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What care, what rules your heedless charms shall fave,
Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find?
* Ver. 346-366.
Implore his aid, in his decisions reft,
The TEARS of OLD MAY-DAY,
ED by the jocund train of vernal hours
And vernal airs, uprose the gentle May; Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the flow'rs
That sprung spontaneous in the genial ray. Her locks with heav'n's ambrosial dews were bright,
And am'rous zephyrs flutter'd on her breast : With ev'ry shifting gleam of morning light The colours shifted of her rainbow vest.
Imperial ensigns grac'd her smiling form,
A golden key, and golden wand she bore; This charms to peace each sullen eastern storm,
And that' unlocks the Summer's copious store.
Onward in conscious majefty she came,
The grateful honours of mankind to taste; To gather faireft wreaths of future fame,
And blend fresh triumphs with her glories past.
Vain hope! no more in choral bands unite
Her virgin vot'ries, and at early dawn, Sacred to May and Love's mysterious rite,
Brụsh the light dew-drops a from the spangled lawn.
To her no more Augusta's b wealthy pride
Pours the full tribute from Potofi's mine;
A purer off'ring, at her rustic shrine.
No more the Maypole's verdant height around
To Valour's games th' ambitious youth advance ; No merry bells and tabors' sprightlier found
Wake the loud carol, and the sportive dance.
Alluding to the country custom of gathering May-dew. • The plate garlands of London.
Sudden in pensive sadness droop'd her head,
Faint on her cheeks the blushing crimson dy'd“ O! chalte victorious triumphs, whither fled ?
“ My maiden honours, whither gone?" she cry'd.
Ah! once to fame and bright dominion born,
The Earth and smiling Ocean saw me rise, With time coeval and the star of morn,
The first, the fairest daughter of the skies.
Then, when at heay'n's prolific mandate sprung
The radiant beam of new-created day, Celestial harps, to airs of triumph ftrung,
Haiļd the glad dawn, and angels call'd me MAY.
Space in her empty regions heard the found,
And hills, and dales, and rocks, and vallies rung; The fun exulted in his glorious round,
And shouting planets in their courses sung.
For ever then I led the constant year ;
Saw Youth, and Joy, and Love's enchanting wiles ; Saw the mild Graces in
appear, And infant Beauty brighten in my smiles.
No Winter frown'd. In sweet embrace ally'd,
Three fifter Seasons danc'd th' eternal green ;
Too soon, when man prophan'd the bleflings giv'n,
And Vengeance arm'd to blot a guilty age,
I fled, and Aying faw the Deluge rage:
While founding billows from the mountains rollid,
My nectar'd streams, that fow'd on sands of gold. Then vanquish'd many a sea-girt isle and grove,
Their forests floating on the wat’ry plain : Then, fam’d for arts and laws deriv'd from Jove,
My Atalantis – sunk beneath the main. No longer bloom'd primeval Eden's bow'rs,
Nor guardian dragons watch'd the Hesperian fteep: With all their fountains, fragrant fruits and flow'rs,
Torn from the continent to glut the deep.
Yet oft descending to the languid earth,
And wak'd her flumb'ring atoms into birth.
And ev'ry virgin breath'd her am'rous vows, And precious wreaths of rich immortal fame,
Show'r’d by the Muses, crown'd my lofty brows.