3801, | 
Care feels not, with o’erclouding brow and 
mind, 
To pry into the future’s dreary waite 
No place of reft can pallid envy find ; 
Of vain remorfe-no footiteps can be “trac’d. 
But o’er the grafly meads the Mufes rove, 
Or by yon’ fiream that thro’ the valley 
ftrays 5 
While infpiration whifpers thro’ the grove, 
And fportive fancy mid’ the foliage plays. 
From the white village ehurch, amid thofe 
tFeeS, 
Ne’er does the midnight clang of terror 
founds ) 
Nor o’er this Tempe does the balmy breeze 
E’er waft heart-rending notes of difcord 
round, 
The fearful din of clafhing weapons he’er . 
‘The*echo of that ivy’d cavern wakes 5 
But, while the herdfman’s horn founds free 
from care, 
To the fweet fhepherd’s pipe the morning 
breaks. 
Tn the foft meads the lowing herds repofe, 
The wild-goats browze upon the fteepy 
eal gots 3” ’ 
While from the mould’ring tow’rat evening’s 
clofe, 
The fereech-owl hoots amid the falling 
blocks. 
The filver poplars in the Zephyrs play, 
Their leaves prefenting fill a varying hue; 
The mill that Mops yon’? freamlet?s gentle 
way i 
At paufes ftrikes, to meafur’d ‘time fill 
true, 
On the tall trees the thrufh her wild-notes 
fings, 
While the meek grafshopper ftill chirps 
below ; 
The mower’s fcythe thro? all the valley 
‘rings, © \ 
And the bees hum as laden home they go. 
Oh! bleft the man, who from his heart can 
hail 
Thefe tranquil fcenes, here fludy nature’s 
page— 
As Petrarch, in his rock- encompats d vale, 
And in Scillonte’s fhades the. Grecian 
fage.* 
And ba who’ve long repented that your 
choice 
Once led ye to purfue the worldling’s 
courfe, 
Fly, fly the ftorm; obey mild-nature’s voice, 
_ And peaceful reft from the rude tempeft’s 
force. 
* Xenophon, wlio, banifhed from his native 
country, retired to Scillote, in Peloponnefus, 
not far from Olympia, where he devoted his 
Jatter years to liunting and agriculture. 
Original Poetry. 
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Here may the heart, too oft by man betray’ d, 
Form sound himfeif a world where guilt’s 
unknown; 
The injur’d lover, the forfaken maid, 
Their foul’s deep wrongs in fifencé may 
bemoan. 
And thou, mild feraph, who, thro’ pafling 
years,» 
Haft watch’d my fteps, thy guardian cares 
may ‘ceafe ; 
Encircled round with golden hope appears, 
The future-now, as here I reft in ea.epy 
While here, as at the brink of heav’nly jay 
i fix my feat, abjuring worldly dreams ; 
Refelv’d ambition’s tune fhall ne’er decoy 
My heart again, to tafte her troubled 
ftreams.* 
Love’s wants are few, a garden, Fieve and 
field, 
An amour by his fair-one’s renee dreft, 
A ftraw-roof’d cot from curious eyes cons 
ceal’d, 
A {pot where two united urns may reft, 
Far as a fhepherd, in fair Enna’s dale, 
The diftant roaring of the billows hears, 
So diftant now the fons of hiftory’s tale, 
In low and broken founds, affails mine 
ears. 
Nor fhall ambition’s votaries e’er anote ~~ 
OF admiration from my bofom_gain 5 
Thofe who for liberty their lives devote, 
Alone can from my hands a crown obtain. 
Too proud to ferve, where rank or pay in- 
‘vites, 
No more a hireling to another’s laws; 
Yet ne’er will I defert man’s genuine rights, 
But gladly perith in fair Freedom’s caufe; 
Aad when at laf I reft from mortal ftrifey — 
“Cer a cold clay let filver rofes bloom 3 
And ah ! may thofe who ihar’d my love thro” 
life, 
Shed drops of ‘ong atte Bien o’er my tomb. 
ANNE PLUMPTRE. 
. Sea 
VERSES for the ANNIVERSARY of fos ye 
TERARY FUND, 1801. Byi, DIsRABLI, 
SQ: 
ERA PH of Earth! lov’d Charity appears, 
And drops on human griefs celeftial tears 5 
Ocome! thine eyes of dewy light-unfold, 
And wave thy tveffes of ethereal gold! 
Mark the warm bluth upon her forehead fent, 
Her hand outftretch’d, her liftening head juft 
bent ! 
Hung round her knees a graceful group is 
feen ; 
She comes, and Famine’s blafted heath looks 
green ! 
* The author was for feveral years an 
officer in the Swifs Brigade, in the fervice of 
the French Monarchy, but had quitted it be- 
fore thefe wwe were written, 
Her 
