He hangs between; in doubt, to act, or reft; ER muirlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare, A gentle young fhepherdefs fees my despair, And leads me, o'er lawns, to her home. Yellow fheafs, from Ceres, her cottage had crown'd; Her cafement, sweet woodbines crept wantonly round, We fat ourselves down to a cooling repast Fresh fruits!-and fhe cull'd me the best: While, thrown from my guard by fome glances fhe cast, Love lily ftole into my breaft. I told my foft wifhes: fhe fweetly reply'd (Ye virgins! her voice was divine) "I've rich ones rejected, and great ones deny'd: "But take me, fond fhepherd-I'm thine." Her Her air was fo modeft, her afpect fo meek; Now, jocund, together, we tend a few sheep; Together, we range o'er the flow rifing hills, Or reft on a rock whence the ftreamlet diftils, To pomp, or proud titles, fhe ne'er did afpire; The cottager, Peace, is well known for her fire, ན་ན་་ར་ར་ར་ར་ར་ར་ XXIII. NATURE'S CHILDREN ALL DIVIDE HER CARE. H AS God, thou fool! work'd folely for thy good, Thy joy, thy paftime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him, as kindly, fpread the flow'ry lawn. Is it for thee the lark afcends and fings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own, and raptures," fwell the note. The bounding fteed you pompously beftride, Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride. Is thine alone the feed that ftrews the plain? KNOW, nature's children all divide her care: The fur, that warms a monarch, warm'd a bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use !" "See man for mine !" replies a pamper'd goofe : And just as fhort of reafon he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all. ་ར་ར་ར་ར་ར་ར་ར་ར, XXIV. BEAUTY. MA "AY my fong foften, as thy daughters, I, Britannia, hail for beauty is their own, The feeling heart, fimplicity of life, And elegance, and tafte; the faultless form, Shap'd by the hand of harmony; the cheek, Where the live crimson, through the native white Soft fhooting, o'er the face, diffuses bloom, And ev'ry nameless grace; the parted lip, Like the red-rose bud moift with morning-dew, Breathing delight; and, under flowing jet, Or funny ringlets, or of circling brown, .The neck flight-shaded, and the fwelling breaft; The look refiftlefs, piercing to the foul, And by the foul inform'd, when, drefs'd in love, She fits, high fmiling, in the conscious eye. XXV. ADVICE то THE FAIR SEX. BUT UT, if the rougher fex, by this fierce fport, E'er ftain the bofom of the British fair. Far be the fpirit of the chafe from them! To spring the fence, to rein the prancing fteed; O! may their eyes no miferable fight, Tofwim along and fwell the mazy dance; M 4 Το To rear their graces into fecond life; To give fociety its highest taste; Well-order'd home man's best delight to make; To raife the virtues, animate the blifs, This be the female dignity and praise. Good, pleasure, eafe, content! whate'er thy name: That fomething, which still prompts th' eternal figh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die : Which still fo near us, yet beyond us lies, O'erlook'd, feen double, by the fool, and wife: Plant of celeftial feed! if dropp'd below, Say, in what mortal foil thou deign'ft to grow: Fair op'ning to fome court's propitious fhrine Or deep with di'monds in the flaming mine? Twin'd with the wreaths Parnaffian laurels yield; Or reap'd in iron harvefts of the field? Where grows where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the foil: Fix'd to no fpot is happinefs fincere ; "Tis no where to be found, or ev'ry where. ORDER is heav'n's firft law and, this confeft, Some are, and muft be, greater than the reft; More |