The journeying peafant, thro' the fecret fade,Ợ Heard their foft lyres engage his lift'ning ear; c. £ And haply deem'd fome courteous angel play'd; 3 No angel play'd-but might with transport hear. For these the founds that chase unholy trife! Solve envy's charm, ambition's wretch release! Farewel, pure fpirits! vain the praise we give, Deserve an ampler bliss than life bestows. Laft of his race, PALEMON, now no more!! 3 T ELE GY XVI. He fuggefts the advantages of birth to a perfon of merit, and the folly of a fuperci. liousness that is built upon that fole foundation. HEN genius grac'd with lineal fplendor glows, When title fhines with ambient virtues crown'd, Like fome fair almond's flow'ry pomp it fhews; The pride, the perfume of the regions round. Then learn, ye fair! to foften fplendor's ray; Endure the fwain, the youth of low degree; Let meeknefs join'd its temperate beam difplay; 'Tis the mild verdure that endears the tree. Pity the fandal'd fwain, the fhepherd's boy; He mourns his lot; he wifhes, merits fame. In vain to groves and pathless vales we fly'; Vainly, to guard from love's unequal chain, 's eyes illume the desart plain, Ev'n I may wonder, and ev'n I must love. Nor unregarded fighs the lowly hind; Tho' you contemn, the gods refpect his vow; Vindictive rage awaits the scornful mind, And vengeance, too fevere! the gods allow. On SARUM's plain I met a wand'ring fair; The look of forrow, lovely ftill the bore: Loofe flow'd the foft redundance of her hair, And, on her brow, a flow'ry wreath she wore. Oft stooping as she stray'd, she cull'd the pride And ftill her hand fome various garland wove. Erroneous fancy fhap'd her wild attire; From BETHLEM's walls the poor lymphatic ftray'd; Seem'd with her air her accent to confpire, When, as wild fancy taught her, thus fhe faid: "Hear me, dear youth! oh hear an hapless maid, Sprung from the scepter'd line of ancient kings! Scorn'd by the world, I afk thy tender aid; Thy gentle voice fhall whisper kinder things. The The world is frantic-fly the race profane→ My love is young-but other loves are young; No vulgar DAMON robs me of my reft, A prince, from gods defcended, fires her breast; What, fhall I ftain the glories of my race? See thro' these veins the saphire current shine! The painter ftrove to trace its azure ray ; He chang'd his colours, and in vain he strove; E 3 Pitying Pitying his toil, the wond'rous truth I told; How am'rous Jove trepann'd a mortal fair; How thro' the race the generous current roll'd, And mocks the poet's art, and painter's care. Yes, from the gods, from earlift Saturn, fprung My god-like boy, muft wed their duteous maid. Oft, when a mortal vow profanes my ear, My fire's dread fury murmurs thro' the sky; And thou'd I yield-his instant rage appears, He darts th' uplifted vengeance-and I die. Have you not heard unwonted thunders roll! Twas then a peafant pour'd his amorous vow, But oh! I faint! why waftes my vernal bloom, When |