When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride, The radiant morn refum'd her orient pride, When wanton gales along the valleys play, Breathe on each flower, and bear their sweets away: By Tigris' wandering waves he fat, and fung This ufeful leffon for the fair and young. Ye Perfian dames, he faid, to you belong, Well may they please, the morals of my fong: No fairer maids, I truft, than you are found, Grac'd with soft arts, the peopled world around! The morn that lights you, to your loves fupplies Each gentler ray delicious to your eyes: For you thofe flowers her fragrant hands beftow, And yours the love that kings delight to know. Yet think not thefe, all beauteous as they are, The best kind bleffings heaven can grant the fair! Who truft alone in beauty's feeble ray, Boaft but the worth Baffora's pearls display; Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright, But, dark within, they drink no luftrous light: Such are the maids, and fuch the charms they By fenfe unaided, or to virtue lost. [boaft, Self-flattering fex! your hearts believe in vain Bleft were the days when wisdom held her reign, And fhepherds fought her on the filent plain; With Truth she wedded in the fecret grove, Immortal Truth, and daughters bless'd their love. O hafte, fair maids! ye Virtues come away, Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way'! The balmy fhrub, for you fhall love our fhore, By Ind excell❜d or Araby no more. Loft to our fields, for fo the fates ordain, The dear deferters fhall return again. Come thou, whofe thoughts as limpid fprings are But man the most-not more the mountain doe Cold is her breaft, like flowers that drink the dew; Thus fung the fwain; and ancient legends fay, The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along, The fhepherds lov'd, and Selim blefs'd his fong. É CLOGUE - II. HASSAN; OR, THE CAMEL-DRIVER. SCENE, THE DESERT. TIME, MID-DAY. N filent horror o'er the boundless waste IN The driver Haffan with his camels past: One cruise of water on his back he bore, To guard his fhaded face from fcorching fand. "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my "way!" B 4 Ah! Ah! little thought I of the blafting wind, The thirst or pinching hunger that I find! Bethink thee, Haffan, where fhall thirft affwage, When fails this cruife, his unrelenting rage? Soon fhall this fcrip its precious load refign; Then what but tears and hunger fhall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share! Here, where no fprings in murmurs break away Or mofs-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more bleft, or verdant vales bestow: Here rocks alone, and tastelefs fands are found, And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around. "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!" 66 Curft be the gold and filver which perfuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade! The |