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• Alas! the joys that fortune brings
• Are trifling, and decay ;
• And what is Friendship but a name,
• A charm that lulls to sleep; • A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?
And Love is still an emptier sound,
^ The modern fair-one's jest ; « On earth unseen, or only found
. To warm the turtle's nest.
« For shame, fond youth ! thy sorrows hush,
? And spurn the sex !' he faid: But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpriz'd he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view,
As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms;
A maid in all her charms.
• And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,
« A wretch forlorn,' she cry'd, • Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
• Where Heaven and you reside!
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• But let a maid thy pity share,
• Whom love has taught to stray ; • Who seeks for rest, but finds despair
• Companion of her way.
My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
• A wealthy lord was he; · And all his wealth was mark'd as mine ;
• He had but only me.
• To win me from his tender arms
• Unnumber'd suitors came ; • Who prais'd me for imputed charms,
! And felt, or feign'd a flame.
• Each hour a mercenary crowd
• With richest proffers (trove; . Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,
• But never talk'd of love.
• In humble, simplest habit clad,
:: No wealth or power had he; • Wisdom and worth were all he had,
• But these were all to me.
• The blossom opening to the day,
The dews of heaven refin'd, • Could nought of purity display
• To emulate his mind.
: The dew, the blossoms of the tree,
« With charms inconstant shine : • Their charms were his ; but, woe to me!
• Their conftancy was mine.
NCE, I remember well the day,
'Twas ere the blooming (weets of May
Of sunshine and of dews.
In short, 'twas that sweet season's prime,
To Summer's glowing hand,
Which fan the smiling land.
?Twas then, beside a green-wood shade,
I urg'd my devious way,
So wond'rous bright the day.
And now my eyes with transport rove
Unbroken by a cloud!
And now beneath delighted pass,
A full-brimm'd river flow'd.
I stop, I gaze ; in accents rude,
Burft forth th' unbidden lay:
• And pity e'en the gay.
· These, these are joys alone,' I cry; < 'Tis here, divine Philosophy,
• Thou deign'it to fix thy throne ! • Here Contemplation points the road, « Thro' Nature's charms, to Nature's God!
· These, these are joys alone !
• Adieu, ye vain low-thoughted cares, • Ye human hopes, and human fears,
• Ye pleasures and ye pains ! While thus I spake, o’er all my soul A philosophick calmness stole,
A stoick ftillness reigns.
The tyrant passions all subside,
No more my bosom move ;
Of universal love.
When, lo! a voice, a voice I hear ! 'Twas Reason whisper'd in my car
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