O, let me all thy steps attend! I'll point new treasures to thy fight; • Whether the grove thy wish befriend, • Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright. • I'll shew my love the cleareft rill, • Whose streams among the pebbles fray; • These will we fip, and fip our fill, < Or on the flow'ry margin play. • When prompted by a mother's care, . Her warmth fhall form th' imprison'd young, The pleasing task I'll gladly share, • Or chear her labours with my fong. To bring her food I'll range the fields, . Whatever Nature's bounty yields, And when my lovely mate would stray And tend with care our little charge. Then prove with me the sweets of love, He He ceas'd his fong. The melting dame He led her to the nuptial bower, Next morn he wak'd her with a song ; Behold,' he faid, the new-born day! The lark his matin peal has rung, Arife, my love, and come away." Together thro' the fields they ftray'd, When, oh! with grief the Mufe relates Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, My dear, At him the gunner took his aim ; His aim, alas! was all too true: O! had he chose fome other game! Or fhot-as he was wont to do! Divided Divided pair! forgive the wrong, While I with tears your fate rehearse; YE Or moments pass with filent lapfe, No more the fun these eyes shall view, Alas! I touch the dreadful brink; And endless darkness wraps me round ! Yes, Death is ever at my hand, And conftant at my board is found. Earth, air, and fire, and water, join And where for fuccour can I fly? I fee this tyrant of the mind, Once call'd from duft by Pow'r divine; It's features change! 'tis pale! 'tis cold- Thy afpect, is to make it mine. And can I, then, with guilty pride, Or look on aught around with fcorn ? But then this fpark that warms, that guides, Great Caufe of all, above, below, Who knows thee, muft for ever know, Thy image on my foul imprefs'd, Of endless being is the teft, And bids eternity be mine! Tranfporting thought!—but am I fure Great God, how awful is the scene! To To earth, alas! too firmly bound, Vain joys, which envy'd greatnefs gains, Which afk Herculean ftrength to break! Yet, dumb with wonder, I behold Nor vows, nor toils, nor hopes, they guide, Each, blind to Fate's approaching hour, And flumb'ring dangers dare provoke: Go on, unbridled, defp'rate band, Scorn rocks, gulphs, winds, search sea and land, And spoil new worlds, wherever found: Seize, hafte to seize the glitt'ring prize, They go, fucceed; but look again, But |