Moores Fables for the Female Sex Part 2

"Ye pow'rs, who men and birds obey, Great rulers of your creatures, say, Why mourning comes, by bliss convey'd, And ev'n the sweets of love allay'd? Where grows enjoyment, tall and fair, Around it twines entangling care; While fear, for what our souls possess, Enervates ev'ry pow'r to bless; Yet FRIENDs.h.i.+P forms the bliss above, And LIFE, what art thou, without LOVE?"-- Our HERO, who had heard apart, Felt something moving in his heart; But quickly, with disdain, suppress'd The virtue rising in his breast; And, first, he feign'd to laugh aloud, And next, approaching, smil'd and bow'd.

'MADAM, you must not think me rude, Good manners never can intrude; I vow I came through pure good-nature; (Upon my soul a charming creature!) Are these the comforts of a wife? This careful, cloister'd, moping life? No doubt, that odious thing, call'd duty, Is a sweet province for a beauty. Thou pretty ignorance! thy will Is measur'd to thy want of skill; That good old-fas.h.i.+on'd dame, thy mother, Has taught thy infant years no other. The greatest ill in the creation Is, sure, the want of education!

'But think ye (tell me without feigning) Have all these charms no farther meaning? Dame NATURE, if you don't forget her, Might teach your ladys.h.i.+p much better. For shame, reject this mean employment, Enter the world, and taste enjoyment; Where time, by circling bliss we measure, Beauty was form'd alone for pleasure; Come, prove the blessing, follow me; Be wise, be happy, and be free.'

"Kind sir," reply'd our MATRON chaste, "Your zeal seems pretty much in haste; I own the fondness to be blest, Is a deep thirst in every breast; Of blessings too I have my store, Yet quarrel not, should heav'n give more; Then prove the change to be expedient, And think me, sir, your most obedient." Here turning, as to one inferior, Our gallant spoke, and smil'd superior: 'Methinks, to quit your boasted station Requires a world of hesitation; Where brats and bonds are held a blessing, The case, I doubt, is past redressing: Why, child, suppose the joys I mention Were the mere fruits of my invention, You've cause sufficient for your carriage, In flying from the curse of marriage; That sly decoy, with vary'd snares, That takes your widgeons in by pairs; Alike to husband, and to wife, The cure of love, and bane of life; The only method of forecasting To make misfortune firm and lasting; The sin, by heav'n's peculiar sentence, Unpardon'd, through a life's repentance. It is the double snake, that weds A common tail to diff'rent heads; That leads the carcase still astray, By dragging each a diff'rent way. Of all the ills that may attend me, From marriage, mighty G.o.dS, defend me!

'Give me frank NATURE'S wild demesne, And boundless tract of air serene, Where FANCY, ever wing'd for change, Delights to sport, delights to range! There, LIBERTY! to thee is owing Whate'er of bliss is worth bestowing; Delights, still vary'd, and divine, Sweet G.o.ddess of the hills! are thine.

'What say you now, you pretty pink, you? Have I, for once, spoke reason, think you? You take me now for no romancer-- Come, never study for an answer; Away, cast ev'ry care behind ye, And fly where joy alone shall find ye.'

"Soft yet," return'd our female fencer, "A question more, or so--and then, sir. You've rallied me with sense exceeding, With much fine wit, and better breeding; But pray, sir, how do you contrive it? Do those of your world never wive it?" 'No, no,' "How then?" 'Why dare I tell What does the business full as well.' "Do you ne'er love?" 'An hour at leisure.' "Have you no friends.h.i.+p?" 'Yes, for pleasure.' "No care for little ones?" 'We get 'em; The rest the mothers mind, and let 'em.'

"Thou wretch!" rejoin'd the kindling DOVE, "Quite lost to life, as lost to love! Whene'er misfortunes come, how just! And come, misfortune surely must; In the dread season of dismay, In that your hour of trial, say, Who then shall prop your sinking heart? Who bear AFFLICTION'S weightier part?

"Say, when the black-brow'd welkin bends, And WINTER'S gloomy form impends, To mourning turns all transient cheer, And blasts the melancholy year; For times at no persuasion stay, Nor vice can find perpetual MAY; Then where's that tongue, by FOLLY fed, That soul of pertness, whither fled? All shrunk within thy lonely nest, Forlorn, abandon'd, and unbless'd; No friends, by cordial bonds ally'd, Shall seek thy cold unsocial side; No chirping prattlers to delight, Shall turn the long-enduring night; No bride her words of balm impart, And warm thee at her constant heart.

"FREEDOM, restrain'd by REASON'S force, Is as the sun's unvarying course, Benignly active, sweetly bright, Affording warmth, affording light; But torn from VIRTUE'S sacred rules, Becomes a comet, gaz'd by fools, Foreboding cares, and storms, and strife, And fraught with all the plagues of life.

"Thou fool! by union every creature Subsists, through universal nature; And this, to beings void of mind, Is wedlock of a meaner kind.

"While womb'd in s.p.a.ce, primeval clay A yet unfas.h.i.+on'd embryo lay; The source of endless good above Shot down his spark of kindling love; Touch'd by the all-enliv'ning flame, Then motion first exulting came, Each atom sought its sep'rate cla.s.s, Through many a fair enamour'd ma.s.s; Love cast the central charm around, And with eternal nuptials bound. Then FORM and ORDER, o'er the sky First train'd their bridal pomp on high; The SUN display'd his...o...b..to sight, And burn'd with HYMENEAL light.

"Hence NATURE'S virgin womb conceiv'd, And with the genial burthen heav'd; Forth came the oak, her first born heir, And scal'd the breathing steep of air; Then infant stems, of various use, Imbib'd her soft maternal juice. The flow'rs, in early bloom disclos'd, Upon her fragrant breast repos'd; Within her warm embraces grew A race, of endless form and hue; Then pour'd her lesser offspring round, And fondly cloth'd their parent ground.

"Nor here alone the virtue reign'd, By matter's c.u.mb'rous form detain'd, But thence, subliming, and refin'd, Aspir'd, and reach'd its kindred mind. Caught in the fond celestial fire, The mind perceiv'd unknown desire; And now with kind effusion flow'd, And now with cordial ardours glow'd, Beheld the sympathetic fair, And lov'd its own resemblance there; On all, with circling radiance, shone, But, cent'ring, fix'd on one alone; There clasp'd the heav'n-appointed wife, And doubled every joy of life.

"Here, ever blessing, ever blest, Resides this beauty of the breast; As from his palace here the G.o.d Still beams effulgent bliss abroad; Here gems his own eternal round The ring by which the world is bound; Here bids his seat of empire grow, And builds his little heav'n below.

"The bridal partners thus ally'd, And thus in sweet accordance tied, One body, heart, and spirit live, Enrich'd by ev'ry joy they give; Like ECHO, from her vocal hold, Return'd in music twenty-fold. Their union firm, and undecay'd, Nor TIME can shake, nor POW'R invade; But, as the stem and scion stand Ingrafted by a skilful hand, They check the TEMPEST'S wintry rage, And bloom and strengthen into age. A thousand amities unknown, And pow'rs, perceiv'd by LOVE alone; Endearing looks, and chaste desire, Fan and support the mutual fire, Whose flame, perpetual as refin'd, Is fed by an immortal MIND.

"Nor yet the nuptial sanction ends, Like NILE, it opens and descends, Which, by apparent windings led, We trace to its celestial head. The sire, first springing from above, Becomes the source of life and love, And gives his filial heir to flow, In fondness down on sons below; Thus roll'd in one continu'd tide, To TIME'S extremest verge they glide; While kindred streams, on either hand, Branch forth in blessings o'er the land. Thee, wretch! no lisping babe shall name, No late-returning brother claim; No kinsman on thy road rejoice, No sister greet thy ent'ring voice; With partial eyes no parent see, And bless their years restor'd in thee.

"In age rejected, or declin'd, An ALIEN ev'n among thy kind, The partner of thy scorn'd embrace Shall play the wanton in thy face; Each spark unplume thy little pride, All friends.h.i.+p fly thy faithless side; Thy name shall, like thy carcase, rot, In sickness spurn'd, in death forgot.

"All-giving POW'R! great source of life! O hear the parent! hear the wife! That life thou lendest from above, Though little, make it large in love; O bid my feeling heart expand To ev'ry claim, on ev'ry hand; To those, from whom my days I drew, To these in whom those days renew; To all my kin, however wide, In cordial warmth, as blood ally'd, To friends with steely fetters twin'd, And to the cruel, not unkind! But chief, the lord of my desire, My life, myself, my soul, my sire; Friends, children, all that wish can claim, Chaste pa.s.sion clasp, and rapture name! O spare him, spare him, GRACIOUS POW'R! O give him to my latest hour! Let me my length of life employ, To give my sole enjoyment joy; His love, let mutual love excite, Turn all my cares to his delight, And ev'ry needless blessing spare, Wherein my darling wants a share. When he with graceful action woos, And sweetly bills and fondly coos, Ah! deck me to his eyes alone, With charms attractive as his own, And in my circling wings caress'd, Give all the lover to my breast. Then in our chaste, connubial bed, My bosom pillow'd for his head, His eyes with blissful slumbers close, And watch, with me, my lord's repose; Your peace around his temples twine, And love him with a love like mine.

"And, for I know his gen'rous flame, Beyond whate'er my s.e.x can claim, Me, too, to your protection take, And spare me for my husband's sake; Let one unruffled calm delight The loving and belov'd unite; One pure desire our bosoms warm, One will direct, one wish inform; Through life one mutual aid sustain, In death one peaceful grave contain."

While, swelling with the darling theme, Her accents pour'd an endless stream, The well-known wings a sound impart, That reach'd her ear, and touch'd her heart; Quick dropp'd the music of her tongue, And forth, with eager joy, she sprung; As swift her ent'ring consort flew, And plum'd and kindled at the view; Their wings, their souls, embracing meet, Their hearts with answ'ring measure beat; Half lost in sacred sweets, and bless'd With raptures felt, but ne'er express'd.

Straight to her humble roof she led The partner of her spotless bed; Her young, a flutt'ring pair, arise, Their welcome sparkling in their eyes, Transported, to their sire they bound, And hang with speechless action round. In pleasure wrapt, the parents stand, And see their little wings expand; The sire, his life-sustaining prize To each expecting bill applies; There fondly pours the wheaten spoil, With transport giv'n, though won with toil; While all collected at the sight, And silent, through supreme delight, The FAIR high heav'n of bliss beguiles, And on her lord and infants smiles.

The SPARROW, whose attention hung Upon the DOVE'S enchanting tongue, Of all his little slights disarm'd, And from himself by VIRTUE charm'd, When now he saw, what only seem'd, A fact, so late a fable deem'd; His soul to envy he resign'd, His hours of folly to the wind; In secret wish'd a TURTLE too, And, sighing to himself, withdrew.

FABLE XV.

THE FEMALE SEDUCERS.

'Tis said of WIDOW, MAID, and WIFE, That honour is a WOMAN'S life; Unhappy s.e.x! who only claim A being in the breath of fame, Which, tainted, not the quick'ning gales That sweep SABaeA'S spicy vales, Nor all the healing sweets restore, That breathe along ARABIA'S sh.o.r.e.

The trav'ller, if he chance to stray, May turn uncensur'd to his way; Polluted streams again are pure, And deepest wounds admit a cure; But WOMAN! no redemption knows, The wounds of honour never close.

Tho' distant ev'ry hand to guide, Nor skill'd on life's tempestuous tide, If once her feeble bark recede, Or deviate from the course decreed, In vain she seeks the friendly sh.o.r.e, Her swifter folly flies before; The circling ports against her close, And shut the wand'rer from repose, Till by conflicting waves opprest, Her found'ring pinnace sinks to rest.

Are there no off'rings to atone For but a single error?--None! Tho' WOMAN is avow'd of old No daughter of celestial mould; Her temp'ring not without allay, And form'd but of the finer clay; We challenge from the mortal dame, The strength angelic natures claim; Nay more--for sacred stories tell That ev'n immortal angels fell.

Whatever fills the teeming sphere Of humid earth, and ambient air, With varying elements endu'd, Was form'd to fall, and rise renew'd.

The stars no fix'd duration know; Wide oceans ebb, again to flow; The moon repletes her waning face, All-beauteous, from her late disgrace; And suns, that mourn approaching night, Refulgent rise, with new-born light.

In vain may death and time subdue, While nature mints her race anew, And holds some vital spark apart, Like virtue, hid in ev'ry heart; 'Tis hence, reviving warmth is seen, To clothe a naked world in green; No longer bared by winter's cold, Again the gates of life unfold; Again each insect tries his wing, And lifts fresh pinions on the spring; Again from ev'ry latent root The bladed stem and tendril shoot, Exhaling incense to the skies, Again to perish, and to rise.

And must weak WOMAN then disown The change to which a world is p.r.o.ne? In one meridian brightness s.h.i.+ne, And ne'er like ev'ning suns decline? Resolv'd and firm alone?--Is this What we demand of WOMAN?--Yes!

But should the spark of vestal fire, In some unguarded hour expire; Or should the nightly thief invade HESPERIA'S chaste and sacred shade, Of all the blooming spoils possess'd, The dragon, honour, charm'd to rest, Shall VIRTUE'S flame no more return? No more with virgin splendour burn? No more the ravag'd garden blow With spring's succeeding blossom?--No! Pity may mourn, but not restore, And WOMAN falls--to rise no more.

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Within this sublunary sphere, A country lies--no matter where; The clime may readily be found, By all who tread poetic ground; A stream, call'd LIFE, across it glides, And equally the land divides; And here, of VICE the province lies, And there, the hills of VIRTUE rise.

Upon a mountain's airy stand, Whose summit look'd to either land, An ancient pair their dwelling chose, As well for prospect as repose; For mutual faith they long were fam'd, And TEMP'RANCE, and RELIGION, nam'd.

A num'rous progeny divine Confess'd the honours of their line; But in a little daughter fair Was center'd more than half their care; For heav'n, to gratulate her birth, Gave signs of future joy to earth. White was the robe this infant wore, And CHASt.i.tY the name she bore.

As now the maid in stature grew, (A flow'r just op'ning to the view) Oft thro' her native lawns she stray'd, And wrestling with the lambkins play'd; Her looks diffusive sweets bequeath'd, The breeze grew purer as she breath'd, The morn her radiant blush a.s.sum'd, The spring with earlier fragrance bloom'd, And NATURE yearly took delight, Like her, to dress the world in white.

But when her rising form was seen To reach the crisis of fifteen; Her parents up the mountain's head, With anxious step, their darling led; By turns they s.n.a.t.c.h'd her to their breast, And thus the fears of age express'd: "O joyful cause of many a care! O daughter, too divinely fair! Yon world, on this important day, Demands thee to a dang'rous way; A painful journey all must go, Whose doubtful period none can know; Whose due direction who can find, Where REASON'S mute, and SENSE is blind! Ah! what unequal leaders these, Thro' such a wide perplexing maze! Then mark the warnings of the wise, And learn what love and years advise.

"Far to the right thy prospect bend, Where yonder tow'ring hills ascend; Lo! there the arduous path's in view, Which VIRTUE, and her sons, pursue; With toil, o'er less'ning earth they rise, And gain, and gain upon the skies.-- Narrow's the way her children tread, No walk for pleasure smoothly spread; But rough, and difficult, and steep, Painful to climb, and hard to keep.

"Fruits immature those lands dispense, A food indelicate to sense, Of taste unpleasant, yet from those Pure HEALTH, with cheerful VIGOUR flows; And strength unfeeling of decay, Throughout the long laborious way.

"Hence, as they scale that heav'nly road, Each limb is lighten'd of its load: From earth refining still they go, And leave the mortal weight below; Then spreads the strait, the doubtful clears, And smooth the rugged path appears; For custom turns fatigue to ease, And, taught by VIRTUE, PAIN can please.

"At length, the toilsome journey o'er, And near the bright celestial sh.o.r.e, A gulf, black, fearful, and profound, Appears, of either world the bound. Thro' darkness, leading up to light, Sense backward shrinks, and shuns the sight; For there the transitory train, Of time, and form, and care, and pain, And matter's gross inc.u.mb'ring ma.s.s, Man's late a.s.sociates, cannot pa.s.s, But sinking, quit th' immortal charge, And leave the wond'ring soul at large; Lightly she wings her obvious way, And mingles with eternal day.

"Thither, O thither, wing thy speed, Tho' PLEASURE charm, or PAIN impede; To such th' all-bounteous pow'r has giv'n, For present earth, a future heav'n; For trivial loss, unmeasur'd gain, And endless bliss, for transient pain. Then fear, ah! fear, to turn thy sight, Where yonder flow'ry fields invite; Wide on the left the path-way bends, And with pernicious ease descends; There, sweet to sense, and fair to show, New-planted EDEN seems to blow; Trees that delicious poison bear, For DEATH is vegetable there.

"Hence is the frame of health unbrac'd, Each sinew slack'ning at the taste; The soul to pa.s.sion yields her throne, And sees with organs not her own; While, like the slumb'rer in the night, Pleas'd with the shadowy dream of light, Before her alienated eyes The scenes of fairy-land arise; The puppet-world's amusing show, Dipt in the gaily colour'd bow; Sceptres, and wreaths, and glitt'ring things, The toys of infants and of kings, That tempt along the baneful plain, The idly wise, and lightly vain; Till verging on the gully sh.o.r.e, Sudden they sink, to rise no more.

"But list to what thy FATES declare, Tho' thou art WOMAN, frail as fair, If once thy sliding foot should stray, Once quit yon heav'n-appointed way, For thee, lost maid, for thee alone, Nor pray'rs shall plead, nor tears atone; Reproach, scorn, infamy, and hate, On thy returning steps shall wait.-- Thy form be loath'd by ev'ry eye, And ev'ry foot thy presence fly."

Thus arm'd with words of potent sound, Like guardian-angels plac'd around; A charm, by truth divinely cast, Forward our young advent'rer pa.s.s'd. Forth from her sacred eye-lids sent, Like morn, fore-running, radiance went, While HONOUR, hand-maid, late a.s.sign'd, Upheld her lucid train behind.

Awe-struck, the much-admiring crowd Before the virgin-vision bow'd; Gaz'd with an ever-new delight, And caught fresh virtues at the sight; For not of earth's unequal frame They deem'd the heav'n-compounded dame, If matter, sure the most refin'd, High-wrought, and temper'd into mind, Some darling daughter of the day, And body'd by her native ray.

Where'er she pa.s.ses, thousands bend, And thousands, where she moves, attend; Her ways observant eyes confess, Her steps pursuing praises bless; While to the elevated maid Oblations, as to HEAV'N, are paid.

'Twas on an ever-blithsome day, The jovial birth of rosy MAY, When genial warmth, no more suppress'd, New melts the frost in every breast; The cheek with secret flus.h.i.+ng dies, And looks kind things from chastest eyes; The SUN with healthier visage glows, Aside his clouded kerchief throws, And dances up th' ethereal plain, Where late he us'd to climb with pain; While NATURE, as from bonds set free, Springs out, and gives a loose to glee.

And now for momentary rest, The nymph her travell'd step repress'd, Just turn'd to view the stage attain'd, And glory'd in the height she gain'd.

Out-stretch'd before her wide survey, The realms of sweet PERDITION lay, And pity touch'd her soul with woe, To see a world so lost below; When straight the breeze began to breathe Airs, gently wafted from beneath, That bore commission'd witchcraft thence, And reach'd her sympathy of sense; No sounds of discord, that disclose A people sunk, and lost in woes; But as of present good possess'd, The very triumph of the bless'd; The maid in wrapt attention hung, While thus approaching SIRENS sung.

'Hither, fairest, hither haste, Brightest beauty, come and taste What the pow'rs of bliss unfold; Joys too mighty to be told; Taste what ecstasies they give, Dying raptures taste, and live.

'In thy lap, disdaining measure, NATURE empties all her treasure; Soft desires, that sweetly languish, Fierce delights, that rise to anguish: Fairest, dost thou yet delay? Brightest beauty, come away!

'List not, when the froward chide, Sons of pedantry and pride; Snarlers, to whose feeble sense APRIL sun-s.h.i.+ne is offence; Age and envy will advise, Ev'n against the joys they prize. Come, in PLEASURE'S balmy bowl Slake the thirstings of thy soul, 'Till thy raptur'd pow'rs are fainting With enjoyment, past the painting: Fairest, dost thou yet delay? Brightest beauty, come away!'

So sung the SIRENS, as of yore, Upon the false AUSONIAN sh.o.r.e; And, O! for that preventing chain, That bound ULYSSES on the main, That so our FAIR ONE might withstand The covert ruin now at hand.

The song her charm'd attention drew, When now the tempters stood in view; CURIOSITY with prying eyes, And hand of busy, bold emprize; Like HERMES, feather'd were her feet, And like fore-running fancy fleet; By search untaught, by toil untir'd, To novelty she still aspir'd, Tasteless of ev'ry good possess'd, And but in expectation bless'd.

With her, a.s.sociate, PLEASURE came, Gay PLEASURE, frolic-loving dame! Her mien, all swimming in delight, Her beauties, half reveal'd to sight; Loose flow'd her garments from the ground And caught the kissing winds around. As erst MEDUSA'S looks were known To turn beholders into stone, A dire reversion here they felt, And in the eye of pleasure melt. Her glance of sweet persuasion charm'd, Unnerv'd the strong, the steel'd disarm'd; No safety, ev'n the flying find, Who, vent'rous, looks not once behind.

Thus was the much-admiring maid, While distant, more than half betray'd. With smiles, and adulation bland, They join'd her side, and seiz'd her hand; Their touch envenom'd sweets instill'd, Her frame with new pulsations thrill'd, While half consenting, half denying, Reluctant now, and now complying, Amidst a war of hopes and fears, Of trembling wishes, smiling tears, Still down, and down, the winning pair Compell'd the struggling, yielding fair.

As when some stately vessel, bound To blest ARABIA'S distant ground, Borne from her courses, haply lights Where BARCA'S flow'ry clime invites; Conceal'd around whose treach'rous land, Lurks the dire rock, and dang'rous sand; The pilot warns, with sail and oar, To shun the much-suspected sh.o.r.e In vain: the tide too subtly strong, Still bears the wrestling bark along, Till found'ring, she resigns to fate, And sinks, o'erwhelmn'd, with all her freight.

So baffling ev'ry bar to sin, And heav'n's own pilot plac'd within, Along the devious smooth descent, With pow'rs increasing as they went, The DAMES, accustom'd to subdue, As with a rapid current drew; And o'er the fatal bounds convey'd The lost, the long-reluctant maid.

Here stop, ye fair ones, and beware, Nor send your fond affections there; Yet, yet your darling, now deplor'd, May turn, to you and HEAV'N restor'd; Till then, with weeping HONOUR, wait The servant of her better fate, With HONOUR left upon the sh.o.r.e, Her friend and handmaid now no more; Nor, with the guilty world, upbraid The fortunes of a wretch betray'd; But o'er her failing cast a veil, Rememb'ring you, yourselves, are frail. And now, from all-enquiring light, Fast fled the conscious shades of night; The damsel, from a short repose, Confounded at her plight, arose.

As when with slumb'rous weight opprest, Some wealthy miser sinks to rest, Where felons eye the glitt'ring prey, And steal his h.o.a.rd of joys away: He, borne where golden INDUS streams, Of pearl and quarry'd di'mond dreams, Like MIDAS, turns the glebe to ore, And stands all wrapt amidst his store; But wakens, naked, and despoil'd Of that for which his years had toil'd.

So far'd the NYMPH, her treasure flown, And turn'd, like NIOBE, to stone; Within, without, obscure and void, She felt all ravag'd, all destroy'd. And, O! thou curs'd insidious coast, Are these the blessings thou canst boast? These, VIRTUE! these the joys they find, Who leave thy heav'n-topt hills behind! Shade me, ye pines, ye caverns hide, Ye mountains cover me! she cry'd.

Her trumpet SLANDER rais'd on high, And told the tidings to the sky; CONTEMPT discharg'd a living dart, A side-long viper to her heart; REPROACH breath'd poisons o'er her face, And soil'd, and blasted ev'ry grace; Officious SHAME, her handmaid new, Still turn'd the mirror to her view; While those in crimes the deepest dy'd, Approach'd to whiten at her side; And ev'ry lewd insulting dame Upon her folly rose to fame.

What should she do; attempt once more To gain the late-deserted sh.o.r.e? So trusting, back the mourner flew, As fast the train of fiends pursue.

Again the farther sh.o.r.e's attain'd, Again the land of VIRTUE gain'd; But ECHO gathers in the wind, And shows her instant foes behind. Amaz'd! with headlong speed she tends, Where late she left an host of friends; Alas! those shrinking friends decline, Nor longer own that form divine; With fear they mark the following cry, And from the lonely trembler fly; Or backward drive her on the coast Where PEACE was wreck'd, and HONOUR lost.

From earth thus hoping aid in vain; To HEAV'N, not daring to complain; No truce, by hostile CLAMOUR giv'n, And from the face of FRIENDs.h.i.+P driv'n; The NYMPH sunk prostrate on the ground, With all her weight of woes around.

Enthron'd within a circling sky, Upon a mount, o'er mountains high, All radiant sat, as in a shrine, VIRTUE, first effluence divine; Far, far above the scenes of woe, That shut this cloud-wrapt world below: Superior G.o.ddess! essence bright! Beauty of uncreated light, Whom should mortality survey, As doom'd upon a certain day; The breath of frailty must expire, The world dissolve in living fire; The gems of heav'n and solar flame, Be quench'd by her eternal beam, And nature, quick'ning in her eye, To raise a new-born phoenix, die.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Vanity Thus far extends my friendly pow'r, Nor quits her in her latest hour; Page 108.

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Hence, unreveal'd to mortal view, A veil around her form she threw, Which three sad sisters of the shade, PAIN, CARE, and MELANCHOLY, made.

Thro' this her all-inquiring eye, Attentive from her station high, Beheld, abandon'd to despair, The ruins of her fav'rite fair; And with a voice, whose awful sound Appall'd the guilty world around, Bid the tumultuous winds be still; To numbers bow'd each list'ning hill; Uncurl'd the surging of the main, And smooth'd the th.o.r.n.y bed of pain; The golden harp of heav'n she strung, And thus the tuneful G.o.ddess sung: "Lovely PENITENT, arise, Come, and claim thy kindred skies; Come, thy sister angels say, Thou hast wept thy stains away.

"Let experience now decide, 'Twixt the good and evil, try'd, In the smooth enchanted ground, Say, unfold the treasures found.

"Structures, rais'd by morning dreams, Sands that trip the flitting streams, Down that anchors on the air, Clouds that paint their changes there.

"Seas that smoothly dimpling lie, While the storm impends on high, Showing in an obvious gla.s.s, Joys that in possession pa.s.s.

"Transient, fickle, light, and gay, Flatt'ring, only to betray; What, alas! can life contain? Life, like all its circles, vain.

"Will the STORK, intending rest, On the billow build her nest? Will the BEE demand his store From the bleak and bladeless sh.o.r.e!

"MAN alone, intent to stray, Ever turns from WISDOM'S way; Lays up wealth in foreign land, Sows the sea, and plows the sand.

"Soon this elemental ma.s.s, Soon th' enc.u.mb'ring world shall pa.s.s; Form be wrapt in wasting fire, TIME be spent, and LIFE expire.

"Then, ye boasted works of men! Where is your asylum then? Sons of PLEASURE, sons of CARE, Tell me, mortals, tell me where?

"Gone, like traces on the deep, Like a sceptre grasp'd in sleep; Dews exhal'd from morning glades, Melting snows, and gliding shades.

"Pa.s.s the world, and what's behind? Virtue's gold, by fire refin'd; From an universe deprav'd, From the wreck of nature sav'd.

"Like the life-supporting grain, Fruit of patience and of pain, On the swain's autumnal day, Winnow'd from the chaff away.

"Little TREMBLER, fear no more, Thou hast plenteous crops in store; Seeds, by genial sorrows sown, More than all thy scorners own.

"What, tho' hostile earth despise, Heaven beholds with gentler eyes; Heav'n thy friendless steps shall guide, Cheer thy hours, and guard thy side.

"When the fatal trump shall sound, When th' immortals pour around, Heav'n shall thy return attest, Hail'd by myriads of the bless'd.

"Little native of the skies, Lovely PENITENT, arise, Calm thy bosom, clear thy brow, VIRTUE is thy sister now.

"More delightful are my woes Than the rapture PLEASURE knows; Richer far the weeds I bring Than the robes that grace a king.

"On my wars of shortest date, Crowns of endless triumph wait; On my cares a period bless'd, On my toils, eternal rest.

"Come, with VIRTUE at thy side, Come, be ev'ry bar defy'd, Till we gain our native sh.o.r.e; Sister, come, and turn no more."

FABLE XVI.