Thus for your fake I fhun each human eye; Left my fad fate should nourish pangs for you t Be but my friend; I ask no dearer name; Be fuch the meed of fome more artful fair; age And pity, welcome, to my native soil.” She spoke-nor was I born of favage race; And vow'd to wafte her life in prayers for mine. I faw her foot the lofty bark afcend; I faw her breast with every paffion heave; I left her-torn from every earthly friend; Oh! my hard bofom, which could bear to leave! 4 Brief Brief let me be; the fatal storm arofe; The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain ODES, ODES, SONGS, BALLADS, &c. RURAL ELEGANCE. An ODE to the late Duchefs of SOMERSET. Written 1750. WHILE orient skies reftore the day, And dew-drops catch the lucid ray; Amid the fprightly fcenes of morn, Ye rural thanes that o'er the mossy down Does nature mean your joys alone to crown? For you And urg'd by rude constraint refound the jovial cry? See from the neighbouring hill, forlorn He finds his faithful fences torn, He finds his labour'd crops a prey; And with no random curfes loads the deed. Nor Nor yet, ye fwains, conclude That nature fmiles for you alone; Your bounded fouls, and your conceptions crude, Yours be the produce of the foil: O may it still reward your toil! Nor ever the defenceless train Of clinging infants afk fupport in vain? But though, the various harvest gild your plains, Or the warm hope of diftant gains Athirst ye praise the limpid stream, 'tis true: The limpid fountain murmurs not for Unpleas'd ye fee the thickets bloom, you. Unpleas'd the fpring her flowery robe refume; The dappled mead without a smile. O let a rural confcious Mufe, For well she knows, your froward fenfe accufe: Forth to the folemn oak you bring the fquare, And span the maffy trunk, before you cry, 'tis fair. Nor Nor yet ye learn'd, nor yet ye courtly train, If haply from your haunts ye stray She, where the pleases kind or coy, Lo! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows, And the rough barren rock grows pregnant with delight. With what fufpicious fearful care The fordid wretch fecures his claim, If haply fome luxurious heir Should alienate the fields that wear his name! What fcruples left fome future birth Should litigate a span of earth! Bonds, contracts, feoffments, names unmeet for profe, Alas! her unrevers'd decree, More comprehenfive and more free, Her lavish charter, tafte, appropriates all we fee. |