(Though then, alas! that trial be too late) To find thy father's hospitable gate,

And seats, where ease and plenty brooding sate? Those seats, whence long excluded thou must That gate, for ever barr'd to thy return: [mourn; Wilt thou not then bewail ill-fated love,

And hate a banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to rove?

EMMA.

Thy rise of fortune did I only wed, From its decline determin'd to recede ; Did I but purpose to embark with thee On the smooth surface of a summer's sea; While gentle Zephyrs play in prosperous gales, And Fortune's favour fills the swelling sails; But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar? No, Henry, no one sacred oath has tied Our loves: one destiny our life shall guide; Nor wild nor deep our common way divide.

When from the cave thou risest with the day,
To beat the woods, and rouse the bounding prey;
The cave with moss and branches I'll adorn,
And cheerful sit, to wait my lord's return:
And, when thou frequent bring'st the smitten deer,
(For seldom, archers say, thy arrows err)
I'll fetch quick fuel from the neighbouring wood,
And strike the sparkling flint, and dress the food;
With humble duty, and officious haste,
I'll cull the furthest mead for thy repast;
The choicest herbs I to thy board will bring,
And draw thy water from the freshest spring:
And, when at night with weary toil opprest,
Soft slumbers thou enjoy'st, and wholesome rest,
Watchful I'll guard thee, and with midnight prayer
Weary the gods to keep thee in their care;
And joyous ask, at morn's returning ray,

If thou hast health, and I may bless the day.
My thoughts shall fix, my latest wish depend,
On thee, guide, guardian, kinsman, father, friend:
By all these sacred names be Henry known
To Emma's heart; and grateful let him own
That she, of all mankind, could love but him alone!

HENRY.

Vainly thou tell'st me, what the woman's care
Shall in the wildness of the wood prepare:
Thou, ere thou goest, unhappiest of thy kind,
Must leave the habit and the sex behind.
No longer shall thy comely tresses break
In flowing ringlets on thy snowy neck;
Or sit behind thy head, an ample round,
In graceful braids with various ribbon bound:
No longer shall the bodice aptly lac'd,
From thy full bosom to thy slender waist,
That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully less:
Nor shall thy lower garments' artful plait,
From thy fair side dependent to thy feet,
Arm their chaste beauties with a modest pride,
And double every charm they seek to bide.
Th' ambrosial plenty of thy shining hair,
Cropt off and lost, scarce lower than thy ear
Shall stand uncouth: a horseman's coat shall hide
Thy taper shape, and comeliness of side:

The short trunk-hose shall show thy foot and knee
Licentious, and to common eye-sight free:
And, with a bolder stride and looser air,
Mingled with men, a man thou must appear.

Nor solitude, nor gentle peace of mind, Mistaken maid, shalt thou in forests find: 'Tis long since Cynthia and her train were there, Or guardian gods made innocence their care. Vagrants and outlaws shall offend thy view: For such must be my friends, a hideous crew By adverse fortune mix'd in social ill, Train'd to assault, and disciplin'd to kill ; Their common loves, a lewd abandon'd pack, The beadle's lash still flagrant on their back: By sloth corrupted, by disorder fed, Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread : With such must Emma hunt the tedious day, Assist their violence, and divide their prey: With such she must return at setting light, Though not partaker, witness of their night. Thy ear, inur'd to charitable sounds And pitying love, must feel the hateful wounds Of jest obscene and vulgar ribaldry, The ill-bred question, and the lewd reply; Brought by long habitude from bad to worse, Must hear the frequent oath, the direful curse, That latest weapon of the wretches' war, And blasphemy, sad comrade of despair.

Now, Emma, now the last reflection make, What thou would'st follow, what thou must for

Force thee to suffer what thy honour hates :
O grief of heart! that our unhappy fates
Mix thee amongst the bad; or make thee run
Too near the paths which Virtue bids thee shum
Yet with her Henry still let Emma go;
With him abhor the vice, but share the woe:
And sure my little heart can never err
Amidst the worst, if Henry still be there.

Our outward act is prompted from within;
And from the sinner's mind proceeds the sine
By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd;
Nor by the force of outward objects mov'd.
Who has assay'd no danger, gains no praise.
In a small isle, amidst the widest seas,
Triumphant Constancy has fix'd her seat:
In vain the Syrens, sing, the tempests beat:
Their flattery she rejects, nor fears their threat.
For thee alone these little charms I drest:
Condemn'd them, or absolv'd them by thy test.
In comely figure rang'd my jewels shone,
Or negligently plac'd for thee alone:
For thee again they shall be laid aside;
The woman, Henry, shall put off her pride

For thee: my clothes, my sex, exchang'd for thee,
I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee:
O line extreme of human infamy!
Wanting the scissars, with these hands I'll tear
(If that obstructs my flight) this load of hair.
Black soot, or yellow walnut, shall disgrace
This little red and white of Emma's face.

| These nails with scratches shall deform my breast, Lest by my look or colour be express'd

The mark of aught high-born, or ever better dress'd.
Yet in this commerce, under this disguise,
Let me be grateful still to Henry's eyes;
Lost to the world, let ine to him be known:

My fate I can absolve, if he shall own
That, leaving all mankind, I love but him alone.

HENRY.

O wildest thoughts of an abandon'd mind! Name, habit, parents, woman, left behind, Ev'n honour dubious, thou preferr❜st to go

Wild to the woods with me: said Emma so? Or did I dream what Emma never said? O guilty errour! and O wretched maid! Whose roving fancy would resolve the same With him, who next should tempt her easy fame; And blow with empty words the susceptible flame. Now why should doubtful terms thy mind perplex? Confess thy failty, and avow the sex : No longer loose desire for constant love [to rove. Mistake: but say, 'tis man with whom thou long'st

And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue, Where civil speech and soft persuasion hung; Whose artful sweetness and harmonious strain, Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain, Call'd sighs, and tears, and wishes, to its aid; And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd, Still blam'd the coldness of the Nut-brown Maid? Let envious Jealousy and canker'd Spite Produce my actions to severest light, And tax my open day, or secret night. Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded heart The least inclin'd to play the wanton's part? Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal, Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell? And hast thou, Henry, in my conduct known One fault, but that which I must never own, That I, of all mankind, have lov'd but thee alone?

HENRY.

Vainly thou talk'st of loving me alone:
Each man is man; and all our sex is one.
False are our words, and fickle is our mind:
Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find
Vows made to last, or promises to bind.

By Nature prompted, and for empire made,
Alike by strength or cunning we invade:
When arm'd with rage we march against the foe,
We lift the battle-axe, and draw the bow:
When, fir'd with passion, we attack the fair,
Delusive sighs and brittle vows we bear;
Our falsehood and our arms have equal use;
As they our conquest or delight produce.
The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive,
The only boon departing love can give.
To be less wretched, be no longer true;
What strives to fly thee, why should'st thou pur-
Forget the present flame, indulge a new ;
Single the loveliest of the amorous youth;
Ask for his vow; but hope not for his truth.
The next man (and the next thou shalt believe)
Will pawn his gods, intending to deceive;
Will kneel, implore, persist, o'ercome, and leave.
Hence let thy Cupid aim his arrows right;
Be wise and false, shun trouble, seek delight:
Change thou the first, nor wait thy lover's flight.

[sue?

Why should'st thou weep? let Nature judge our

case;

I saw thee young and fair; pursued the chase
Of Youth and Beauty: I another saw
Fairer and younger: yielding to the law
Of our all-ruling mother, I pursued
More youth, more beauty: blest vicissitude'
My active beart still keeps its pristine flame;
The object alter'd, the desire the same.

This younger, fairer, pleads her rightful charms;
With present power compels me to her arms.
And much I fear, from my subjected mind,
(If Beauty's force to constant love can bind)
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
Shall weep the fury of my love decay'd;
And weeping follow me, as thou dost now,

With idle clamours of a broken vow.

Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err
So wide, to hope that thou may'st live with her.
Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows :
Cupid averse rejects divided vows:

Then from thy foolish heart, vain maid, remove
An useless sorrow, and an ill-starr'd love;
And leave me, with the fair, at large in woods to

rove.

EMMA.

Are we in life through one great errour led?
Is each man perjur'd, and each nymph betray'd!
Of the superior sex art thou the worst?
Am I of mine the most completely curst?
Yet let me go with thee: and going prove,
From what I will endure, how much I love.
This potent beauty, this triumphant fair,
This happy object of our different care,

Her let me follow; her let me attend
A servant (she may scorn the name of friend).
What she demands, incessant I'll prepare:
I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hairs
My busy diligence shall deck her board,
(For there at least I may approach my lord)
And, when her Henry's softer hours advise
His servant's absence, with dejected eyes
Far I'll recede, and sighs forbid to rise.

Yet, when increasing grief brings slow disease,
And ebbing life, on terms severe as these,
Will have its little lamp no longer fed ;
When Henry's mistress shows him Emma dead;
Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect:
With virgin honours let my hearse be deckt,
And decent emblem; and at least persuade
This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid
Where thou, dear author of my death, where she,
With frequent eye my sepulchre may see.
The nymph amidst her joys may haply breathe
One pious sigh, reflecting on my death,
And the sad fate which she may one day prove,
Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love.
And thou forsworn, thou cruel, as thou art,
If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart;
Thou sure must give one thought, and drop one
To her, whom love abandon'd to despair; [tear
To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone
Bid it in lasting characters be known,
That, of mankind, she lov'd but thee alone.

HENRY.

Hear, solemn Jove; and conscious Venus, heari And thou, bright maid, believe me whilst I swear

No time, no change, no future flame, shall move
The well-plac'd basis of my lasting love.
O powerful virtue! O victorious fair!
At least, excuse a trial too severe :
Receive the triumph, and forget the war.

No banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to rove,
Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love:
No perjur'd knight desires to quit thy arms,
Fairest collection of thy sex's charms,
Crown of my love, and honour of my youth!
Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,
As thou may'st wish, shall all his life employ,
And found his glory in his Emma's joy.

In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,
Illustrious earl: him terrible in war
Let Loyre confess, for she has felt his sword,
And trembling fled before the British lord.
Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows ;
For she amidst his spacious meadows flows;
Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands;
And sees his numerous herds imprint her sands.
And thou, my fair, my dove, shalt raise thy
thought

To greatness next to empire: shalt be brought
With solemn pomp to my paternal seat;
Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait.
Music and song shall wake the marriage-day:
And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay,
Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way.
Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn ;
And blooming Peace shall ever bless thy morn.
Succeeding years their happy race shall run,
And Age, unheeded, by delight come on:
While yet superior Love shall mock his power:
And when old Time shall turn the fated hour,
Which only can our well-tied knot unfold,
What rests of both, one sepulchre shall hold.

Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast,
(That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest)
Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move
Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love,
Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove.

EMMA.

O day, the fairest sure that ever rose !
Period and end of anxious Emma's woes!
Sire of her joy, and source of her delight;
O! wing'd with pleasure, take thy happy flight,
And give each future morn a tincture of thy white.
Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love,
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Will he be ever kind, and just, and good?
And is there yet no mistress in the wood?

None, none there is; the thought was rash and
A false idea, and a fancy'd pain.
[vain;
Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart,
And anxious jealousy's corroding smart;
Nor other inmate shall inhabit there,
But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care.
Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow,
And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow.
If at my feet the suppliant goddess stands,
And sheds her treasure with unweary'd hands;
Her present favour cautious I'll embrace,
And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace:
If she reclaims the temporary boon,
And tries her pinions, fluttering to be gone;
Secure of mind, I'll obviate her intent,
And unconcern'd return the goods she lent.
VOL X

Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel:
Friendship's great laws, and Love's superior powers,
Must mark the colour of my future hours.
From the events which thy commands create
I must my blessings or my sorrows date;
And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate.

Yet, while with close delight and inward pride (Which from the world my careful soul shall hide) I see thee, lord and end of my desire,

Exalted high as virtue can require;

With power invested, and with pleasure cheer'd;
Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd;
Loaded and blest with all the affluent store,
Which human vows at smoking shrines implore;
Grateful and humble grant me to employ
My life subservient only to thy joy;

And at my death to bless thy kindness shown
To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone.

WHILE thus the constant pair alternate said,
Joyful above them and around them play'd
Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd;
Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they bow'd ;
They tumbled all their little quivers o'er,
To choose propitious shafts, a precious store;
That, when their god should take his future darts,
To strike (however rarely) constant hearts,
His happy skill might proper arms employ,
All tipt with pleasure, and all wing'd with joy:
And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate
These lovers' constancy, should share their fate.

The queen of beauty stopt her bridled doves;
Approv'd the little labour of the Loves;
Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;
And to the triumph call'd the rod of war :
Soon as she calls, the god is always near.

"Now, Mars," she said, "let Fame exalt her
Nor let thy conquests only be her choice: [voice:
But, when she sings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught to
And when as prudent Saturn shall complete (yield;
The years design'd to perfect Britain's state,
The swift-wing'd power shall take her trump again,
To sing her favourite Anna's wondrous reign;
To recollect unweary'd Marlborough's toils,
Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils;
The British soldier from his high command
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand:
Let her, at least, perform what I desire;
With second breath the vocal brass inspire;
And tell the nations, in no vulgar strain,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain.
And, when thy tumults, and thy fights are past;
And when thy laurels at my feet are cast;
Faithful mayst thou, like British Henry, prove:
And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.

"Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear; And constant beauty shall reward their care." Mars smil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; "And thou," she smiling said, "great god of days And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise; As on the British earth, my favourite isle, Thy gentle rays and kindest influence smile, Through all her laughing fields and verdant groves, Proclaim with joy these memorable loves. From every annual course let one great day To celebrated sports and floral play

N

But, greatest Anna! while thy arms pursue
Paths of renown, and climb ascents of fame,
Which nor Augustus, nor Eliza knew;
What poet shall be found to sing thy name?
What numbers shall record, what tongue shall say,
Thy wars on laud, thy triumphs on the main?
O fairest model of imperial sway!

What equal pen shall write thy wondrous reign?
Who shall attempts and feats of arms rehearse,
Nor yet by story told, nor parallel'd by verse?
Me all too mean for such a task I weet:
Yet, if the sovereign lady deigns to smile,
I'll follow Horace with impetuons heat,
And clothe the verse in Spenser's native style.
By these examples rightly taught to sing,
And smit with pleasure of my country's praise,
Stretching the plumes of an uncommon wing,
High as Olympus I my flight will raise;
And latest times shall in my numbers read
Anna's immortal fame, and Marlborough's hardy
deed.

As the strong eagle in the silent wood,
Mindless of warlike rage and hostile care,
Plays round the rocky cliff or crystal flood,
Till by Jove's high behests call'd out to war,
And charg'd with thunder of his angry kind,
His bosom with the vongeful message glow;
Upward the noble bird directs his wing,
And, towering round his master's earth-born foes,
Swift he collects his fatal stock of ire,

Lifts his fierce talon high, and darts the forked fire.

Sedate and calm thus victor Marlborough sate, Shaded with laurels, in his native land, Till Anna calls him from his soft retreat, And gives her second thunder to his hand. Then, leaving sweet repose and gentle case, With ardent speed he seeks the distant foe; Marching o'er hills and vales, o'er rocks and seas, He meditates, and strikes the wondrous blow. Our thought flies slower than our general's fame: Grasps he the bolt? we ask-when he has hurl'd the flame.

When fierce Bavar, on Judoign's spacious plain, Did from afar the British chief behold,

Betwixt despair, and rage, and hope, and pain,
Something within his warning bosom roll'd:
He views that favourite of indulgent Fame,
Whom whilom he had met on Işter's shore;
Too well, alas! the man he knows the same,
Whose prowess there repell'd the Royan power,
And sent them trembling through the frighted lands,
Swift as the whirlwind drives Arabia's scatter'd
sands.

His former losses he forgets to grieve:
Absolves his fate, if, with a kinder ray,
It now would shine, and only give him leave
To balance the account of Blenheim's day.
So the fell lion in the lonely glade,
His side still smarting with the hunter's spear,
Though deeply wounded, no way yet dismay'd,
Roars terrible, and meditates new war;
la sullen fury traverses the plain,

To find the venturous foe, and battle him again.

Misguided prince, no longer urge thy fate,
Nor tempt the hero to unequal war;
Fam'd in misfortune, and in ruin great,
Confess the force of Marlborough's stronger star.

Those laurel groves, (the merits of the youth)
Which thou from Mahomet didst greatly gain,
While, bold assertor of resistless truth,
Thy sword did godlike liberty maintain,
Must from thy brow their falling honours shed,
And their transplanted wreaths must deck a wor
thier head.

Yet cease the ways of Providence to blame,
And human faults with human grief confess;
"Tis thou art chang'd, while Heaven is still the same;
From thy ill councils date thy ill success.
Impartial Justice holds her equal scales, C
Till stronger virtue does the weight incline:
If over thee thy glorious foe prevails,

He now defends the cause that once was thine. Righteous the war, the champion shall subdue; For Jove's great handmaid, Power, must Jove's decrees pursue.

Hark! the dire trumpets sound their shrill alarms! ^. Auverquerque, branch'd from the renown'd Nassaus, Hoary in war, and bent beneath his arms,

His glorious sword with dauntless courage draws.
When anxious Britain mourn'd her parting lord,
And all of William that was mortal died; à.
The faithful hero had receiv'd this sword
From his expiring master's much-lov'd side.
Oft from its fatal ire has Louis flown,
Where'er great William led, or Maese and Sambre

run.

But brandish'd high, in an ill-omen'd hour To thee, proud Gaul, behold thy justest fear, The master-sword, disposer of thy power: "Tis that which Caesar gave the British peerer He took the gift: "Nor ever will I sheathe This steel (so Anna's high behests ordain)," The general said, "unless by glorious death Absolv'd, till conquest has confirm'd your reign. Returns like these our mistress bids us make, When from a foreign prince a gift her Britons take."

And now fierce Gallia rushes on her foes, Her force augmented by the Boyan bands; Rob with new fury down through Russia's lands. So Volga's stream, increas'd by mountain snows, Like two great rocks against the raging tide, (If Virtue's force with Nature's we compare) Unmov'd the two united chiefs abide, Sustain the impulse, and receive the war. Round their firm sides, in vain, the tempest beats; And still the foaming wave, with lessen'd power,

retreats.

The rage dispers'd, the glorious pair advance, / With mingled anger and collected might, To turn the war, and tell aggressing France, How Britain's sons and Britain's friends can fight. On conquest fix'd, and covetous of fame, Behold them rushing through the Gallic host: Through standing corn so runs the sudden flame, Or eastern winds along Sicilia's coast.

They deal their terrours to the adverse nation: Pale Death attends their arms, and ghastly Desolation.

But while, with fiercest ire, Bellona glows, And Europe rather hopes than fears her fate; While Britain presses her afflicted foes;

What horrour damps the strong, and quells the great!