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No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast,
Where peace and love are canker'd by the worm Of pride, each bud of joy industrious to deform.
The wight, whose tale these artless lines unfold,
Nor aught that might a strange event declare. You guess each circumstance of Edwin's birth; The parent's transport, and the parent's care; The gossip's prayer for wealth, and wit, and worth; And one long summer-day of indolence and mirth.
And yet poor Edwin was no vulgar boy; Deep thought oft seem'd to fix his infant eye. Dainties he heeded not, nor gaude, nor toy, Save one short pipe of rudest minstrelsy. Silent when glad; affectionate tho' shy; And now his look was most demurely sad, And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why. The neighbours star'd and sigh'd yet bless'd the lad; Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and some believ'd him mad.
But why should I his childish feats display? Concourse, and noise, and toil, be ever fled; Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of squabbling imps, but to the forest sped, Or roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head; Or, where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led, There would he wander wild, till Phœbus' beam, Shot from the western cliff, releas'd the weary team.
The exploit of strength, dexterity, or speed,
His heart, from cruel sport estrang'd, would bleed
By trap, or net; by arrow, or by sling;
And sure the sylvan reign unbloody joy might yield.
Lo! where the stripling, wrapt in wonder, roves
For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies? Ah! no he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.
And oft he trac'd the uplands to survey,
When o'er the sky advanc'd the kindling dawn, The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain grey, And lake, dim gleaming on the smoky lawn; Far to the west the long, long vale withdrawn, Where twilight loves to linger for a while; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn, And villager abroad at early toil.[smile. But, lo! the sun appears! and heaven, earth, ocean
And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime, Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast, And view the enormous waste of vapor, toss'd In billows, lengthening to the horizon round, Now scoop'd in gulfs,with mountains now emboss'd! And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound.
In truth he was a strange and wayward wight,
A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to control.
"O ye wild groves, O where is now your bloom!" (The Muse interprets thus his tender thought) "Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom, "Of late so grateful in the hour of drought! "Why do the birds, that song and rapture brought "To all your bowers, their mansions now forsake? "Ah! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought? "For now the storm howls mournful thro' the brake, "And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake.
"Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and cool, "And meads, with life, and mirth, and beauty crown'd!
"Ah! see the unsightly slime, and sluggish pool, "Have all the solitary vale imbrown'd;
"Fled each fair form, and mute each melting sound, "The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray: "And, hark! the river, bursting every mound, "Down the vale thunders; and with wasteful sway, "Uproots the grove,and rol's the shatter'd rocks away.
"Yet such the destiny of all on earth: "So flourishes and fades majestic Man. "Fair is the bud his vernal morn brings forth, "And fostering gales awhile the nursling fan. "O smile, ye heavens, serene! ye mildews wan, "Ye blighting whirlwinds, spare his balmy prime, "Nor lessen of his life the little span.
"Borne on the swift, tho' silent, wings of Time, "Old-age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
"And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, "Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn. "But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, "Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. "Shall spring to these sad scenes no more return? "Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed?
"Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn,
"And spring shall soon her vital influence shed ; "Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead..
"Shall I be left abandon'd in the dust,
"When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive? "Shall Nature's voice, to man alone unjust, "Bid him, tho' doom'd to perish, hope to live? "Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive "With disappointment, penury, and pain ?"No; Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive; "And man's majestic beauty bloom again, [reign." "Bright thro' the eternal year of Love's triumphant
This truth sublime his simple sire had taught, In sooth, 'twas almost all the shepherd knew, No subtle nor superfluous lore he sought, Nor ever wish'd his Edwin to pursue. [view, "Let man's own sphere," quoth he, "confine his "Be man's peculiar work his sole delight." And much, and oft, he warn'd him to eschew Falsehood and guile, and aye maintain the right, By pleasure unseduced, unawed by lawless might.
"And, from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Woe, "O never, never turn away thine ear, "Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below, "Ah! what were man,should Heaven refuse to hear! "To others do (the law is not severe)
"What to thyself thou wishest to be done. "Forgive thy foes; and love thy parents dear, "And friends and nativé land; nor those alone; "All human weal and woe learn thou to make thine own."
See in the rear of the warm sunny shower,
For now the storm of summer-rain is o'er, And cool, and fresh, and fragrant, is the sky! And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting sun; Fond fool, that deem'st the streaming glory nigh, How vain the chase thine ardor has begun! 'Tis fled afar, ere half thy purpos'd race be run.
Yet couldst thou learn, that thus it fares with age.
Indulge gay Hope, and Fancy's pleasing fire: Fancy and hope too soon shall of themselves expire.
When the long-sounding curfew from afar
Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering isles along.
Or, when the setting moon, in crimson dy'd, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man he hied, Where Fays of yore their revels wont to keep; And there let Fancy roam at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight. And first, a wildly-murmuring wind 'gan creep, Shrill to his ringing ear; then tapers bright, With instantaneous gleam, illum'd the vault of Night.