By this with flowers the rofy-finger'd dawn
Had fpread each dewy hill and verdurous lawn ;
She wak'd, and faw a new-built tomb that stood
In the dark bofom of a folemn wood,

While thefe fad founds her trembling ears invade :
"Beneath yon marble fleeps thy father's fhade."
She figh'd, fhe wept; fhe ftruck her penfive breaft,
And bade his urn in peaceful flumber reft.

And now in filence o'er the gloomy land
She faw advance a flowly-winding band;

Their cheeks were veil'd, their robes of mournful hue
Flow'd o'er the lawn, and fwept the pearly dew;
O'er the fresh turf they fprinkled sweet perfume,
And ftrow'd with flowers the venerable tomb.
A graceful matron walk'd before the train,
And tun'd in notes of wo the funeral ftrain:
When from her face her filken veil fhe drew,
The watchful maid her aged mother knew.
O'erpowered with bursting joy fhe runs to meet
The mourning dame, and falls before her feet,
The matron with furprize her daughter rears,
Hangs on her neck, and mingles tears with tears.

Now

Now o'er the tomb their hallow'd rites they pay,
And form with lamps an artificial day:
Erelong the damfel reach'd her native vale,

And told with joyful heart her moral tale;
Refign'd to heaven, and loft to all befide,
She liv'd contented, and contented died.

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SEVEN FOUNTAINS,

AN EASTERN ALLEGORY.

Written in the Year 1767.

ECK'D with fresh garlands, like a rural bride,

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And with the crimson streamer's waving pride,

A wanton bark was floating o'er the main,

And feem'd with fcorn to view the azure plain:
Smooth were the waves; and scarce a whispering gale
Fann'd with his gentle plumes the filken fail.

High on the burnish'd deck, a gilded throne

With orient pearls and beaming diamonds fhone;

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On

On which reclin'd a youth of graceful mien,
His fandals purple, and his mantle green;
His locks in ringlets o'er his fhoulders roll'd,
And on his cheek appear'd the downy gold.
Around him ftood a train of finiling boys,

Sporting with idle cheer and mirthfu! toys;

Ten comely ftriplings, girt with fpangled wings, Blew piercing flutes, or touch'd the quivering ftrings; Ten more, in cadence to the sprightly strain, Wak'd with their golden oars the flumbering main: The waters yielded to their guiltless blows,

And the green billows fparkled as they rofe.

Long time the barge had danc'd along the deep,
And on its glaffy bofom feem'd to fleep;

+ But now a glittering ifle arose in view,
Bounded with hillocks of a verdant hue:
Fresh groves and rofeate bowers appear'd above,
(Fit haunts, be sure, of pleasure and of love)
And higher ftill a thousand blazing spires
Seem'd with gilt tops to threat the heavenly fires.
Now each fair ftripling plied his labouring oar,
And ftraight the pinnace ftruck the fandy fhore.
*The follies of youth

+ The world.

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