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Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appear,
35 Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no more!
For her the flocks refuse their verdant food, The thirsty heifers sun the gliding fluod, The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan, In notes more sad than when they fing their own; 40 In hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies, Silent, or only to her name replies ; Her name with pleasure once she taught the shore; Now Daphne's dead, and pleasure is no more!
No grateful dews descend from ey’ning skies, 45 Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arise ; No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field, Nor fragrant herbs their native incense yield, The balmy zephyrs, filent since her death, Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath ; Th’industrious bees neglect their golden store ! Fair Daphne's dead, and sweetness is no more !
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list’ning in mid air, suspend their wings; No more the birds shall imitate her lays,
55 Or, hush'd with wonder, hearken from the sprays: No more the streams their murmurs shall forbear, A sweeter music than their own to hear, But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal shore, Fair Daphne's dead, and music is no more! 60
Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze, And told in fighs to all the trembling trees; The trembling trees, in ev'ry plain and wood, Her fate remurinur to the silver flood; The silver flood, so lately calın, appears Swell’d with new pallion, and o’erflows with tears; The winds, and trees, and floods, her death deplore, Daphne, our grief, our glory now no more!
But see ! where Daphne wond'ring mounts on high Above the clouds, above the starry sky!
Eternal beauties grace the shining scene,
rest in amaranthine bow'rs, Or frem those meads select unfading flow’rs, Behold us kindly, who your name implore, 73 Daphne, our goddess, and our grief no more !
Lyc. How all things liften, while thy muse comSuch filence waits on philomela’s strains, [plains ! In some ftill ev’ning, when the whisp’ring breeze Pants on the leaves, and dies upon the trees. To thee, bright Goddess, oft a lamb fhall bleed, If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed. While plants their shade, or flow'rs their odours give, Thy name, thy honour, and thy praise fhall live!
Tbyr. But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse;
86 Sharp Boreas blows, and Nature feels decay ; Time conquers all, and we must Time obey. Adieu, ye Vales, ye Mountains, Streams and Groves; Adieu, ye Shepherds' rural Lays and Loves; 99 Adieu, my Flocks; farewell, ye Sylvan Crew ; Daphne, farewell; and all the World adieu!
Christ, and the felicities attending it, I could not but observe a remarkable rat
YE Nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song:
To heav'nly themes sublimer strains belong.
Rapt into future times, the bard begun :
Jam :edit et Virgo, redeunt Saturcia regna;
Pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem.
Ilaiah, * Ifa. xi. ver. I.
+ Ch. xiv, yer, 8.
The I fick and weak the healing plant shall aid, 13
IMITATIONS. Iraian, ch. vii. rer. 14. “Behold, a virgin nall conceive and bear a fon." Chap. ix. ver. 6. 7. 'Unto us a child is bori, unto us a fon is given, the Prince 46 of Peace: of the increase of his goverment, and of his peace, there shall be
no ed upo.. the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order and to ef 4 tablith it, with judgment, and with justice, for ever and ever.' P. Ver. 23. see Nature hates, &c.] Virg. kcl. iv. 18.
At tibi prima, puer, nullo murufcula cultu,
Ipfa tibi bla: dos fundent curabula fores. "For thee, O Child, shall the earth, without being tilled, produce her early "offerings; widing ivy, mixed with baccar, and colocatia with friling acana " thus. Thy cradle mall our forth pieafine Rowers about thee."
Ifaian, ch. xxxy. ver i. " The wilderness and the folitary place thall be giad, 66 and the dofert fall rejoice and bloilon: as the role. Ch. Ix. ver. 13.
" The glory of Lebanon fa'l come to thee, the fir-t'ec, the pine-tree, and the box " together, to beautify the place of thy fanctuary." P. Ver. 29. Hark! a glad voice, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 46.
Aggredere o magnos, aderit jam tempus, honores,
Ipfa fojant arbuita, Deus, Deus ille Menalca! Ecl. v. ver. 62. "Oh come and receive the mighty honours: the time draws nigh, o beloved " offspring of the gods, o great increase of Jove! 'The uncultivated mountains 6 fend thouts of joy to the stars, the very rocks fing in verre, the very thrubs 46 cry out, A Go.
Itaian, chap. xl. ver. 3. 4. he voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, 66 Prepare ye the way of the Lord! inake fraight in the desert a high way for * our God! Every valley thall be exalted, and every mountain ard hill inll be $6 ma e low, and ihe crooices thall be made it raight, and the rough y laces plain." Chap. iv. ver. 23. Break forth into singing, yé Mountains! O Forest, ard Fevery tree therein! for the Lord haih redeemed Ifrael." P. ICh. xxy. Yer. 4. !! Ch. ix. ver, 7. Chap. xxxy. Ver. 2. Ch. xl. ver. 32 41
With heads declin’d, ye Cedars, homage pay ; 35
Molli paulatim flavescet campus aritta,
Et dura quercus fudabunt rofcida mella.