Farewell, dear youth!-how will our bosoms burn Fo the sweet moment of our blest return!' The king, who wept, yet knew his tears were vain, Took the seven keys, and kiss'd the parting train. A glittering car, which bounding coursers drew, They mounted strait, and through the forest flew. The youth, unknowing how to pass the day, Review'd the bowers, and heard the fountains play; By hands unseen whate'er he wish'd was brought: And pleasures rose obedient to his thought. Yet all the sweets, that ravish'd him before, Were tedious, now, and charm'd his soul no more: Less lovely still, and still less gay they grew; He sigh'd, he wish'd, and long'd for something new: Back to the hall he turn'd his weary feet, And sat repining on his royal seat. Now, on the seventh bright gate he casts his eyes; The nymph,' said he, was sure dispos'd to jest, He said, and rose; then took the golden keys, Before his eyes appear'd a sullen gloom, A light that sparkled like a shooting star. A book he held, which, as reclin'd he lay, His beard, more white than snow on winter's breast, To whom the youth: First, holy father! tell, * Religion. This isle, this palace, and those balmy bowers, This day they left me joyless and alone; But, ere three morns with roses strow the skies, Youth,' said the sire, on this auspicious day Hear a strange tale, and tremble at the snare, List, stripling, list! (the youth stood fix'd with awe :) Which if thou taste, whate'er was sweet before Behold in me thy pilot and thy friend : A bark I keep, supplied with plenteous store, The boy was fill'd with wonder as he spake, And from a dream of folly seem'd to wake: All day the sage his tainted thoughts refin'd; His reason brighten'd, and reform'd his mind: Through the dim cavern hand in hand they walk'd, And much of truth, and much of heav'n, they talk'd. At night the stripling to the hall return'd; With other fires his alter'd bosom burn'd. O! to his wiser soul how low, how mean, Seem'd all he e'er had heard, had felt, had seen! * Death. He view'd the stars; he view'd the crystal skies; And bless'd the POWER All-good, All-great, All-wise. The rubied sceptre, and the ivory globe! When the third morning, clad in mantle gray, Brought in her rosy car her seventieth day, A band of slaves, who rush'd with furious sound, In chains of steel the willing captive bound; From his young head the diadem they tore, And cast his pearly bracelets on the floor; They rent his robe that bore the rose's hue, And o'er his breast a hairy mantle threw ; Then drag'd him to the damp and dreary cave, Drench'd by the gloomy sea's surrounding wave. Meanwhile the voices of a numerous crowd Pierc'd the dun air, as thunder breaks a cloud : The nymphs another hapless youth had found, And then were leading o'er the guilty ground: They hail'd him king, (alas, how short his reign!) And with fresh chaplets strow'd the fatal plain. The happy exile, monarch now no more, Was roving slowly o'er the lonely shore; |