"Yes, lovely maid," the youth replies,

"A bold ambition prompts my breast, "The towering hope that love fupplies, "The wish in bleffing to be bleft.

"The meaner profpects I defpife
"That wealth, or rank, or power

bestow;

"Be yours the groveling blifs ye prize, "Ye fordid minds that stoop fo low !

"Be mine the more refin'd delights

"Of love that banishes controul,

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"When the fond heart with heart unites, "And foul's in unifon with soul."

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Elvira blush'd the warm reply,

(To love a language not unknown) The milder glories fill'd her eye,

And there a fofter luftre fhone.

The yielding fmile that's half fuppreft,

The short quick breath, the trembling tear, The fwell tumultuous of the breaft,

In Armine's favour all appear.

At each kind glance their fouls unite,
While love's foft fympathy imparts

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That tender transport of delight

That beats in undivided hearts.

Refpectful to his lips he preft

Her yielded hand; in hafte away Her yielded hand she drew diftreft,

With looks that witness'd wild dismay.

"Ah whence, fair excellence, thofe fears?
"What terror unforeseen alarms?"
"See! where a father's frown appears".
She said, and funk into his arms.

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"My daughter! heavens! it cannot be-
"And yet it muft-O dire difgrace!
"Elvira have I liv'd to fee

"Clafp'd in a peafant's vile embrace!

"This daring guilt let death repay"-
His vengeful arm the javelin threw ;
With erring aim it wing'd its way,
And far, by Fate averted, flew.

Elvira breathes-her pulfes beat,

Returning life illumes her eye; Trembling a father's view to meet,

She spies a reverend hermit nigh,

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"Your wrath," fhe cries, "let tears affuage

"Unheeded must Elvira pray?

"O let an injur'd father's rage

This hermit's facred prefence fstay!

"Yet deem not, loft in guilty love,

"I plead to fave my virgin fame; "My weakness Virtue might approve, "And smile on Nature's holy flame."

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❝ welcome to my hopes again,

My fon," the raptur'd hermit cries,

"I fought thee forrowing on the plain,"➡

And all the father fill'd his eyes.

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"Art thou," the raging Raymond faid,

"Of this audacious boy the fire ?

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"Curfe on the dart that idly sped,

"Nor bade his peasant foul expire!"

"His peafant foul!"-indignant fire
Flash'd from the conscious father's eye,

"A gallant earl is Armine's fire,
"And know, proud chief, that earl am I.

Tho' here, within the hermit's cell,

"I long have liv'd unknown to fame,

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"Hah! Egbert! he, whom tyrant rage

"Forc'd from his country's bleeding breast?

"The patron of my orphan age,

"My friend, my warrior ftands confest!

"But why?"-" The painful ftory fpare, "That proftrate youth," faid Egbert, "fee; "His anguish asks a parent's care,

"A parent, once who pitied thee!"

Raymond, as one who, glancing round,

Seems from fome fudden trance to start, Snatch'd the pale lovers from the ground, And held them trembling to his heart.

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Joy, Gratitude, and Wonder fhed

United tears o'er Hymen's reign,

And Nature her beft triumph led,

For Love and Virtue join'd her train.

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SWEET

A PERSIAN SONG

OF HAFIZ.

BY SIR WILLIAM JONES, KT. *

WEET maid, if thou, would'ft charm my fight,,

And bid these arms thy neck infold;

That rofy cheek, that lily hand,

Would give thy poet more delight
Than all Bocara's vaunted gold,
Than all the gems of Samarcand.

Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow,
And bid thy penfive heart be glad,
Whate'er the frowning zealots fay:

Tell them, their Eden cannot show
A stream so clear as Rocnabad,
A bower fo fweet as Mofellay.

O! when these fair perfidious maids,
Whofe eyes our fecret haunts infest,

Their dear deftructive charms display;

Each glance my tender breast invades,

And robs my wounded foul of reft,
As Tartars feize their deftin'd prey.

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