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THE BRAES OF YARROW. THY braes were bonny, Yarrow stream! "When firft on them I met my lov'r; "Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow ftream! "When now thy waves his body cov'r! "For ever now, O Yarrow stream!
"Thou art to me a stream of forrow; "For never on thy banks fhall I, "Behold my love, the flow'r of Yarrow. "He promis'd me a milk-white steed, "To bear me to his father's bow'rs; "He promis'd me a little page,
"To 'fquire me to his father's tow'rs; "He promis'd me a wedding-ring,
"The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow;→ "Now he is wedded to his grave,
"Alas! his wat'ry grave in Yarrow! "Sweet were his words when laft we met; My paffion I as freely told him!
Clafp'd in his arms, I little thought
"That I fhould never more behold him! "Scarce was he gone, I saw his ghoft;
"It vanish'd with a fhriek of forrow; "Thrice did the water-wraith afcend,
"And gave a doleful groan through Yarrow. "His mother from the window look'd, "With all the longing of a mother; "His little fifter weeping walk'd
"The green-wood path to meet her brother: "They fought him eaft, they fought him weft, "They fought him all the foreft thorough; "They only faw the cloud of night, "They only heard the roar of Yarrow.
"No longer from thy window look,
"Thou haft no fon, thou tender mother! "No longer walk, thou lovely maid! "Alas, thou haft no more a brother!
"No longer feek him eaft or weft,
"And fearch no more the foreft thorough, "For, wand'ring in the night fo dark,
"He fell a lifelefs corfe in Yarrow.
"The tear fhall never leave my cheek,
"And then with thee I'll fleep in Yarrow."
And now with him the fleeps in Yarrow.
EVENING now from purple wings
LOVERS all but LOVE difdain.
THOU, the nymph with placid eye!
O come! in fimpleft veft array'd,
No more my varying paffions beat,
The modeft VIRTUES dwell.
SIMPILCITY, in attic veft,
And INNOCENCE, with candid breast,
And HOPE, who points to distant years,
There HEALTH, through whofe calm bofon glide
That rarely ebb or flow;
Her influence taught the Phrygian fage,
With fettled fmiles to meet:
Inur'd to toil, and bitter bread,
But thou, Oh, nymph! retir'd and coy;
The lowlieft children on the ground;
O! fay, what foft propitious hour
If fuch an hour was e'er thy choice,
FRIENDSHIP, peculiar boon of heav'n, The noble mind's delight and pride, To men and angels only giv'n,
To all the lower world deny'd.
While LOVE, unknown among the bleft,
Directress of the brave and juft,
O guide us through life's darkfome way! And let the tortures of miftruft,
On felfish bofoms only prey.
Nor fhall thine ardours ceafe to glow,
TWAS when the flow declining ray Had ting'd the cloud with ev'ning gold; No warbler pour'd the melting lay, No found difturb'd the fleeping fold; When by a murm'ring rill reclin'd, Sat wrapt in thought a wand'ring fwain; Calm PEACE Compos'd his mufing mind; And thus he rais'd the flowing strain : "Hail, INNOCENCE! celeftial maid! "What joys thy blushing charms reveal! "Sweet, as the arbour's cooling shade, "And milder than the vernal gale.
"On thee attends a radiant quire,
"Soft fmiling PEACE, and downy REST, "With LOVE, that prompts the warbling lyre, "And HOPE, that foothes the throbbing breaft. "O, fent from heav'n to haunt the grove, "Where fquint-ey'd ENVY ne'er can come! "Nor pines the cheek with luckless love, "Nor anguish chills the living bloom: "But fpotlefs BEAUTY, rob'd in white, "Sits on yon mofs-grown hill reclin'd, "Serene as heav'n's unfully'd light, *" And pure as DELIA's gentle mind: