Then maids and youths fhall linger here,
And while its founds at diftance fwell,
Shall fadly feem in Pity's ear,

To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.

Remembrance oft fhall haunt the shore ...When Thames in fummer wreaths is drest, I And oft fufpend the dashing oar

To bid. his gentle spirit rest!

And oft as Eafe and Health retire
To breezy lawn, or foreft deep,

The friend shall view yon whitening spire*,
And 'mid the varied landscape weep..

But Thou, who own'ft that earthy bed,
Ah! what will every dirge avail?
Or tears, which Love and Pity shed,

That mourn beneath the gliding fail!

Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye

Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimm'ring near? With him, 'fweet bard, may Fancy die,

And Joy defert the blooming year.

RICHMOND Church.

But thou, lorn ftream, whofe fullen tide

No fedge-crown'd Sifters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's fide Whofe cold turf hides the buried friend!

And fee the fairy valleys fade,

Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view! Yet once again, dear parted fhade, Meek Nature's Child, again adieu!

The genial meads affign'd to bless

Thy life, fhall mourn thy early doom, Their hinds, and fhepherd-girls fhall drefs, With fimple hands, thy rural tomb.

Long, long, thy ftone, and pointed clay,
Shall melt the mufing Briton's eyes!

O! vales, and wild woods, fhall he fay,
In yonder grave Your Druid lies!