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Lavinia and Palemon.
« Now to the dust gone down ; his houses, lands,
2415 “ And once fair-spreading family, dissolved.
'Tis said that in some lone obscure retreat, & Urged by remembrance sad, and decent pride, * Far from those scenes which knew their better days, « His aged widow and his daughter live,
250 4 Whom yet my fruitless search could never find. 66 Romantic wish! would this the daughter were !" # When, strict enquiring, from herself he found She was the same, the daughter of his friend, Of bountiful ACASTO : who can speak
255 The mingled passions that surprised his heart, And through his nerves in shivering transport ran? Then blazed his smothered flame, avowed, and bold; And as he viewed her, ardent, o'er and o'er, Love, gratitude, and pity, wept at once.
260 Confused, and frightened at his sudden tears, Her rising beauties flushed a higher bloom, As thus PALEMON, passionate, and just, Poured out the pious rapture of his soul :
« And art thou then Acasto's dear remains ? 265 She, whom my restless gratitude has sought, « So long in vain ? O heavens! the very same, « The softened image of my noble friend, " Alive his every look, his every feature, « More elegantly touched. Sweeter than Spring! 270 * Thou sole surviving blossom from the root * That nourished up my fortune ! Say, ah wherë, “In what sequestered desert, hast thou drawn « The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? 6 Into such beauty spread, and blown so fair ; 273 " Tho' poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain,
Lavinia and Palemon.
“ Beat keen, and heavy, on thy tender years ? “ O let me now, into a richer soil; “ Transplant thee safe! where vernal suns, and showers, “ Diffuse their warmest, largest influence ;
289 “ And of my garden be the pride, and joy! * Ill it befits thee, oh it ill befits - Acasto's daughter, his whose open stores, " Thoo vast, were little to his ample heart, « The father of a country, thus to pick
285 « The very refuse of those harvest fields, 4 Which from his bounteous friendship I enjoy. " Then throw that shameful pittance from thy hand, “ But ill applied to such a rugged task : « The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine ; 290 * If to the various blessings which thy house # Has on me lavished, thou wilt add that bliss,
That dearest bliss, the power of blessing thee !).
Here ceased the youth : yet still his speaking eye Expressed the sacred triumph of his soul,
1995 With conscious virtue, gratitude, and love, Above the vulgar joy divinely raised. Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm Of goodness irresistible, and all In sweet disorder lost, she blushed consent.
300 The news immediate to her mother brought, While, pierced with anxious thought, she pined away The lonely moments for LAVENIA's fate Amazed, and scarce believing what she heard, Joy seized her withered veins, and one bright gleam 30$ Of setting life shone on her evening-hours : Not less enraptured than the happy pair ; Who flourished long in tender bliss, and reared
A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves ;
Defeating of the labours of the year
625 Through all the sea of harvest roiling round, The billowy plain floats wide ; nor can evade, Though pliant to the blast, its seizing force : Or whirled in air, or into vacant chaff Shook waste. And sometimes too a burst of rain, .330 Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends . In one continuous flood. Still over head The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still The deluge deepens ; till the fields around Lie sunk, and flatted, in the sordid wave.
335 Sudden the ditches swell, the medows swim. Red, from the hills, innumerable streams Tumultuous roar ; and high above its banks The river lift ; before whose rushing tide, Herds, flocks, and harvests, cottages and swains, 340
Roll mingled down ; all that the winds had spared
355 Which covers yours with luxury profuse Makes your glass sparkle, and your sense rejoice! Nor cruelly demand what the deep rains, And all-involving winds have swept away.
Here the rude clamour of the sponsman's joy, 36@ The gun fast-thundering, and the vinded horn, Would tempt the Muse to sing the rural Game :: How, in his mid career, the spaniel struck, Stiff, by the tainted gale, with open nose, Outstretched, and finely sensible, draws full,
365. Fearful and cautious, on the latent prey ; As in the sun the circling coșey bask Their varied plumes, and watchful every way, Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye. Caught in the meshy snare, in pain they beat 370 Their idle wings, entangled more and more : Nor on the surges of the boundless air,
These are not subjects for the peaceful Muse,
Then most delighted, when she social sees i The whole mixed animal creation round
Alive, and happy. 'Tis not joy to her,
Who with the thoughtless insolence of power $ Inflamed, beyond the most infuriate wrath
Of the worst monster that e'er roamed the waste,
Upbraid, ye ravening tribes, our wanton rage, # For hunger kindles you, and lawless want ;
But lavish fed, in Nature's bounty rolled,
Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare !
Retired : the rushy fen ; the ragged furze,