DR. DARWIN. 39 



elevated mind. That fnind had alfo been 

 wounded by the caprice of a young lady, 

 who " claimed the triumph of a lettered 

 " heart/' without knowing how to value 

 and retain her prize. Before the proofs of 

 her ficklenefs became indifputable, he 

 wrote the following beautiful elegy j 



Yet once again, in yonder myrtle bowers, 



Whence rofe-lipp'd zephyrs, hovering, Ihed perfume, 



I weave the painted radiance of the flowers, 

 And prefs coy Nature in her days of bloom. 



Shall {he, benignant, to the wondering eyes 

 Of the lone hermit all her charms unfold ? 



Or, gemm'd with dew, bid her gay florets rife 

 To grace the ruftic matter of the fold ? 



Shall thefe poflefs her bright, her fragant ftore, 

 Thefe fnatch the wreath, by plaftic Nature wove, 



Nor wanton fummer yield one garland more 

 To grace the bofom of the nymph I love? 



For me mall come j with her each fitter grace, 

 With her the kindred powers of harmony, 



The deep recetfes of the grove mall trace, 

 And hang with flowers each confecrated tree* 



BJithc 



