Awhile to rule the vacant sky, II. O Hefper, while the ftarry throng III. So may the bridegroom's genial ftrain Thee ftill invoke to shine: So may the bride's unmarried train To Hymen chaunt their flattering vow, With luftre pure as thine. IV. Far other vows muft i prefer And lo, from thence, in quest i roam Of Philomela's bower. 5 10 15 20 V. Propitious fend thy golden ray, May footh afflicted love. 25 30 VI, To them, by many a grateful fong In happier seasons vow'd, These lawns, Olympia's haunt, belong: Oft by yon filver stream we walk'd, Or fix'd, while Philomela talk'd, Beneath yon copses stood. VII. Nor feldom, where the beechen' boughs We came while her inchanting Muse She fled the folemn fhade. VIII. But hark; i hear her liquid tone. Now, Hefper, guide my feet Down the red marle with mofs o'ergrown, 35 40 Through yon wild thicket next the plain, IX. See the green space: on either hand See, in the midst she takes her stand, Inclos'd in woods profound. 50 X. Hark, how through many a melting note 55 She now prolongs her lays : How sweetly down the void they float! The breeze their magic path attends: The stars fhine out: the foreft bends: The wakeful heifers gaze. XI. Whoe'er thou art whom chance may bring To this fequefter'd spot, If then the plaintive Syren fing, Oh foftly tread beneath her bower, And think of heaven's difpofing power, Of man's uncertain lot. XII. Oh think, o'er all this mortal stage, What ruin waits on kingly rage: How often virtue dwells with woe: 70 WHOE'ER thou art whofe path in fummer lies Through yonder village, turn thee where the grove Cf branching oaks a rural palace old Imbofoms. there dwells Albert, generous lord 10 Of all the harvest round. and onward thence 15 In manhood's prime. But foon did righteous heaven Me tho' in life's fequefter'd vale The Almighty fire ordain'd to dwell, |