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* No : Heasca's immortal spring Mall yet arrive; "And man's majeltic beauty bloom again, Bright through th' eternal year of Love s triumphant • reign.'
XXVIII. This truih sublime his fimple dire had tanght, In footh, 'twas all the shepherd knew, No subtle or superfluous lore he fought, Nor ever wish'd his Edwin to pursue. • Let man's own sphere, (quoth he) confine his view, • Be man's peculiar work his sole delight.' And much, and oft, he warn dhim, to eschew
Falsehood and guile, and aye maintain the right, By pleasure unfeduced, unawed by lawless might.
XXIX. And, from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Wo, • never, never turn away thine ear, • Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below, ' Ab! what were men, mould Heaven refuse to hear! • To others do (the la:v is not severe.)
What to thyself thou wilheit to be done. . Forgive thy foes; and love thy parents dear, . And friends, and native land.; nor those alone ; All human weal and wo learn thou to make thine own.
How vain the chace thine ardour has begun!
XXXT. Yet could it thou learn, that thus it fares with age, When pleasure, wealth, or power, the bosoin warm,
This bamed hope might tame thy manhood's rage,
defire! Pursue, poor imp, th’imaginary charm,
Indulge gay Hope, and Fancy's pleasing fire : Fancy and Hope too soon shall of themselves expire.
XXXII. When the long founding curfew from afar Loaded with loud lament the lonely gale, Young Edwin lighted by the evening star, Lingering and listening, wander'd down the vale. There would he dream of
and coarses pale ; And ghofts, that to the charnel-dungeon throng, And drag a length of clanking chain, and wail,
Till filenced by the owl's terrific song, Or blaft that shrieks by fits the shuddering ifles along.
Shrill 10 his ringing ear; then tapers bright,
XXXIV. Anon in view a portal's blazon'd arch Arose, the trumpet lids the valves unfold : And forth an host of little warriors march, Grasping the diamon'd lance, and targe of gold. Their look was gentle, their demeanour bold, And green their helms, and green their folk attire : And here and there, right venerably old,
The long-robed minstrels wake the warbling wire. And some with mellow breath the martial pipe inspire.
, my Muse. Let Love attune thy line.
every change amusement flow?
with finiles of rapture glow,
The hollow murmur of the occan-tile ;
The hum of bres, and linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal
XXXIX. The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark ; Crownd with her pail the tripping milkmaid fings ; The whiftling plowman italks afield; and, hark! Down the rough flope the ponderous waggon rings ; Through ruilling corn the bare astonish d fprings; Slow iölls the village-clock the drowsy l:our ; The patridge burits away on whirring wings;
Deep mourns the turile in sequeller'd bower, And Grill lark carols cl:ar from her acuial tɔur.
and eye, Teach beauty, virtue, truth, and love, and melody.
XLI. Hence! ye, who share and supify the mind, Sophills, of beauty, virtue, joy, the bane ! Greedy and full, though inpotcut and blind, Win piead your filthy licis in Truth's fair fane, And ever ply your venoin'd fangs amain! Hence to dark Error's den, whose rankling nime Firit gave you forin! beace! leli the Muse should deign
(Though luath on theme fu mean to wale a ryhme), With vengeance to pursue your facrilegious crime.
Whose song, sublimely sweet, serenely gay,
For well I know, where-ever ye refide,
* Allusion to SHAKESPEAR. Macbeth. How now, ye fecret, black, and midnight hags,
What is't you do?