IF rightly tuneful bards decide,
If it be fixd in Loves decrees,
That Beauty ought not to be
But by its native power to please,
Then tell me, youths and lovers, tell
What fair can Amoret excel?
Behold that bright unsullied smile,
And wisdom speaking in her mien:
Yetshe so artless all
So little studious to be seen
We naught but instant gladness know,
Nor think to whom the gift
But neither music, nor the powers
Of youth and mirth and frolic cheer,
Add half the sunshine
to the hours,
Or make lifes prospect half so clear,
As memory brings it to the eye
From scenes where
Amoret was by.
This, sure, is Beautys happiest part;
This gives the most unbounded sway;
This shall enchant
the subject heart
When rose and lily fade away;
And she be still, in spite of Time,
Sweet Amoret in all her
Tempt me no more, insidious Love;
Thy soothing sway
Long did my youthful
At length thy treason is discernd,
At length some dear-bought caution earnd:
hope my riper age to move.
I know, I see
Her merit. Needs it now be shown,
Alas! to me?
How often, to myself unknown,
graceful, gentle, virtuous maid
Have I admired! How often said
What joy to call a heart like hers ones
But, flattering god,
O squanderer of content and ease
In thy abode
Will cares rude lesson
learn to please?
O say, deceiver, hast thou won
Proud Fortune to attend thy throne,
Or placed thy friends
above her stern decrees?
TO-NIGHT retired, the queen of heaven
With young Endymion stays;
And now to Hesper it is
Awhile to rule the vacant sky,
Till she shall to her lamp supply
A stream of brighter rays.
Propitious send thy golden ray,
Thou purest light above!
Let no false flame seduce to stray
gulf or steep lie hid for harm;
But lead where musics healing charm
May soothe afflicted love.
To them, by many a grateful song
In happier seasons vowd,
These lawns, Olympias haunts,
Oft by yon silver stream we walkd,
Or fixd, while Philomela talkd,
Beneath yon copses stood.
Nor seldom, where the beechen boughs
That roofless tower invade,
We came, while her enchanting
The radiant moon above us held:
Till, by a clamorous owl compelld,
She fled the solemn shade.
But hark! I hear her liquid tone!
Now Hesper guide my feet!
Down the red marl with moss
Through yon wild thicket next the plain,
Whose hawthorns choke the winding lane
to her retreat.
See the green space: on either hand
Enlarged it spreads around:
See, in the midst she takes
Where one old oak his awful shade
Extends oer half the level mead,
Enclosed in woods profound.
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