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I learned at last submission to my lot,
Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more,
By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed : • All this, and more endearing still than all,
Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall,
Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours
I would not trust my heart—the dear delight
Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean cro
crossed) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle,
90 Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ;
95 So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, • Where tempests never beat nor billows roar;' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life, long since has anchored by thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distressedMe howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. 105 Yet oh the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions riseThe son of parents passed into the skies. And now, Farewell.—Time unrevoked has run His wonted course, yet what I wished is done. By Contemplation's help, not sought in vain, I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again;
115 To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine; And while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee,
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Time has but half succeeded in his theft-
THE JUDGMENT OF THE POETS.
Two Nymphs, both nearly of an age,
Of numerous charms possessed,
Whose temper was the best.
Had both alike been mild:
Frowned oftener than she smiled.
And in her humour, when she frowned,
Would raise her voice, and roar,
The garland that she wore.
From all such frenzy clear,
And never proved severe.
The Nymphs referred the cause,
And gave misplaced applause.
The flippant and the scold,
That failing left untold.
No judges, sure, were e'er so mad,
Or so resolved to err-
Then thus the god whom fondly they
Their great inspirer call,
To reprimand them all.
"Since thus ye have combined,' he said,
My favourite Nymph to slight,
"With June's undoubted right,
“The minx shall, for your folly's sake,
• Still prove herself a shrew,
SURVIVOR sole, and hardly such, of all
It seems idolatry with some excuse,
Thou wast a bauble once, a cup and ball
Thy yet close-folded latitude of boughs,
So Fancy dreams. Disprove it, if ye can, Ye reasoners broad awake, whose busy search
30 Of argument, employed tog oft amiss, Sifts half the pleasures of short life away!
Thou fellest mature; and, in the loamy clod, Swelling with vegetative force instinct, Didst burst thine egg, as theirs the fabled twins, 35 Now stars; two lobes, protruding, paired exact; A leaf succeeded, and another leaf, And, all the elements thy puny growth Fostering propitious, thou becamest a twig.
Who lived when thou wast such ? Oh, couldst thou speak, As in Dodona once thy kindred trees,
41 Oracular, I would not curious ask The future, best unknown, but, at thy mouth Inquisitive, the less ambiguous past. By thee I might correct, erroneous oft,
45 The clock of history, facts and events Timing more punctual, unrecorded facts Recovering, and misstated setting rightDesperate attempt, till trees shall speak again!
Time made thee what thou wast, king of the woods; 50 And Time hath made thee what thou art-a cave For owls to roost in. Once thy spreading boughs O’erhung the champaign; and the numerous flock That grazed it stood beneath that ample cope Uncrowded, yet safe sheltered from the storm.
55 No flock frequents thee now. Thou hast outlived Thy popularity, and art become (Unless verse rescue thee awhile) a thing