THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the lab'ring swain; Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd; Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when ev'ry sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene! How often have I paus'd on ev'ry charm, The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topp'd the neighb'ring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, The dancing pair that simply sought renown The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place; "The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks re prove. } These were thy charms, fweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please: These round thy bow'rs their cheerful influence shed; These were thy charms ;-but all these charms are fled! Sweet smiling village! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bow'rs the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, |