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XIII. From labour health, from health contentment springs Contentment opes
the source of every joy. He envied not, he never thought of kings ; Nor from these appetites fustain's annoy, Which chance may frustrate, or indulgence cloy; Nor Fate his calm and humble hopes beguiled ; He mourn'd no recreant friend, nor mistress coy,
For on his vows the blameless Phæbe smild, And her alone he loved, and loved her from a child.
and love are canker'd by the worm Of pride, each bud of joy industrious deform.
The Gossip's prayer for wealth, and wit, and worth And one long summer-day of indolence and mirth.
And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why.
The neighbours ftar'd and figh’d, yet blelt the lad: Some deem'd him wond'rous wife, and some believ'd him mad.
There would he wander wild, 'till Phæbus beám,
To work the woe of any living thing,
Tyrant far less, or traitor of the field,
For aught the huntsmen's puny.craft supplies ?
The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain grey,
(smile. But, lo! the sun appears! and heaven, earth, ocean
XXI. And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to climb, When all in mist the world below was loit. When dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime, Like thipwreck'd mariner on defart coast, And view th' enormous waste of vapour, tost In billows, lengthening to the horizon round, Now scoop'd in gulfs, with mountains now embofs'd!
And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound !
And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,
groves, O where is now your bloom!” (The Muse interprets thus his tender thought.)
Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,
Of late so grateful in the hour of drought! is
Why do the birds, that song and rapture brought • To all your bowers, their mansions now forfake? * Ah! why has fickle chance this ruin wronght;
• For now the storm howls mournful through the brake, ** And, the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake.
XXIV. "Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and cool, • Andmeads, with life, and mirili, and beauty crown'd! • Ah! see th’unfightly slime, and luggish pool, • Have all the folitary vale embrown'd; - Fied each fair forin, and mute each melting found, - The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray : · And, hark! the river, buriting every mound, · Dow" the vale thunders; and with wasteful sway, Uproots the grove, and roils the shatter'd rocks away.
XXV. •Yet such the deliny of all on earth : • So flourishes and fides majestic mail.
Fair is the bud his vernal inorn brings forth, " And folering gales a while the nurling fan. • O finile, ye licavens, serene ; ye mildews wan, • Ye blighting whirlwinds, fpare his balmy prime, • Nor lessen of his life the little span. • Born on the fift, though filent, wings of Time, Old-age comes 0,2 a pace to ravage all the clime.
XXVI. . And be it fr. Let these deplore their doom, • Whose hopes still grovels in this dark fojourn. • But lofty louis who look beyond the tomb, . Can fmile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. • Shail spring to these fad scenes no more return? • Is yonder wave the fun's eternal bed :
Soon all the orient with new lustre burn, • And spring mall foon her vital influence hed, * Again attune, the grove, again adorn the mead.
XXVII. Shall I be left abandon'd in the dust, • When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ? • Shall nature's voice, to man alone unjust, • Bid him, though doom'd to perill. hope to live? .. Is it for this fair Virtue oft mult strive . With disappointment, penury, and pain ?-
** No: Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive";
• And man's majestic beauty bloom again, • Bright through th' eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.
XXVIII. This truth sublime his simple fire had taught, In footh, 't was all the shepherd knew, No subtle or fuperfluons lore he fought, Nor ever wilh'd his Edwin to pursue. • Let man's own sphere, (quoth he) confine his view, · Be man's peculiar work his fole delight.' And much, and oft, he warnd him, to eschew
Falsehood and guile, and aye maintain the right, By pleasure unseduced, unawed by lawless might..
XXIX. • And, from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Wog • O never, never turn away thine ear,
Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below, • Ah! what were men, hould Heaven refuse to hear! • To others do (the law is not fevere) • What to thyself thou wilheft 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.
XXX. See in the rear of the warm sunny shower, The visionary boy from shelter fly! For now the form of fummer rain is o'er, Ard cool, and fresh, and fragrant is the sky ! And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting fun; Fond fool, that deem'lt the streaming glory nigh,
How vain the chace thine ardour has begun ! 'Tio fled afar, ere half thy purposed race be run.
XXXT. Yet could'st thou learn, that thus it fares with age, When pleasure, wealth, or power, the bosom warm,