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IN yonder grave a Druid lies

Where slowly winds the ftealing wave!
The year's best sweets shall duteous rise

To deck its Poet's fylvan grave!

II.

In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds

His airy harp * shall now be laid,
That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds,

May love thro' life the foothing Thade.

• The harp of ÆOLUS, of which lee a description in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, G 2

III.

III.

Then maids and youths shall linger here,

And while its sounds at diftance swell, Shall fadly 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 dreft, And oft fufpend the dashing oar

To bid his gentle spirit reft!

V.
And oft as Ease and Health retire

To breezy lawn, or forest deep,
The friend shall view yon whitening * spire,

And 'mid the varied landscape weep,

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VI.
But Thou, who own'st that earthly bed,

Ah! what will every dirge avail?
Or tears, which Love and Pity Thed

That mourn beneath the gliding fail!

* RICHMOND Church.

VII.

VI.
Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye

Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near ?
With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die,

And Joy desert the blooming year.

VIII.
But thou, lorn stream, whose fallen tide

No sedge-crown'd Sisters now attend,
Now waft me from the green hill's fide

Whose cold turf hides the buried friend !

IX.
And see, the fairy valleys fade,

Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view !
Yet once again, dear parted shade,
Meek Nature's Child, again adieu !

X.
* The genial meads assign'd to bless

Thy life, fall 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,

XI.

Long, long, thy stonc, and pointed clay

Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes,
O! vales, and wild woods, shall He say,

In yonder grave Your Druid lies!

OBSER

OBSERVATIONS

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ORIENTAL ECLOGUES.

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