RIEVAULX ABBEY. 4S1 



The laughing Hours, with cheeks of rosy tint, 

 Move round the car where great Apollo sits ; 

 Their radiant presence seems to crown the hills 

 With golden light, which gilds th' expanded sea. 

 There Hercules, for Lybia's smiling queen, 

 Has quit his ponderous club and warlike dress ; 

 Exchanging his accoutrements to wield 

 The simple distaff. Smitten by her charms 

 The conquer d hero crouches at her feet. 

 Daring Leander, with exertion spent, 

 Is there depicted striving with the flood ; 

 While from the turret, watching in suspense, 

 The lovely Hero waves her flaming torch, 

 Which breaks upon the darkness of the night. 



But ah ! my muse forego the flattering thought, 

 Nor vainly hope to paint the thrilling view 

 Seen from the verdant lawn that spreads beyond 

 Th' Ionian temple ; Heaven alone excels 

 That earthly scene ! description nought avails ! 



Farewell ! Elysian vale, and all ye woods ; 

 Ling'ring, I slowly leave their noble shade, 

 And every moment hides them from my eye ; 

 Another look, and now the vision's fled ! 

 Yet though its rich exuberance no more 

 Shall meet my view, though every charm should ceasg 

 In this bleak world, and sick'ning sorrow cling 

 Around my heart, my anxious thoughts shall oft 

 Change their dread musing, and in fancy's mood 

 Transport me te those lovely scenes again. 



G. Y. H. 



POCKLEY 



in the parish of HeUnsley, is two miles N. B. of i| 



