The lily peace outfhines the filver ftore,
And life is dearer than the golden ore:
Yet money tempts us o'er the defert brown,
To every distant mart and wealthy town.
Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the fea:
And are we only yet repay'd by thee?
Ah! why was ruin so attractive made,

Or why fond man so easily betray'd?
Why heed we not, while mad we hafte along,
The gentle voice of peace, or pleasure's fong?
Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's fide,
The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride,

Why think we these less pleafing to behold,
Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold?

"Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!"

O ceafe, my fears!—all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd fcenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet!

Oft in the duft I view his printed feet:

And

And fearful! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and fullen tygers in his train: Before them death with fhrieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!"

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At that dead hour the filent afp fhall creep, If aught of reft I find, upon my fleep: Or fome fwoln ferpent twift his scales around, And wake to anguish with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wife contented poor, From luft of wealth, and dread of death fecure! They tempt no deferts, and no griefs they find; Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my "way!"

O hapless youth! for fhe thy love hath won, The tender Zara will be most undone !

Big

Big fwell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful

maid,

When fast she dropt her tears, as thus she said: "Farewell the youth whom fighs could not detain, "Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain! "Yet as thou go'ft, may every blast arise "Weak and unfelt as these rejected fighs! "Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'st thou see, "No griefs endure, nor weep, false youth, like "me."

O let me fafely to the fair return,

Say with a kifs, she must not, shall not mourn;
O! let me teach my heart to lofe its fears,
Recall'd by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears.

He said, and call'd on heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way.

ECLOGUE III.

IN

ABRA; OR, THE GEORGIAN SULTANA.

SCENE, A FOREST.

TIME, THE EVENING.

N Georgia's land, where Tefflis' towers are seen, In diftant view along the level green, While evening dews enrich the glittering glade, And the tall forefts caft a longer fhade,

What time 'tis fweet o'er fields of rice to ftray, 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 fhe came those willing flocks to lead, Where lilies rear them in the watery mead; From early dawn the live-long hours fhe told, 'Till late at filent eve fhe penn'd the fold.

Deep

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 mofs-bank grows;
All-sweet to fenfe, the flaunting rofe was there:
The finish'd chaplet well-adorn'd her hair.

Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, 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 :

That thefe flowers are found in very great abundance in fome of the provinces of Perfia; fee the modern history of Mr, Salmon.

Oft