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There, sweet to fense, and fair to show,
New-planted Edens seem to blow,
Trees, that delicious poison bear;,
For death is vegetable there.
Hence is the frame of health unbrac'd,
Each finew fack’ning at the taste ;
The foul to passion yields her throne,
And sees with organs not her own;
While, like the slumb'rer in the night,
Pleas’d with the shadowy dream of light,,
Before her alienated eyes
The scenes of fairy-land arise ;
The puppet world's amusing show,
Dipt in gayly-colour'd bow;
Scepters, and wreaths, and glitt'ring things,
The toys of infants, and of kings,
That tempt, along the baneful plain,
The idly wise, and lightly vain,
Till, verging on the gulphy shore,
Sudden they fink, and rise no more..
But, lift to what thy fates declare ;
Tho' thou art woman, frail as fair,
If once thy sliding foot should stray,
Once quit yon heav'n-appointed way,,
For thee, loft maid, for thee alone,
Nor pray’rs shall plead, nor tears atone ;;
Reproach, scorn, infamy, and hate,
On thy returning steps thall wait;
Thy form be loath'd by ev'ry eye,,
And ev'ry foot thy presence fly.
Thus, arm’d with words of potent found,
Like guardian-angels plac'd around,
A charm, by truth divinely cast,
Forward our young advent'rer pass’d.
Forth from her sacred eye-lids sent,
Like morn, fore-running radiance went,
While Honour, hand-maid late aflign'd,
Upheld her lucid train behind.
Awe-ftruck, the much-admiring crowd
Before the virgin vision bow'd,
Gaz'd with an ever new delight,
And caught freth virtue at the sight;
For not of earth's unequal frame
They deem'd the heav'n-compounded Dame,
If matter, fure the most refin’d,
High wrought, and temper'd into mind,
Some darling daughter of the day,
And body'd by her native ray.
Where-e'er the pafies, thousands bend,
And thousands, where she moves, attend;
Her ways obfervant eyes confess,
Her steps pursuing praises bless ;
While to the elevated maid
Oblations, as to Heav'n, are paid.
'Twas on an ever-blithsome day,
The jovial birth of rofy May,
When genial warmth, no more suppress’d,
New melts the frost in ev'ry breaft,
The cheek with secret flushing dyes,
And looks kind things from chafteft eyes ;
The fun with healthier visage glows,
Afide his clouded kerchief throws,
And dances up th' etherial plain,
Where late he us'd to climb with pain,
While Nature, as from bonds set free,
Springs out, and gives a loose to glee.
And now, for momentary reft,
The nymph her travell'd ftep repress'd,
Juft turn'd to view the ftage attain's,
And glory'd in the height she gain'd.
Out-stretch'd before her wide survey,
The realms of sweet Perdition lay,
And Pity touch'd her soul with woe,
To see a world so loft below;
When ftrait the breeze began to breathe
Airs, gently wafted from beneath,
That bore commission'd witchcraft thence,
And reach'd her fympathy of sense ;
No sounds of discord, that disclose
A people funk, and loft in woes,
But, as of present good possess’d,
The very triumph of the bless'd,
The maid in wrapt attention hung,
While thus approaching Sirens fung.
Hither, faireít, hither hafte,
Brightest beauty come and taste
What the pow'rs of bliss unfold,
Joys, too mighty to be told;
Tafte what extafies they give,
Dying raptures tafte, and live.
In thy lap, disdaining measure,
Nature empties all her treasure,
Soft desires, that sweetly languith,
Fierce delights, that rise to anguish;
Faireft, doft thou yet delay?
Brightest beauty, come away.
List not, when the froward chide,
Sons of pedantry, and pride,
Snarlers, to whose feeble sense
April sunshine is offence ;
Age and Envy will advise
Ev'n against the joy they prize.
Come, in Pleasure's balmy bowl,
Slake the thirstings of thy soul,
Till thy raptur'd pow'rs are fainting
With enjoyment, past the painting;
Fairest, doft thou yet delay
Brightest beauty, come away.
So fung the Sirens, as of yore,
Upon the false Ausonian fore;
And, O! for that preventing chain,
That bound Ulysses on the main,
That, so, our Fair-One might withstand,
The covert ruin now at hand.
The song her charm'd attention drew,
When now the tempters ftood in view;
Curiosity, with prying eyes,
And hands of busy, bold emprise ;
Like Hermes, feather'd were her feet,
And, like fore-running fancy, fleet,
By search untaught, by toil untir'd,
To novelty she still aspir'd,
Tasteless of ev'ry good posless'd,
And but in expectation bless’d.
With her, associate, Pleasure came,
Gay Pleasure, frolic-loving dame;
Her mien all swimming in delight,
Her beauties half reveal'd to sight;
Loose flow'd her garments from the ground,
And caught the kisfing winds around.
As, erst, Medusa's looks were known
To turn beholders into stone,
A dire reversion here they felt,
And in the eye of Pleasure melt.
Her glance with sweet perswafion charm'd,
Unnerv'd the strong, the steel'd, disarm’d;
No safety e'en the flying find,
Who, vent'rous, look but once behind.
Thus was the much admiring maid,
While distant, more than half betray'd.
With smiles, and adulation bland,
They join'd her fide, and seiz'd her hand;
Their touch envenom'd sweets inftillid,
Her frame with new pulsations thrillid;
While, half consenting, half denying,
Repugnant now, and now complying,
Amidst a war of hopes, and fears,
Of trembling wishes, smiling tears,
Still down, and down, the winning pair
Compellid the struggling, yielding fair.