The bloom of young desire, and purple Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. light of love. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant II The Strophe Man's feeble race what ills await, The fond complaint, my song, disprove, 45 Power, Far from the sun and summer-gale, Say, has he given in vain the heavenly In thy green lap was Nature's darling Muse? In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom, To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet 60 laid, Nor second he, that rode sublime 95 Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky The secrets of the Abyss to spy. loves. |