Abbildungen der Seite
PDF
EPUB

But anxious care and sad dejection now
Lurk in the furrows of his manly brow
While poverty appears with haggard mien
To blast the peace of life's concluding scene :
His humble worth, mark'd by the Muse alone,
That Muse who lives unseen, and sings unknown;
Shall to brave YORK's indulgent ear convey,
While truth and pity consecrate the lay.

[ocr errors]
[blocks in formation]

Hear, princely youth, th’ unletter'd rustic Muse, Nor the

poor widow's proffer'd gift refuse ; Tho' mean the gift, yet form’d with matchless art, That Muse its secret virtues shall impart :

When dark eclipse obscur’d the lab’ring moon, The fleece was shorn that form’d the wond'rous boon; Spun by a Sybil of the former age, By Nature wise, by long experience sage ;

Whose

eyes

first opend on the circling sun, When Namur was by thund'ring Nassau won. The bone that for a distaff sery'd the dame, Was Clessamor's, of old Fingalian fame; The sanguine stream that dyed the crimson part, Once warm'd a Highland Hero's generous heart : Gaunt death and giant danger stood aloof, While grim Volkyrice form'd the dusky woof; As o'er their looms in vision rapt they hung, Thus in prophetic strains the virgins sung :

Safe in every bloody field,
Whom with mystic art we shield,
While our zones enclasp each limb,
Danger vainly frowns on him.
Not the force of frantic Gaul
E'er can work our hero's fall,
While his free and towering mind
No ties but those of honour bind,
And mystic bands knit fast below,
Strike with terror every foe;
Throw the shuttle, strain the warp,
Fiery missive weapons sharp
Ne'er the favour'd Chief can wound,
Whose limbs our wondrous gifts have bound,
Thus sung the sisters, who with joy behold
You choose the path your fathers trod of old.
Go on, brave Youth, but shun the syren bowers
By Vice and Folly deck'd with tawdry flowers ;
The toilsome path with stedfast ardour climb,
Where Fame's imperial dome aspires sublime
There join the brave, the worthy, and the wise,
And the low sons of little men despise.
Fair Thetis' son, arın'd in celestial steel,
Had still, they say, a vulnerable heel :
Thus you, protected by the Sybil's art,
Perhaps have still a vulnerable heart,
Where Beauty's eyes a deadly glance may dart. .
Yet can those charmed bands your breast secure
From the slight arts that youthful minds allure,
The practis'd artifice, the purchas'd smile,
The glance ambiguous, and insidious wile.
Thrice happy they who gloriously expire,
Touch'd by the beam of pure celestial fire.
Such be thy fate,-be thou the envied prize
Of brightest virtues beam'd thro' brightest eyes !
Dash from thee Circe's cup, and nobly own
That truth and constancy deserve alone
The blessings of the Sybil's hallow'd zone.
Thus sings the mountain Muse to you alone,
Nor must her song to vulgar eyes be shewn ;

}

Nor will she deign to pour her mystic strain
In the gross aperture of ears profane.
Observe her caution and conceal her verse,
So shall her future lays your future deeds rehearse :
The mountain echoes pleas'd shall hear the sound,
Old heroes ghosts shall lean from clouds around,
To hail the blooming Chief, with early laurels

crown'd!

S3

« ZurückWeiter »