THE MINSTREL. THE HAPPY VILLAGER. Virtue dwells in Arden's vale; There her hallow'd temples rise; There her incense greets the skies, Grateful as the morning gale; There, with humble Peace, and her, Lives the happy Villager; There, the golden smiles of morn Brighter every field adorn; B For, with Peace and Virtue, there Distant still from Arden's vale For, with Peace and Virtue, there In his hospitable cell, Love, and Truth, and Freedom dwell; For, with Peace and Virtue, there AN ALLEGORY ON MAN. A thoughtful being, long and spare, In Jove's eternal sable head, But ere he gave the mighty nod, But not with what we read she wore, As yet with wreaths alone she drest, Nay, rather ask, the Monarch said, Thy part's an idle shape of clay. Halves, more than halves! cry'd honest Care A serpent girdled round he wore, |