I fhun the scenes where madd'ning paffion raves, The graffy lane, the wood-furrounded field, And yet ev'n here amid these secret shades, While genial funs to genial fhow'rs fucceed, Crop the sweet herb, and snuff the rich perfume. O why alone to hapless man deny'd, His few short hours on earth's delightful coaft? Why Why elfe the smiling infant-train fo bleft, peace within, Or wild defire inflames the youthful breast, Or ill propension ripens into fin? As to the bleating tenants of the field, Such joys were mine when from the peopl'd streets, To Surry's wood-crown'd hills my steps allur'd. O happy hours, beyond recov'ry fled! What share I now" that can your lofs repay," While o'er my mind thefe glooms of thought are fpread, And veil the light of life's meridian ray? Is there no pow'r this darkness to remove ? Or raife our views to happier feats above, Where fear, and pain, and death fhall be no more? Yes, Yes, those there are who know a Saviour's love, The long-loft joys of Eden can restore; And raise their views to happier feats above, Where fear, and pain, and death shall be no more, Those grateful share the gift of nature's hand, And in the vari'd fcenes that round them shine; The fair, the rich, the awful, and the grand, Admire th'amazing workmanship divine. Blows not a flow'ret in th' enamell'd vale, But claims their wonder and excites their praife! For them ev'n vernal nature looks more gay, They feel the blifs that hope and faith fupply, They pass ferene th'appointed hours that bring, The day that wafts them to the realms on high, The day that centres in eternal spring. DORILACIA; OR, THE FAIR CAPTIVE. AN ANECDOTE OF ANCIENT CHIVALRY. 'N the line of crufadoes every woman was a IN beauty, every man was an hero. The virtues. of the female were then unfufpected; the courage of the hero was to be proof against any antagonift, and he was, at the hazard of his life, to evince, that his PRECIEUSE was both more beautiful and more virtuous than any other of the fex. Where is there a knight adventurer now who would undertake either? Dorilacia, though unfeeking, was fought for by the King of ****. The fame of her personal charms were great; that of her virtues, were ftill greater.-The Prince of **** fued for her: his martial virtues recommended him to the choice of her father. Martial virtues in a man, were, in the time of the crufadoes, of the greatest estimation. She was promifed to the Princebut promises before marriage are generally fruftrated. A parent will frequently fet himself againft the obligation entered into by his daughter. A rival A rival will fometimes fruftrate the promife, the obligation, by the death of the rival.. Betrothed, as it were, to Prince Rhadamont, Dorilacia was to experience a different fate, a fate unforeseen, a fate too cruel for one who left it to her father to choose her a partner for life. The object of her father's choice, after the most affectionate adieu, parted from her to encounter the Saracens. In the interim, the Saracen Prince burft into the facred inclofure wherein fhe was-faw her charms-faw, was inflamed, and was determined to make her his own. He forced her upon a palfry, and obliged her domeftic, her favourite female to attend her. Her agitations were great for many a mile. The courtefies of the Saracen were not lefs, which was an unusual phænomenon. Arriving at a retired place, and finding her ra ther worn out with fatigue, he carried her to the umbrageous retirement of a wood; there he breathed the fofteft vows, the fofteft accents of inflamed 12. |