The oft-heard jeft in vain he fhall reveal, But ruddy damfels o'er thy tomb shall bend, And confcious weep for their and virtue's friend : The milk-maid fhall reject the fhepherd's fong, And cease to carol as fhe toils along: All Auburn fhall bewail the fatal day, When from her fields, their pride was snatch'd away; In piteous plight, her palfied head shall shake, Slow fhall the lingering tears each other trace, And, Oh my child! feverer woes remain, Distress Distress came always fmiling from thy door; DARK as the night, which now in dunnest robe, Afcends her zenith, o'er the filent globe; With folemn step, the mansions of the dead : The tomb where Goldsmith fleeps. Fond hopes, adieu ! No more your airy dreams fhall mock my view : E'en E'en now, methinks, his well-known voice I hear, When late he meditated flight from care, To scenes of fweet retirement, thus he cried. "Ye fplendid fabricks, palaces and towers, "And worth, to want a prey, unfriended dies; Farewel! to other scenes I turn my eyes, "Forlorn, yet ever dear and honour'd shades. "There though the Hamlet boasts no smiling train, "Nor fportful paftime circling on the plain; "No needy villains proul around for prey, "No flanderers, no fycophants betray; "No gaudy foplings fcornfully deride' "The fwain, whofe humble pipe is all his pride. "There will I fly to feek that soft repose, Which folitude contemplative beftows: . Yet, "Yet, oh fond hope! perchance there still remains "One lingering friend behind, to blefs the plains; "Some hermit of the dale, infhrined in ease, Long loft companion of my youthful days; "With whose sweet converfe in his social bower, "I oft may chide away fome vacant hour; "To whose pure fympathy, I may impart “Each latent grief, that labours at my heart, “Whate’er I felt, and what I saw, relate, "The sholes of luxury, the wrecks of state; "Those bufy scenes, where science wakes in vain, "In which I fhar'd, ah! ne'er to share again. "But whence that pang? does nature now rebel? Why faulters out my tongue the word farewel? "Ye friends! who long have witness'd to my toil, “And seen me ploughing in a thankless soil, "Whofe partial tendernefs hufh'd every pain, "Whose approbation made my bosom vain : ""Tis you, to whom my foul divided hies "With fond regret, and half unwilling flies; ་ Sighs forth her parting wifhes to the wind, "And lingering leaves her better half behind. "Can I forget the intercourse I shar'd, "What friendship cherish'd, and what zeal endear'd? "Alas! "Alas! remembrance ftill must turn to you, "And to my latest hour, protract the long adieu. "Amid the woodlands, wherefoe'er I rove, "The plain, or fecret covert of the grove, 66 Imagination fhall fupply her ftore "Of painful bliss, and what she can restore; Lyceum round the godlike man rejoice, "And bow with reverence to wisdom's voice. "There, spreading oaks shall arch the vaulted dome, "The Champion, there, of liberty, and Rome, "In attick eloquence fhall thunder laws, "And uncorrupted fenates fhout applause. "Not more extatic vifions rapt the foul "Of Numa, when to midnight grots he ftole, "And learnt his lore, from virtue's mouth refin'd, "To fetter vice, and harmonize mankind. "Now ftretch'd at ease beside some fav'rite stream, "Of beauty, and enchantment will I dream; |