Those blazing funs that dart a downward ray, Thofe matted woods where birds forget to fing, Mingling the ravaged landschape with the skies. That only sheltered thefts of harmiefs love. Good heaven! what forrows gloom'd that part ing day, 365 That called them from their native walks away; laft, And took a long farewell, and wished in vain He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, 375 With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, Oluxury! Thou curft by heaven's decree, 385 399 At every draught more large and large they grow, A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe; Till fapp'd their ftrength, and every part unfound, Down, down they fink, and fpread a ruin round. Even now the devaftation is begun, 395 And half the bufinefs of deftruction done; I fee the rural virtues leave the land: 400 Down where yon anchoring veffel fpreads the fail Contented toil, and hofpitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; And thou, fweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, 405 To catch the heart, or ftrike for honeft fame; 410 420 430 ἐσ A BALL A D. BY THE SAME. TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, "And guide my lonely way, "To where yon taper cheers the vale, "With hospitable ray: For here forlorn and loft I tread, "With fainting steps and flow; "Where wilds, immeafurably spread, "Seem lengthening as I go." "Forbear, my fon," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithlefs phantom flies "To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houfelefs child of want 66 My door is open still; And tho' my portion is but fcant, "I give it with good will. The original idea of this elegant poem was fuggefted by a beautiful old ballad, printed in the "Reliques of ancient English poetry," volume the fecond. "Then turn to-night, and freely fhare "Whate'er my cell beftows; "My rufhy couch, and frugal fare, "No flocks that range the valley free "To flaughter I condemn : "Taught by that power that pities me, "I learn to pity them. 20 "But from the mountain's graffy fide 25 "A guiltless feast I bring; "A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd,. "And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; "All earth-born cares are wrong: "Man wants but little here below, "Nor wants that little long." Soft as the dew from heav'n descends, His gentle accents fell: The modest stranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obfcure The lonely manfion lay; A refuge to the neighbouring poor, And strangers led aftray. 30 35 40 |