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A PASTORAL ODE,
To the Honourable
Sir RICHARD LYTTELTON.
HE morn dispens'd a dubious light,
A fullen mist had stoln from fight,
Or check his wandering rill.
Tho’schoold from fortune's paths to fly,
Would oft his fate bemoan ;
Nor prais’d, nor lov’d, nor known.
No friend to fame's obstreperous noise,
Soft murmuring, not a foe:
It griev'd him to forego,
Griev'd him to lurk the lakes beside,
And moorcocks shun the day;
And scorn to quit their prey. .
But see, the radiant sun once more
And raise the doubtsul dawn ;
That ever trod the lawn.
Amazement chill'd the shepherd's frame,
his ruftic cell ;
Should rove where shepherds dwell.
But true it is, the generous mind,
Will nought but vice disdain ;
Amid the desarţ plain.
* The Duchess of BRIDGEWATER, married to Sir RICHARD LYTTELTON,
Besecms it such, with honour crown'd,
Nor equal meed receive :
And rural hands can weave.
Yet strive, ye shepherds, strive to find,
The prime of all the spring ;
The trivial wreaths you bring.
O how the peaceful halcyons play'd,
Athenia's placid mien !
Lo, Dartmouth on those banks reclin’d,
The glories of his line ;
As thro' enchantment, shine.
* Its? 62, ar originally writing DENBIGH: Dartmon this mention Buc Erkow, p.180.
But who the nymph that guides their way
? Could ever nymph descend to stray
From HAGLEY's fam'd retreat ? Else by the blooming features fair, The faultless make, the matchless air,
'Twere CYNTHIA's form compleat.
So would some tuberose delight,
'Mid lonely defarts drear ;
And crowns the fragrant year.
Ah, now no more, the shepherd cry'd,
Her subtle force disown;
Shall paint these forms alone.
By low-brow'd rock, or pathless mead,
My dazled eyes astray;
Its more illustrious ray ?
Nor is it long-O plaintive swain!
Where, hid in woodlands green,
Had stol'n thro’ life unseen.
Scarce faded is the vernal flower,
To smile familiar here :
Froin social warmth sincere.
yet have many moons decay’d, Since Pollio fought this lonely shade,
Admir'd this rural maze :
Might pant for Pollio's praise.
Say Thomson here was known to rest,
Ah, never to return!
beside his urn.
* They were school-fellows.