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Their name, their years, spell'd by th' unletter'd Muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply;
And many a holy text around she strews,
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing, anxious being, e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind?
On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,
Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.1
Here, in his first MS., followed this stanza :—
"Him have we seen the greenwood side along,
While o'er the heath we hicd, our labour done;
With wisful eyes pursue the setting sun."
"Hard by yon wood, now, smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn, I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
"The next-with dirges due, in sad array,
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borneApproach, and read—for thou canst read—the lay,
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere ;
Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had,—a tear;
He gained from Heaven-'twas all he wish'd—a friend.
1 In the poem, as originally printed, the following beautiful scanza preceded the epitaph :
"There scattered oft, the earliest of the year,
By hands unseen are showers of violets found:
The redbreast loves to build and warble there,
It was afterwards omitted, because he thought it too long a parenthesis
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode(There they alike in trembling hope repose!)The bosom of his Father and his God!
HYMN TO ADVERSITY.
DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
When first thy Sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore:
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,
Light they disperse, and with them go.
The summer Friend, the flattering Foc;
To her they vow their truth, and are again helieved.
Wisdom in sable garb array'd
Immersed in rapturous thought profound,
And Melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend:
Warm Charity, the general friend,
And Pity dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear.
O, gently on thy suppliant's head
Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Not circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen)
With thundering voice, and threatening mien,
Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
To soften, not to wound my heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
LOCHABER NO MORE.
AREWELL to Lochaber! and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome with thee I hae mony day been! For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more!
Though hurricanes rise, and rise every wind,
Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse;