These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please: These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms-but all these charms are fled! 10 Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn,1o 35 Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms with drawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's" hand is seen, One only master grasps the whole domain," 14 The hollow-sounding bittern 16 guards its nest; Far, far away thy children leave the land. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills 17 a prey, Where wealth accumulates,18 and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: 45 50 But a bold peasantry," their country's pride, 55 When once destroyed, can never be supplied. Sweet AUBURN! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks and ruined grounds. 60 And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs-and GOD has given my share-- Around my fire an evening group to draw, 65 70 And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue, 75 Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below ; 80 The swain responsive" as the milk-maid sung, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant 85 These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. 90 Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, 24 And still where many a garden flower grows wild : There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, 25 The village preacher's modest mansion rose. The long remembered beggar was his guest, 95 100 105 Claimed kindred there, and had his claims The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for And, as a bird each fond endearment 27 tries, Beside the bed 29 where parting life was laid, 125 And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turn dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise. 130 His looks adorned the venerable place; sway, K |