As lucid ftreams refresh the fmiling plain,

Op'ning the flow'rs that on their borders grow;
As grateful to the herb, descending rain,
That fhrunk and wither'd in the folar glow:

So, when his voice was heard,

Affliction disappear'd ;

Pleasure with ravish'd ears imbib'd the found;

Grief with its sweetness footh'd,

Each cloudy feature smooth'd,

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And ever-waking care forgot th' eternal wound.

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SUCH elegance of taste, fuch graceful ease,
Infus'd by heav'n, thro' all his manners fhone;
In him it seem'd to join whate'er could pleafe, 195
And plan the full perfection from its own :
He other fields and other fwains had known,
Gentle as thofe of old by* PHOEBUS taught,
When polifh'd with his lute, like him they spoke
and thought.

* He was faid to polish the fwains, when, in revenge for forg ing the bolt which killed his fon, he flew the CYCLOPS, and was doom'd to keep the flocks of ADMETUS.

THUS

THUS form'd alike to blefs, and to be blefs'd, 200
Such heav'nly graces kindred graces found ;
Her gentle turn the fame, the fame her taste,
With equal worth and equal candour crown'd:
Long may fhe fearch creation's ample round,
The joys of fuch a friendship to explore;

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But, once in him expir'd, to joy she lives no more.

As nature to her works fupremely kind,

His tender foul with all the parent glow'd;
On all his race, his goodness unconfin'd,

One full exhaustlefs ftream of fondness flow'd; 210

Pleas'd as each genius rofe

New profpects to disclose,

To form the mind, and raise its gen'rous aim;

His thoughts with virtue warm'd,

At once infpir'd and charm'd;

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His looks, his words, his fmiles transfus'd the facred

flame.

SAY ye,

X.

whose minds for long revolving years

The joys of sweet society have known,

Whose mutual fondness ev'ry hour endears,

Whose

Whose pains, whose pleasures, and whose fouls, are

one;

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O! fay, for you can judge, and you alone,
What anguish pierc'd his widow'd confort's heart,
When from her dearer felf for ever doom'd to part,

His children to the scene of death repair,
While more than filial forrow bathes their eyes; 225
His fmiles indulgent, his paternal care,

In fadly-pleafing recollection rife ;

But young DORINDA, with distinguish'd fighs,
Effufing all her foul in foft regret,

Seems, while fhe mourns his lofs, to fhare a fa

ther's fate,

WHETHER the day its wonted courfe renew'd,
Or midnight vigils wrapt the world in shade,
Her tender tafk affiduous fhe purfu'd,

To footh his anguifh, or his wants to aid ¿
To foften ev'ry pain,

The meaning look explain,

And scan the forming with ere yet exprefs'd;

The dying father smil'd

With fondness on his child,

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And, when his tongue was mute, his eyes her good

nefs blefs'd.

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AT

XI.

AT length, fair mourner! ceafe thy rifing woe; Its object ftill furviving feeks the skies,

Where brighter funs in happier climates glow, And ampler scenes with height'ning charms furprise There perfect life thy much-lov'd fire enjoys, 245 The life of gods, exempt from grief and pain, Where in immortal breasts immortal tranfports. reign,

YE mourning swains, your loud complaints forbear
Still he, the Genius of our green retreat,

Shall with benignant care our labours chear, 250
And banish far each fhock of adverse fate;
Mild funs and gentle show'rs on spring shall wait,
His hand with ev'ry fruit fhall autumn store
In heav'n your patron reigns, ye fhepherds, weep

no more.

HENCEFORTH his pow'r fhall with your *LARES

join,

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To bid your cots with peace and pleasure smile;
To bid difeafe and languor ceafe to pine,
And fair abundance crown each rural toil:

While birds their lays refume,

And spring her annual bloom,

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Domestic gods.

Let

Let verdant wreaths his facred tomb adorn

To him each rifing day

Devout libations pay:

i

In heav'n your patron reigns, no more, ye fhepherds, mourn.

Felices ter, et amplius,

Quos irrupta tenet copula, nec malis

Divulfus querimoniis

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Suprema citius folvet amor die.

ET others travel, with inceffant pain,

HOR,

The wealth of earth and ocean to fecure,

Then, with fond hopes, carefs the precious bane;

In grandeur abject, and in affluence poor.

But