ELEGY XXVI. Defcribing the forrow of an ingenuous mind, on the melancholy event of a licentious amour. WHY mourns my friend! why weeps his downcaft eye? That eye where mirth, where fancy us'd to shine; Thy chearful meads reprove that fwelling figh; Art thou not lodg'd in fortune's warm embrace ? That wins the friend, or that enchants the fair! DAMON, faid he, thy partial praise restrain ; Not DAMON's friendship can my peace restore ; Alas! his very praise awakes my pain, And my poor wounded bofom bleeds the more. For oh! that nature on my birth had frown'd, But led by fortune's hand, her darling child, Of Of folly ftudious, ev'n of vices vain, Ah vices! gilded by the rich and gay! Poor artless maid! to ftain thy spotless name, School'd in the science of love's mazy wiles, Then, while the fancy'd rage alarm'd her care, I bade my words the wonted foftnefs wear, To thee, my DAMON, dare I paint the rest? Nine envious moons matur'd her growing shame; " HENRY, HENRY, fhe faid, by thy dear form fubdu'd, I figh in fhades, and ficken at the fun. Amid the dreary gloom of night, I cry, When will the morn's once pleasing scenes return ? Yet what can morn's returning ray supply, But foes that triumph, or but friends that mourn! Alas! no more that joyous morn appears That led the tranquil hours of spotless fame; For I have steep'd a father's couch in tears, And ting'd a mother's glowing cheek with shame. The vocal birds that raise their matin strain, If thro' the garden's flow'ry tribes I ftray, Ye flow'rs! that well reproach a nymph fo frail, 7 Now Now the grave old alarm the gentler young; And all my fame's abhorr'd contagion flee; Trembles each lip, and faulters ev'ry tongue, That bids the morn propitious fmile on me. Thus for your fake I fhun each human eye; Left my fad fate shou'd nourish pangs for you. Raife me from earth; the pains of want remove, Be but my friend; I ask no dearer name ; Force not my tongue to ask its scanty bread; Haply, when age has filver'd o'er my hair, She She fpoke-nor was I born of favage race; And vow'd to waste her life in pray'rs for mine. I saw her foot the lofty bark afcend; I faw her breaft with ev'ry paffion heave; I left her-torn from ev'ry earthly friend; Oh! my hard bofom, which could bear to leave! Brief let me be; the fatal ftorm arose; The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain ; O'er the tall maft the circling furges close; My JESSY-floats upon the wat'ry plain! And-fee my youth's impetuous fires decay; ODES, |