ECLOGUE I. SELIM; OR, THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL. SCENE, A valley near Bagdat.-TIME, The morning. "YE Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, And hear how shepherds pass their golden days. Not all are blest whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; "Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell." Thus Selim sung, by sacred Truth inspir'd; Nor praise, but such as Truth bestow'd, desir'd: Wise in himself, his meaning songs convey'd Informing morals to the shepherd maid; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find, What groves nor streams bestow, a virtuous mind. When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride, The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride; 5 10 When wanton gales along the valleys play, 15 Breathe on each flower, and bear their sweets away; By Tigris' wandering waves he sat, and sung "Ye Persian dames," he said, "to you belongWell may they please the morals of my song: 20 No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, Grac'd with soft arts, the peopled world around! For you those flowers her fragrant hands bestow; 25 And yours the love that kings delight to know. Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, The best kind blessings heaven can grant the fair Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray Boast but the worth Bassora's pearls display: Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright, But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light: Such are the maids, and such the charms they boast, By sense unaided, or to virtue lost. 30 Self-flattering sex! your hearts believe in vain 35 That love shall blind, when once he fires, the swain; Or hope a lover by your faults to win, As spots on ermine beautify the skin: Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care Each softer virtue that adorns the fair; 40 The lov'd perfections of a female mind! "Blest were the days when Wisdom held her reign, And shepherds sought her on the silent plain! The gulf of that name, famous for the pearl fishery. 44 With Truth she wedded in the secret grove, "Lost to our fields, for so the fates ordain, The dear deserters shall return again. 50 Come thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear, To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear: Here make thy court amidst our rural scene, And shepherd girls shall own thee for their queen : With thee be Chastity, of all afraid, Distrusting all,-a wise suspicious maid, 55 But man the most:-not more the mountain doe Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. 60 Cold is her breast, like flowers that drink the dew; A silken veil conceals her from the view. No wild desires amidst thy train be known; And Love the last: by these your hearts approve; 1 Thus sung the swain; and ancient legends say The maids of Bagdat verified the lay: Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along, The shepherds lov'd, and Selim bless'd his song. 70 ECLOGUE II. HASSAN; OR, THE CAMEL-DRIVER. SCENE, The desert.-TIME, Mid-day. IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, 15 The thirst, or pinching hunger, that I find! Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage, When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign; Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine? 20 |