1801.] 
"That not the fhafts of flander, envy, hate, 
'T he dungeon’s gloom,nor the cold hand of fate, 
“Can rob the good man of that peerlefs prize 
Which not pale Mammon’s countlefs treafure 
buys— 
The confcience clear whence fecret plea- 
fures flow, 
And friendthip kindled ’mid the gloom of woe, 
Affiduous love that ftays the parting breath, 
And honeft fame, triumphant over death. 
For you, who o’er the facred marble bends 
To weep the hubband, father, brother, friend, 
And, mutely eloquent, in anguihh raife 
Of keen regrets his monument of praifeme 
May Faith, may Friendtip, dry your 
ftreaming eyes, 
And Virtue mingle comfort with your fighs; 
Till Refignation foftly ftealing on, 
With penfive {mile bid ling’ring Grief begone, 
And tardy Time veil o’er with gradual fhade 
All bat the tender tints you would not with 
to fade! L. A. 
ae 
A SONG. 
Tt others beaft the treach’rous arf 
The heedlefs.fair to move; 
Z bear no bafe licentious heart, 
But moft fincerely love, 
Let paffion’s wild impetuous beat — 
Their throbbing bofoms fire, 
Be mine the mild and genial heat 
Awaked by chafte defire ! 
I will not praife thy fparkling eyes, 
Though there the graces dwell; 
Nor will I fing with fond furprize 
_ Thy bounding bofom’s fwell. 
A cheek, a lip, may others gain, 
Whom fenfe alone invites; 
But fhort their joy allied to pain, 
And vain their beft delights. 
Be mine to gaze upon thy face, 
And matchlefs beauty find, 
Nor there to mark one lovely gracg 
Unftampt upon thy mind. 
Oh! can you nurfe injurious fear 
And cold fufpicion know! 
Let Love difpel the gelid tear 
With his own gen’rous glow ! 
No fabled pow’rs will I atteft, 
That fuits a man who feigns ; - 
Can his but be an honeft breaft 
Where your frank virtue reigns ? 
Let foolifh men in labour’s mine 
Honour or wealth purfue, 
' The happy hufband’s arms be miney 
My only treafure you. 
Unenvied, Lux’ry’s lavith board, 
Cold Grandeur’s heartlefs life, 
The bloody Warrior’s impious fword, 
_ The Statefman’s crooked ftrife! - 
As Shepherds on a fea-beat fhore 
View Sailors tempt their fate, _ 
We'll hear Ambition’s tempef roar, 
_ And pity them their fate. 
Original Poctry, 221 
TRANSLATION, 
From the German of scHiLLEe, (Die Idzale.) 
COMPANIONS of my earlier years, 
For ever faithlefs will ye fly, 
With all your trzin of hopes and fears, 
Afpiring thoughts and warm defires, 
Creatiye Fancy’s magic fires 
That warm’d my opening mind with diftane 
{cenes of joy?. 
Imagination’s airy train, 
Can nought your bafty flight retain? 
Ah! never, never, fhall 1 fee 
-» Thofe vifions of my early prime, 
Swept by the ruthlefs ftorms of time. 
Loft in the ocean of eternity. 
And are thofe funs for ever fet in night, 
That fpread their luftre o’er my dawning day® 
Thofe cherifh’d vifions of fupreme delight 
So oft invoked, no longer will they ftay? 
Each with that fired my inexperienced mind, 
And promifed blifs and purity below, 
Say muft it ftill in Reafon find a foe, 
And leave a dull and dreary void behind? 
As once the fculptured image fired _ 
Pygmalion with an amorous flame, 
Till breath and genial life infpired 
The marble’s cold and fenfelefs frames 
So Nature to my opening foul 
Appear’d in all her charms array’d, 
Imagination lent her aid, 
And mimic life infpired the wond’rous whole. 
Refponfive to my ardent mind, 
The magic influence fpread o’er all, 
The tree, the flower, the water-fall, 
The foreft wild, the lawn, the grove, 
All feem’d, to life and fenfe refined, 
To echo back the fong of boundlefs love. 
Methought an influence divine, 
Ruled with almighty power my mind, 
And urged to every great defign, 
Form’d by the love of human kind! 
How vat, how fair appear’d this wond’rous 
fcene, 
When Hope at firf its opening buds difplay’d! 
How dull and comfortlefs, how poor and mean, 
Has Reafon fiance this mighty world pour- 
trayed! 
When firft life’s journey I began, 
Unburthen’d by the load of care, 
In thought with mighty ftrides I ran 
To fcenes that Fancy painted fair ; 
Already would my wifhes fiy 
To many a great and arducus height, 
Nought was too diftant, nought too high, 
To tempt my fancy’s daring flight. 
How eafy thence to {natch the prize 
It feem’d amid the glorious ftrife, 
While danced before my dazzled eyes 
The forms that glitter in the morn of life. 
Methought, obedient to my call, 
That Love his rofes in my path had ftrown ; 
That Fortune, with her golden crown, 
And Fame, that hides in ftars his lofty creft, 
And Truth, in never-fading fun-beams greft, 
On me had dgom’d theis choicef gifts to fall. 
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