and native land; nor those alone ; All human wealand wo learn thou to make thine own."

See, in the rear of the warm funny shower,
The vifionory boy from thelter fly!
For now the storm of summer-rain is o'er,
And cool, and fresh, and fragrant is the fky.
And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high,
The rainbow brightens to the setting fun!
Fond fool, that deem'ft the Itreaming glory nigli,

How vain the chale thine ardor has begun !
?Tis fled afar, ere half thy purposed race be run.

XXX. Yet couldt thou learn, that thus it fares with age, When pleasure, wealth, or power, the bofor warm,

This bafled hope might tame thy manhood's rage,
And Disappointment of her ting difarm.----
But why should forefight thy fond heart alarm?
Perith the lore that deadens


deore! Pursue, poor imp, th’imaginary charm,

Indulge gay Hope, and Fancy's pleasing fire : Fancy and Hope too soon shall of themselves expire.

XXXII; When the long-founding curfew from afar Loaded with loud lament the lonely gale, Young Edwin, lighted by the evening itar, Lingering and listening, wander'd down the vale. There would he dream of graves and corses pale ; And ghosts, that to the charnel-dungeon throng, And drag a length of clanking chain, and wail,

Till filenced by the owi's terrific song, Or blast that shrieks by fits the fhuddering illes along

XXXIII. Or, when the setting moon, in crimson dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man he hied, Where Fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy roam at large, till sleep A vision brought to his intranced fight. And first, a wildly.murmuring wind 'gan creep Shrill to his ringing ear; then tapers bright, With instantaneous gleam, illumed the vault of Night.

Anon in view a portal's blazon'd arch
Arose; the trumpet bids the waves unfold;
And forth an host of little warriors march,
Grasping the diamond lance and targe of gold.
Their look was gentle, their demeanour boid!,

green their helms, and green their fisk attire ; And here and there, right vencrally all,

The long-robed minitreis wake the warbling wire, And fome with mellow breath the martial pipe inspire.

XXXV. With meriment, and song; and timbrels clear, A troep of dames from myrtle bowers advance ; The little warriors dofi the targe and spear, . And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance. They meet, they dart away, they wheel aficance; To right, to lett, they thrid the flying inaze ; Now bound aloft with vigorous spring, then glance

Rapid along; with many coloured rays
Of tapers, gems, and gold, the echoing forests blaze.

The dream is fled Proud harbinger of day,
Who scar'dit the vision with thy clarion Prill,
Fell chanticleer! who oft haft reft away
My fancied good, and brought fubftantial ill!
O to thy cursed scream, discordant still,
Let Harmony aye shut her gentle ear :
Thy boastful mirth let jealous rivals spill,

Insult thy creit, and glossy pinions tear,
And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear,

Forbear, my Muse. Let Love attune thy line.
Revoke the spell. Thine Edwin frets not fo.
For how should he at wicked chance repine,
Who feels from every change amusement flow;
Even now his eyes with smiles of rapture glow,
As on he wanders through the scenes of morn,
Where the fresh flowers in living luftre blow,

Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn,
A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are born.

XXXVIIT. But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain fide; The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell; 'The pipe of early slepherd him descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above;

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