Yet, as thou go'ft, may ev'ry blaft arise
Weak and unfelt as thefe rejected fighs!

Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'st thou see,

No griefs endure, nor weep, falfe youth, like me.” O let me fafely to the fair return,

Say, with a kifs, fhe muft not, fhall not mourn; O! let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Recall'd by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears. He said, and call'd on Heav'n to blefs the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way.

ECLOGUE

'N Georgia's land, where Teflis' towers are feen, In diftant view along the level green,

While evening dews enrich the glittering glade,
And the tall forests caft a longer shade,

What time 'tis fweet o'er fields of rice to flray,
Or fcent the breathing maize at fetting day;
Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove,
Emyra fung the pleafing cares of love.

Of Abra, first, began the tender ftrain,
Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain :
At morn she came those willing flocks to lead,
Where lillies rear them in the watery mead;
From early dawn the live-long hours fhe told,
Till, late at filent eve, the penn'd the fold.
Deep in the grove, beneath the fecret fhade,
A various wreath of odorous flowers fhe made:

* Gay-motley'd pinks, and sweet jonquils, fhe chofe,
The violet blue that on the moss-bank grows:
All fweet to fenfe, the flaunting rofe was there:
The finish'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair.
Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to ftray,
By love conducted from the chace away;
Among the vocal vales he heard her song,
And fought the vales and echoing groves among :
At length he found, and woo'd the rural maid;
She knew the monarch, and, with fear, obey'd.

"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!
The royal lover bore her from the plain;
Yet ftill her crook and bleating flock remain:
Oft, as fhe went, fhe backward turn'd her view, ́
And bad that crook and bleating flock adicu.
Fair happy maid! to other scenes remove,
To richer scenes of golden power and love!
Go, leave the fimple pipe, and fhepherd's ftrain:
With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign.

"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !”
Yet, midft the blaze of courts, fhe fix'd her love
On the cool fountain, or the fhady grove;
Still, with the fhepherd's innocence, her mind
To the sweet vale, and flowery mead, inclin'd:
And, oft as fpring renew'd the plains with flowers,
Breath'd his foft gales, and led the fragrant hours,

*That thefe flowers are found in very great abundance in fome of the provinces of Perfia; fee the Modern History of Mr. Salmon.

With fure return fhe fought the sylvan scene,
The breezy mountains, and the forefts green.
Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band!

Each bore a crook, all-rural, in her hand:

Some fimple lay, of flocks and herds, they fung; With joy the mountain and the forest rung.

"Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" And oft the royal lover left the care And thorns of ftate, attendant on the fair; Oft to the fhades and low-roof'd cots retir'd, Or fought the vale where firft his heart was fir'd; A ruffet mantle, like a fwain, he wore, And thought of crowns and bufy courts no more. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" Bleft was the life that royal Abbas led : Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. What if in wealth the noble maid excel; The fimple shepherd girl can love as well. Let those who rule on Perfia's jewell'd throne Be fam'd for love, and gentlest love alone; Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown, The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown. O happy days! the maids around her fay; O hafte, profufe of bleffings, hafte away!

"Be ev'ry youth, like royal Abbas, mov'd; And every Georgian maid, like Abra, lov'd!”

IN fair Circaffia, where, to love inclin❜d,

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for every was

Each fwain was blefs'd, for ev'ry maid was kind; At that still hour when awful midnight reigns, And none, but wretches, haunt the twilight plains; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high, And paft, in radiance, thro' the cloudless sky; Sad o'er the dews two brother fhepherds fled, Where wildering fear and defperate forrow led: Faft as they prefs'd their flight, behind them lay Wide ravag'd plains, and vallies ftole away. Along the mountain's bending fides they ran, Till faint and weak Secander thus began:

SECANDER.

O ftay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to fly.