Why heed we not, while mad we hafte along,
The gentle voice of peace, or pleasure's fong?
Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's fide,
The mountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride,
Why think we thefe lefs pleafing to behold,
Than dreary deferts, if they lead to gold?

"Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day,
"When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!"
O cease, my fears!—all frantic as I go,
When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe,
What if the lion in his rage I meet!→→→→
Oft in the duft I view his printed feet:
And fearful! oft, when day's declining light
Yields her pale empire to the mourner night,
By hunger rous'd, he fcours the groaning plain,
Gaunt wolves and fullen tygers in his train :
Before them death with fhrieks directs their way,
Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey.

"Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
"When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!"
At that dead hour the filent afp fhall creep,
If aught of reft I find, upon my sleep:
Or fome fwoln ferpent twist his scales around,
And wake to anguish with a burning wound.
Thrice happy they, the wife contented poor,
From luft of wealth, and dread of death fecure!
They tempt no deferts, and no griefs they find;
Peace rules the day, where reafon rules the mind.

"Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
"When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way

Q hap

O hapless youth! for the thy love hath won, The tender Zara will be moft undone ! Big swell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful maid, When fast she dropt her tears, as thus the said : • Farewell the youth whom fighs could not detain, " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet as thou go'st, may every

blaft arise “ Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs! “ Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'st thou see, “ No griefs endure, nor weep, false youth, like me.”

O! let me safely to the fair return,
Say with a kiss, she must not, shall not mourn ;
O! let me teach my heart to lose its fears,
Recall’d by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears.

He said, and callid on heaven to bless the day,
When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way.

I No Cinisme View along the level green,

N Georgia's land, where Temis' towers are seen, While evening dews enrich the glittering glade, And the tall forests caft a longer shade,

B

What

What time 'tis fweet o'er fields of rice to stray,
Or fcent the breathing maize at fetting day;
Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove,
Emyra fung the pleafing cares of love.

Of Abra firft began the tender ftrain,

Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain :
At morn the came thofe willing flocks to lead,
Where lilies rear them in the watery mead;
From early dawn the live-long hours fhe told,
"Till late at filent eve the penn'd the fold.
Deep in the grove, beneath the fecret shade,
A various wreath of odorous flowers fhe made:
Gay-motley'd pinks and fweet jonquils the chofe,
The violet blue that on the mofs-bank grows;
All-fweet to fenfe, the flaunting rofe was there :
The finish'd chaplet well-adorn'd her hair.
Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to ftray,
By love conducted from the chace away;
Among the vocal vales he heard her fong,
And fought the vales and echoing groves among:
At length he found, and woo'd the rural maid ;
She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd,

"Be ever youth like royal Abbas mov'd.
"And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"
The royal lover bore her from the plain;
Yet ftill her crook and bleating flock remain :
Oft as he went, fhe backward turn'd her view,
And bad that crook and bleating flock adieu.
Fair happy maid! to other fcenes remove,
To richer fcenes of golden power and love!

Go

Go, leave the fimple pipe, and fhepherd's ftrain §
With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign.

"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
"And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"
Yet midit the blaze of courts fhe fix'd her love
On the cool fountain, or the fhady grove;
Still with the fhepherd's innocence her mind
To the sweet vale, and flowery mead inclin'd;
And oft as fpring renew'd the plains with flowers,
Breath'd his foft gales, and led the fragrant hours,
With fure return fhe fought the fylvan scene,
The breezy mountains, and the forefts green.
Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band!
Each bore a crook all-rural in her hand:
Some fimple lay, of flocks and herds they fung:
With joy the mountain, and the forest rung.

"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
"And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"
And oft the royal lover left the care

And thorns of ftate, attendant on the fair
Oft to the fhades and low-roof'd cots retir'd,
Or fought the vale where firft his heart was fir'd:
A ruffet mantle, like a fwain, he wore,

And thought of crowns and bufy courts no more.

"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" Bleft was the life, that royal Abbas led: Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. What if in wealth the noble maid excel, The fimple fhepherd girl can love as well.

Let those who rule on Persia's jewell'd throne
Be fam'd for love, and gentlest love alone ;
Or wreath, like Abbas, full of fair renown,
The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.
O happy days! the maids around her fay;
O hafte, profuse of blessings, hafte away!

Be every youth, like royal Abbas, mov'd,
“ And every Georgian maid, like Abra, lov'd !”

EC LOGUE
E C L O G U E

IV.

AGIB AND SECANDER; OR, THE FUGITIVES.

SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA,

TIME, MIDNIGHT,

IN
I ;

'N fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd,
Each swain was blest, for

maid was kind;
At that ftill hour, when awful midnight reigns,
And none, but wretches, haunt the twilight plains ;
What time the moon had hung her lamp on high,
And past in radiance thro' the cloudless sky;
Sad o'er the dews, two brother shepherds filed,
Where wildering fear and desperate forrow led :
Fast as they preft their flight, behind them lay
Wide ravag'd plains, and vallies stole away.
Along the mountain's bending fides they ran,
'Till faint and weak Secander thus began: