1 SHOOK from the purple wings of Even
2 When dews impearl the grove,
3 And from the darkening verge of Heaven
4 Beams the sweet star of Love;
5 Laid on a daisy-sprinkled green,
6 Beside a plaintive stream,
7 A meek-ey'd Youth of serious mien
8 Indulg'd this solemn theme.
9 Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur pil'd
10 High o'er the glimmering dale!
11 Ye groves, along whose windings wild
12 Soft sighs the saddening gale!
13 Where oft lone Melancholy strays,
14 By wilder'd Fancy sway'd,
15 What time the wan moon's yellow rays
16 Gleam thro' the chequer'd shade!
17 To you, ye wastes, whose artless charms
18 Ne'er drew Ambition's eye,
19 'Scap'd a tumultuous world's alarms,
20 To your retreats I fly:[Page 75]
21 Deep in your most sequester'd bower
22 Let me my woes resign,
23 Where Solitude, mild modest power,
24 Leans on her ivy'd shrine.
25 How shall I woo thee, matchless Fair!
26 Thy heavenly smile how win!
27 Thy smile, that smooths the brow of Care,
28 And stills each storm within!
29 O wilt thou to thy favourite grove
30 Thine ardent votary bring,
31 And bless his hours, and bid them move
32 Serene on silent wing.
33 Oft let Remembrance soothe his mind
34 With dreams of former days,
35 When soft on Leisure's lap reclin'd
36 He caroll'd sprightly lays.
37 Blest days! when Fancy smil'd at Care,
38 When Pleasure toy'd with Truth,
39 Nor Envy with malignant glare
40 Had harm'd his simple Youth.
41 'Twas then, O Solitude! to thee
42 His early vows were paid,
43 From heart sincere, and warm, and free,
44 Devoted to the shade.[Page 76]
45 Ah! why did Fate his steps decoy
46 In thorny paths to roam,
47 Remote from all congenial joy! —
48 O take thy wanderer home!
49 Henceforth thy awful haunts be mine!
50 The long-abandon'd hill;
51 The hollow cliff, whose waving pine
52 O'erhangs the darksome rill;
53 Whence the scar'd owl, on pinions grey,
54 Breaks from the rustling boughs,
55 And down the lone vale sails away
56 To shades of deep repose.
57 O while to thee the woodland pours
58 Its wildly warbling song,
59 And fragrant from the waste of flowers
60 The zephyr breathes along;
61 Let no rude sound invade from far,
62 No vagrant foot be nigh,
63 No ray from Grandeur's gilded car
64 Flash on the startled eye.
65 Yet if some pilgrim, 'mid the glade,
66 Thy hallow'd bowers explore,
67 O guard from harm his hoary head,
68 And listen to his lore![Page 77]
69 For he of joys divine shall tell,
70 That wean from earthly woe,
71 And triumph o'er the mighty spell
72 That chains this heart below.
73 For me no more the path invites
74 Ambition loves to tread;
75 No more I climb those toilsome heights,
76 By guileful Hope misled:
77 Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more
78 To Mirth's enlivening strain;
79 For present pleasure soon is o'er,
80 And all the past is vain.
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Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. IV. [The second edition]. London: printed for G. Pearch, 1770, pp. 74-77. 4v. ; 8⁰. (ESTC T116245; DMI 1137; OTA K093079.004) (Page images digitized from a copy in the Bodleian Library [(OC) 280 o.791].)
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