5^8 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804. 



An unknown shore, and green and flow'ry vales 

 And azure Iiills, and silver-gashing streams, 

 Shine forth, a Paradise %vhich Ileav'n alone 

 Who Sriw the silent anguish of despair 

 Could raise in the waste %vilderness of wares. — > 



They gain the haven — through untrodden scenes, 

 Perhaps untrodden by the foot of man 

 Since first tiie earth arose, they wind : The voice 

 Of JVature hails them here with music, SMeet, 

 As waving woods retir'd, or falling streams 

 Can make : most sootliing to the weary heart. 

 Doubly to those v.ho, strnsfgling with their fate. 

 ■ And M earv'd long with watchings and with gjief^ 

 Sought but a place of safety. All things here 

 \\'hisper repose and peace ; the very birds 

 That mid the golden fruitage glance their plumes. 

 The songsters of the lonely valley sing 

 " Welcome from scenes of sorrow, — live with us.'' — 



The Mild wood opens, and a shady glen 

 Appears, euibower'd with mantling laurels high, 

 That, sloping, shade the flow'ry valley's side ; 

 A lucid stream, Avith gentle murmur, strays 

 Beneath th' umbrageous multitude of leaves, 

 Till gaining, with soft lapse, the nethej plain, 

 It glances light along its yellow bed : — 

 The shaggy inmates of the forest lick 

 The feet of their new guests, and gazing stand. — 

 A beauteous tree upshoots amid the glade 

 Its trembling top ; and there upon the bank 

 They rest them, while the heart o'erliows with joy. 



Now evening, breatliing richer odours sm eet, 

 Cainc down ; a softer sound the circling seas, 

 The ancient woods resounded, while the dove, 

 Her mnrniurs interposing, tenderness 

 Awak'd. )'ot more endearing, in the hearts 

 Of those who, sever'd far from human kind 

 Woman and man, by vows sincere betroth'd. 

 Heard but the voice of Nature. The still moon 

 Arose — they sai/ it not — cheek was to check 

 Inclin'd, and unawares a stealing tear 

 Witness'd how blissful was that hour, that seem'd 

 Not of tl'.p hours that time could count. A ki>s 

 Stole on the list'ning silence ; never yet 

 Here heard : they trembld, e'en as if the pow'r 

 That made the world, .that planted the first pair 

 lu paradise, amid tlie gafdou walk'd,— 



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