DIR GE IN CYMBELYNE. SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb Soft maids, and village hinds fhall bring Each opening fweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghoft shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch fhall here be feen, The red-breaft oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, Belov'd, till life can charm no more; A Ν I. IN yonder grave a Druid lies Where flowly winds the ftealing wave! The year's beft fweets shall duteous risę II. In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds That he, whofe heart in forrow bleeds, The harp of OLUS, of which fee a description in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, III. Then maids and youths fhall linger here, To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell. IV. Remembrance oft fhall haunt the shore When Thames in fummer wreaths is dreft, And oft fufpend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit reft! V. And oft as Eafe and Health retire To breezy lawn, or foreft deep, The friend fhall view yon whitening * fpire, VI. But Thou, who own'ft that earthly bed, Or tears, which Love and Pity shed That mourn beneath the gliding fail ! RICHMOND Church, VII. VII. Yet lives there one, whose heedlefs eye And Joy defert the blooming year. VIII. But thou, lorn ftream, whose fullen tide Now waft me from the green hill's fide íx. And fee, the fairy valleys fade, Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view! Yet once again, dear parted fhade, X. *The genial meads affign'd to bless With fimple hands thy rural tomb. * Mr. Thomson refided in the neighbourhood of Richmond fometime before his death, |