Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's fide, Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!" O ceafe, my fears!-all frantic as I go, And fearful oft, when day's declining light 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 asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my fleep: Or fome.fwoln ferpent twift his fcales 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 first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!" O hapless youth! for fhe thy love hath won, The tender Zara will be moft undone ! Big fwell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful maid, When fast she dropt her tears, as thus she said: "Farewel the youth, whom fighs could not detain, "Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! "Yet as thou go'ft, may every blaft arise "Weak and unfelt as these rejected fighs! "Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'ft. thou fee, Say with a kifs, fhe muft not, fhall not mourn; He faid, and call'd on heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way. ECLOGUE EC LOGUE III. ÁBRA; OR, THE GEORGIAN SULTANA, I N Georgia's land, where Tefflis' towers are seen, What time 'tis fweet o'er fields of rice to ftray, Of Abra first began the tender ftrain, Great Abbas chànc'd that fated morn to stray, 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 every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !”*^ The royal lover bore her from the plain; Yet midft 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 forests green, Her Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band! And oft the royal lover left the care And thorns of ftate, attendant on the fair; 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 simple shepherd girl can love as well. Let those who rule on Perfia's jewell'd throne, Be fam'd for love, and gentleft love alone; Or wreathe, 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 bleffings, hafte away!! "Be every youth, like royal Abbas mov'd, "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" ECLOGUE. L 5 |