The rural day, and talk'd the flowing hour,
Or figh'd, and look'd unutterable things.

So pafs'd their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled: till, in evil hour,
The tempeft caught them on the tender walk,
Heedlefs how far, and where its mazes ftray'd,
While, with each other bleft, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden fmile around.
Heavy with inftant fate her bofom heav'd
Unwonted fighs; and stealing oft a look
Tow'rds the big gloom, on CELADON her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek.
In vain affuring love, and confidence

In HEAVEN, reprefs'd her fear; it grew, and fhcok
Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd
Th' unequal conflict, and as angels look
On dying faints, his eyes compaffion fhed,
With love illumin'd high. "Fear not," he said,
"Sweet innocence! thou ftranger to offence,
"And inward ftorm! He, who yon skies involves
"In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee
"With kind regard. O'er thee the fecret shaft
"That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour
"Of noon, flies harmless; and that very voice,
"Which thunders terror thro' the guilty heart,
"With tongues of feraphs whispers peace to thine.
"'Tis fafety to be near thee fure, and thus
"To clafp perfection!" From his void embrace,
Mysterious Heaven!) that moment to the ground,
A blacken'd corfe, was ftruck the beauteous maid.
But who can paint the lover as he stood,
Pierc'd by fevere amazement, hating life,

Speechlefs, and fix'd in all the death of woe!
So, faint resemblance! on the marble tomb,
The well diffembled mourner stooping stands,
For ever filent, and for ever fad.

THOMSON

CHA P. XVII.

JUNIO AND THE ANA.

OON as young reason dawn'd in Junio's breast,
His father fent him from these genial ifles,
To where old Thames with conscious pride surveys
Green Eton, foft abode of every Muse.

Each claffic beauty he foon made his own;
And foon fam'd Ifis faw him woo the nine,
On her inspiring banks. Love tun'd his fong;
For fair Theana was his only theme,

Acafto's daughter, whom in early youth
He oft diftinguifh'd; and for whom he oft
Had climb'd the bending cocoa's airy height,
To rob it of its nectar; which the maid,
When he prefented, more nectareous deem'd.
The sweetest fappadillas oft he brought;
From him more sweet ripe fappadillas feem'd.
Nor had long abfence yet effac'd her form;
Her charms ftill triumph'd o'er Britannia's fair.
One morn he met her in Sheen's royal walks;
Nor knew, till then, fweet Sheen contain'd his-all.
His tafte mature approv'd his infant choice.
In colour, form, expreffion, and in grace,
She fhone all perfect; while each pleafing art,
And each foft virtue that the fex adorns,

Adorn'd

Adorn'd the woman. My imperfect strain
Can ill defcribe the tranfports Junio felt
At this discovery: he declar'd his love;
She own'd his merit, nor refus'd his hand,
And fhall not Hymen light his brightest torch
For this delighted pair? Ah, Junio knew
His fire detefted his Theana's house!-
Thus duty, reverence, gratitude, confpir'd
To check their happy union. He refolv'd
(And many a figh that resolution cost)
To pass the time, till death his fire remov'd,
In vifiting old Europe's letter'd climes :
While fhe (and many a tear that parting drew)
Embark'd, reluctant, for her native ifle..

Tho' learned, curious, and tho' nobly bent
With each rare talent to adorn his mind,
His native land to ferve; no joys he found.
Yet fprightly Gaul; yet Belgium, Saturn's reign;-
Yet Greece, of old the feat of every Mufe,
Of freedom, courage; yet Aufonia's clime
His steps explor'd, where painting, mufic's ftrains,
Where arts, where laws, (philofophy's best child)
With rival beauties his attention claim'd.
To his juft-judging, his inftructed eye,
The all-perfect Medicean Venus feem'd
A perfect femblance of his Indian fair:
But when she spoke of love, her voice surpass'd
The harmonious warblings of Italian fong..

Twice one long year elaps'd, when letters came,
Which briefly told him of his father's death.
Afflicted, filial, yet to Heav'n refign'd,
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Soon

Soon he reach'd Albion, and as foon embark'd,
Eager to clafp the object of his love.

Blow, profperous breezes; fwiftly fail, thou Po:
Swift fail'd the Po, and happy breezes blew.

In Bifcay's ftormy feas an armed fhip,
Of force fuperior, from loud Charente's wave
Clapt them on board. The frighted flying crew
Their colours ftrike; when dauntlefs Junio, fir'd
With noble indignation, kill'd the chief,
Who on the bloody deck dealt flaughter round.
The Gauls retreat; the Britons loud huzza;
And touch'd with fhame, with emulation stung,
So plied their cannon, plied their miffile fires,
That foon in air the hapless Thunderer blew.
Blow, profperous breezes; fwiftly fail, thou Po:
May no more dangerous fights retard thy way!
Soon Porto Santo's rocky heights they 'fpy,
Like clouds dim rifing in the diftant sky.
Glad Eurus whistles, laugh the fportive crew;
Each fail is fet to catch the favouring gale,
While on the yard-arm the harpooner fits,
Strikes the boneta, or the fhark infnares:
The little nautilus, with purple pride
Expands his fails, and dances o'er the waves :
Small winged fishes on the shrouds alight;
And beauteous dolphins gently play'd around.
Tho' fafter than the Tropic-bird they flew,
Oft Junio cried, Ah! when shall we fee land?
Soon land they made: and now in thought he clasp'd
His Indian bride, and deem'd his toils o'erpaid.
She, no lefs anxious, every evening walk'd

On

On the cool margin of the purple main,
Intent her Junio's vessel to defcry.

One eve (faint calms for many a day had rag’d}
The winged Dæmons of the tempest rose ;
Thunder, and rain, and lightning's awful power
She fled could innocence, could beauty claim
Exemption from the grave; the ethereal bolt,
That ftretch'd her fpeechlefs, o'er her lovely head
Had innocently roll'd.

Meanwhile, impatient Junio leap'd afhore,
Regardless of the Dæmons of the ftorm.

Ah, youth! what woes, too great for man to bear,
Are ready to burft on thee? Urge not fo
Thy flying courfer. Soon Theana's porch
Receiv'd him; at his fight, the ancient slaves
Affrighted fhrick, and to the chamber point :--
Confounded, yet unknowing what they meant,
He enter'd hafty –

Ah! what a fight for one who lov'd fo well!
All pale and cold, in every feature death,
Theana lay; and yet a glimpse of joy

Play'd on her face, while with faint faltering voice,
She thus addrefs'd the youth, whom yet the knew:
"Welcome, my Junio, to thy native shore!
Thy fight repays this fummons of my fate :

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"Live, and live happy; fometimes think of me: "By night, by day, you still engag'd my care;

And, next to God, you now my thoughts employ: "Accept of this-My little all I give; "Would it were larger"- -Nature could no more; She look'd, embraced him, with a groan expir'd. But fay, what strains, what language can exprefs D 5

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