You she preferr'd to all the gay reforts Where female vanity might wish to fhine,. And flow'r-embroider'd vales From an admiring world fhe chose to fly; And banish'd every paffion from her breast, Whofe holy flames with energy divine The conjugal and the maternal love. VI. Sweet babes, who, like the little playful fawns, Who now your infant steps fhall guide? To every Virtue would have form'd your Youth, O wretched O wretched Father left alone Το weep their dire misfortune, and thy own! How shall thy weaken'd mind, opprefs'd with woe, And drooping o'er thy Lucy's grave, Perform the duties that you doubly owe, From folly, and from vice, their helplefs age to fave? VII. Where were ye, Muses, when relentless Fate To guard her bofom from the mortal blow? Whate'er your ancient fages taught, Your ancient bards fublimely thought, And bade her raptur'd breast with all your spirit glow? VIII, Nor then did Pindus' or Caftalia's plain, Or Aganippe's fount your steps detain, Nor in the Thefpian vallies did you play, a Nor then on Mincio's bank Befet with ofiers dank, Nor where Clitunnus rolls his gentle stream, Nor where through hanging woods Nor e yet where Meles or Iliffus ftray. Ill does it now befeem, That, of your guardian care bereft, To dire disease and death your darling should be left, IX. Now what avails it that in early bloom, With When light fantastic toys Are all her fex's joys, you fhe fearch'd the wit of Greece and Rome? And all that in her latter days To emulate her ancient praise a The Mincio runs by Mantua, the birth-place of VIRGIL. The Clitumnus is a river of Umbria, the refidence of PRO PERTIUS. The Anio runs through Tibur or Tivoli, where HORACE had a villa. d The Meles is a river of Ionia, from whence HOMER, fupposed to be born on its banks, is called Melifigenes. • The Iliffus is a river at Athens. Italia's Italia's happy genius could produce; Bright-sparkling could infpire, By all the Graces temper'd and refin'd; Most favour'd with your smile, The pow'rs of reason and of fancy join'd Of all these treasures that enrich'd her mind, X. At least, ye Nine, her spotless name 'Tis yours from death to fave, And in the temple of immortal Fame With golden characters her worth engrave. Come then, ye virgin fifters, come, And ftrew with choiceft flow'rs her hallow'd tomb. But foremost thou, in fable vestment clad, With accents sweet and fad, Thou, plaintive Mufe, whom o'er his Laura's urn Unhappy Petrarch call'd to mourn, O come, and to this fairer Laura pay A more impaffion'd tear, a more pathetic lay. XI. Tell XI. Tell how each beauty of her mind and face Was brighten'd by fome fweet, peculiar grace. How eloquent in every look Through her expreffive eyes her foul diftinctly spoke Tell how her manners by the world refin'd Left all the taint of modifh vice behind, And made each charm of polish'd courts agree And uncorrupted Innocence ! Of more than female tenderness : How in the thoughtless days of wealth and joy, Her kindly-melting heart, To every want, and every woe, The balm of pity would impart, And all relief that bounty could bestow! Ev'n for the kid or lamb that pour'd its life Beneath the bloody knife, Her gentle tears would fall, Tears from sweet Virtue's fource, benevolent to all. 4 XII. Not |