Awoke at early dawn; she deem'd it wrong, Their revels through the night; next day to dread Such bright transporting hopes these presents yield, And call'd her sleepy nurse; whose heavy head "Why wish thus early, madam, to be drest?" "And fain would breathe the fragrant morning air." The nurse now wak'd her train; the damsels all Arise at once, obedient to her call: Their beauteous mistress they in haste array, Had taught at once their language to explain, We lose our pains; so briefly I shall tell, As Canace, engag'd in careless play, Now cull'd fresh flowers, and now pursu'd her way, From foreign hands procur'd to train for sport: The magic ring, and heard the hawk deplore Her mournful fate, and view'd her hapless plight, And drawing near the tree with fearful haste, And held her lap, with anxious care below, Thus Canace awhile expecting stood, And gaz'd upon the hawk besmear'd with blood. At length the beauteous maid the silence broke, And thus in pity's tenderest accents spoke. "If your sad tale may reach a stranger's ear, "Repose the burden of your sorrows here: "Ah! sure that breaking heart has known to prove "The death of friendship, or the loss of love; "For these alone deny the mind relief, "And call despair to end the scene of grief; "No other cause your bosom could inspire "Against yourself to wreak your cruel ire; "For the dear love of heav'n, your rage restrain, Accept my help, nor let me plead in vain. 66 'Mong birds, or beasts, I never view'd before "A sight so dreadful; madly wound no more "That mangled body;-from the tree descend, "And meet in me a kind and pow'rful friend. "As I'm the daughter of a king, I swear, "If you'll the story of your woes declare, "Those sorrows to assuage, by every aid, "And heal the wounds your frantic rage has made!" She ceas'd-the falcon made her no reply, But beat her sides, and gave a piercing cry, And fainting, fell to earth; all sense was fled, And the surrounding damsels thought her dead. But Canace the fainting bird sustain'd Within her arms, 'till hovering life regain'd It's wonted seat; at length, in accents weak, And language, such as hawks are us'd to speak, The falcon thus her mournful tale began. Compassion's gentle tide, in bird or man, "Alone can issue from a gen'rous heart, 66 My Canace!-to feel another's smart, "To sooth despair, to aid distress like mine, "Tho' all my hopes of peace on earth are o'er, Upon a lonely summit's craggy breast } My careful parents built their spacious nest; "And there (in hapless hour) with joy they view'd, "Burst from the pregnant shell their infant brood; "So tenderly they nurs'd, so fondly bred, "Our youthful days in every pleasure fled: "Ah! then unus'd amid the world to roam, "I deem'd each scene as happy as my home! "On the same rock a falcon chanc'd to dwell, "Who seem'd in every virtue to excel; "Beauteous and gentle, but too oft we find "A flatt'ring form conceals a sordid mind: "So he, beneath the mask of modest youth, "Of prompt good-nature, and unerring truth, "O'erveil'd the deepest guilt; the human heart "Was never vers'd in more consummate art. "Thus the fell serpent lurks in flow'rs conceal'd, "Till by his deadly bite too late reveal'd. "The hypocrite so well his passion feign'd, "And practis'd every rite by love ordain'd; "By such obedience, such devotion strove "To gain my approbation of his love; "None, but the sire of falshood could have known "To penetrate disguise, so like his own: "Thus o'er the tomb do sculptur'd marbles shine, "While all is dark, corrupt, and foul within. "When many a year his tender suit he'd feign'd, "And of disdain and cruelty complain'd, "Too simple to suspect the tear and sigh, "I thought in earnest that his death was nigh; "And sway'd by pity, listen'd to his tale, "And let at length his flattering vows prevail; "Yet first demanded, he'd preserve unstain'd "My fame, and honour, and while life remain'd "Swear that he'd never from his faith depart, "But render love for love, and heart for heart. "Alas! how slightly does a promise bind Through long revolving time the firmest mind. "When he perceiv'd his am'rous suit had gain'd "A fond return, no falcon ever feign'd "More fervent passion; vers'd in deep deceit, 66 Might well the wisest of our sex beguile : "So much did all his arts my bosom move, "I only study'd to return his love: |