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O fair Fidele's graffy tomb
Soft maids, and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.
No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their love.
No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempests shake the fylvan cell ; Or 'midst the chace on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell,
Each lonely scene shall thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov’d, till life can charm no more ;
And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead:
IN yonder grave a Druid lies
Where slowly winds the stealing wave! The year's best sweets Thall duteous rise
To deck its Poet's sylvan grave!
In yon deep bed of whispring reeds
His airy harp * fhall now be laid, That he, whose heart in forrow bleeds,
May love thro' life the foothing shade.
. The harp of ÆOLUS, of which tes a description in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE,
Then maids and youths shall linger here,
And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear
To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.
IV. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is dresti, And oft suspend the dashing oar
To bid his gentle spirit reft!
To breezy lawn, or forest deep,
And 'mid the varied landscape weep,
Ah! what will every dirge avail?
That mourn beneath the gliding fail!
* RICHMOND Church,
Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm’ring near ? With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die,
And Joy desert the blooming year.
No fedge-crown'd Sisters now attend,
Whose cold turf hides the buried friend !
ix. And see, the fairy valleys fade,
Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view!
Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom ; Their hinds, and shepherd-girls shall dress
With simple hands thy rural tomb.
* Mr. Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond sometime before his death,