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Where neftling birds their carols fing, 
And vines around the branches cling, 
Soon the fun belowthe glades _ 
Shall blend in gloom the length’ning fhades 3 
And lovers join’d in lovers’ arms, 
Shall call me to Mirtilla’s charms. 
Tothe grove where Loves invite, 
Whofe fecret fhade protects delight ; 
Whofe fouthern fide the Gironde laves, 
And ripples by with quiv’ring waves ; 
On its clear and gloify tide, 
Down, Mirtilla, let us ride ; 
Lightly come the rifing gales, 
A band of Zephyrs fill the fails. 
Sunk beneath the wat’ry bed, 
The Sun has hid his tell-tale head. 
Turn the rudder to the fhore, 
Furl the fail, and prefs the oar. 
Now the gravel grinds the keel; 
My nerves with pain its grating feel. 
Lightly ftep upon the beach, 
Quick the hidden arbour reach, 
Thy mad’ning charms, my love, difplay ; 
Mirtilla, hafte! Why this delay ? 
Let my arms entwine thy waift! 
What’s a woman, if fhe’s chafte ? 
She’s a jewel in the deep, 
Deluding vifion of a fleep ; 
An empty dream, a glitt’ring toy, 
A phantom pleafing to deftroy. 
Draw the pervious gauze afide ! 
As a fog in morning tide 
Obfcures the fun’s enliv’ning beams, 
A luftre vifible by gleams! 
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HOPE’S INVITATION. 
HE fhades of the night are now pafling 
away, 
And morn in her balmy effulgence is feen 3 
The lark pours his cadence to welcome the 
day, 
And ‘het pipe of the thepherd fteals foft o’er 
the green. 
What voice is’t I hear fo harmonioufly {weet ? 
Thro’ the woodlands its melody burfts on 
my ear ; 
Rofy Heaith on the mountains it tells me to 
greet, 
Ang loudly proclaims, ’tis the prime of the | 
year. 
66 Why mufeft thou here, lonely wand’rer, it 
cries, 
While Pleafure’s foft warblings call thee 
away, 
While the rofes of morning are reafting thine 
eyes 
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And thoa fee it the bright {miles of the 
monarch of day ? 
For thee the gay breeze of the fummer 
awakes, 
Fer thee are difclos’d the fair tints of the 
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With the happy then mingie, like others be 
Says cue 
Nor thus all in filence and folitude mourn ; 
O hafte from this gioom to the radiance of 
day, 
And enjoy the bright moments that 1 ne’er 
can return. 
ee Phabus afcending his glory SEN 
On the green-wave gay dances his glitt’ring 
ray, 
And hark how the merry bells ring out their 
peals ; 
Why ling'reft thou here > Come aways 
come away !”" 
Begone, thou falfe Siren! thou charm’ft me 
no more ; 
In vain thy foft accents to me are ad- 
dref{s’d ; 
Thou can’ft not the peace of this bofom re- 
ftore, 
Nor luli the dark ftorms of misfortune te. 
reft. 
Too long have thy vifions deluded my fight, 
Too jong have thy flatteries poifon’d my 
ear 
But fled is each fun-beam of tranfient de- 
light, 
And now all ‘thy arts and thy Falttieads appear. 
When life’s glowing ‘Jandfeape firft {mil’d on 
my view, 
And each throb of this heart beat to Joy’ $ 
lively ftrain 5 
When Content o’er my sane her mild drapery 
threw, 
And unfelt was the turbulent Baie of 
Pain: 
Then gladly my mind thy fweet neétar re- 
ceived, 
And carelefs I wander’d on Fancy’s light 
wing 3 
Too fondly was each blooming fiétion believ’d, 
Which told me, that life Would be al ways 
a {pring: y 
Still, Mill, the wide profpe& all lovely ap- 
pear’d, 
The flow’rs were unfaded, the fkies were 
ferene, . 
And fill the gay ftrugture of Fancy Trear’d, 
Still, fill, in bright colours the future was 
tes. 
Ah! treacherous calm, that fo foon was te 
ceafet 
Wild phantoms, vain thoughts, that laid 
Reafon afleep : 
Full thort was the fun. 
the peace, 
And thofe too, 
to weep. 
fhine, and tranfient 
Enchantrefs, foon left me 
Then feck not, Deceiver, to tempt me anew, 
Ox to dupe the fad heart thou already haft 
wreck’d: 
Not for me does the {pring its foft violets 
‘firew, 
Net for me are t the woodlands with verdure 
bed eck’d 
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