The gentle Air allow'd my claim, But, ah! the nymphs that heal the pensive mind, By prescripts more refin'd, Neglect their votary's anxious moan; [flown. Oh! how should they relieve?-the Muses all were By flowery plain or woodland shades I leave behind my native mead, To range where Zeal and Friendship lead, Scarce have my footsteps press'd the favour'd When sounds ethereal strike my ear; At once celestial forms appear; My fugitives are found! The Muses here attune their lyres, Ah! partial, with unwonted fires; Here, hand in hand, with careless mien, But whilst I wander'd o'er a scene so fair, How every Muse and every Grace Had long employ'd their care. [ground, Lurks not a stone enrich'd with lively stain, But torn, methought, from native lands or seas, And some had bent the wildering maze, Assign'd the laurell'd bust a place, And given to learning all the pomp of show; They met and frisk'd it o'er the lawn. Ah! woe is me, said I, And **'s hilly circuit heard my cry: The sapphire stream that down my valley flows? Ah! lovely treacherous maids! To quit unseen my votive shades, When pale Disease and torturing Pain Who ne'er your wonted tasks declin'd. She needs not your officious aid To swell the song, or plan the shade ; Her native genius guides her hand, Thus I my rage and grief display, RURAL ELEGANCE, TO THE LATE DUCHESS OF SOMERSET. WHILE orient skies restore the day, 1750. Ye rural thanes! that o'er the mossy down Does nature mean your joys alone to crown? Say, does she smooth her lawns for you? For you does Echo bid the rocks reply, [cry? And, urg'd by rude constraint, resound the jovial See from the neighbouring hill, forlorn, He finds his labour'd crops a prey; He sees his flock--no more in circles feed, Haply beneath your ravage bleed, And with no random curses loads the deed. Nor yet, ye swains! conclude That Nature smiles for you alone; Your bounded souls, and your conceptions crude, The proud, the selfish boast disown: Yours be the produce of the soil; O may it still reward your toil! Nor ever the defenceless train Of clinging infants ask support in vain ! But though the various harvest gild your plains, Purpling a whole horizon round? Athirst, ye praise the limpid stream, 'tis true; It mimic no unpleasing song, The limpid fountain murmurs not for you. Unpleas'd, ye see the thickets bloom, Unpleas'd, the Spring her flowery robe resume; Unmov'd, the mountains airy pile, The dappled mead without a smile. O let a rural conscious Muse, For well she knows, your froward sense accuse : Forth to the solemn oak you bring the square, And span the massy trunk before you cry--'Tis fair. Nor yet, ye learn'd! nor yet, ye courtly train! To waste with us a summer's day, She, where she pleases, kind or coy, Who furnishes the scene, and forms us to enjoy. Then hither bring the fair ingenuous mind, By her auspicious aid refin'd. Lo! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows, For such the rivers dash the foaming tides, Ev'n thriftless furze detains their wandering sight, And the rough barren rock grows pregnant with With what suspicious fearful care The sordid wretch secures his claim, If haply some luxurious heir [delight. Should alienate the fields that wear his name! What scruples, lest some future birth Should litigate a span of earth! [prose, Bonds, contracts, feoffments, names unmeet for The towering Muse endures not to disclose: VOL. XXIV. |