But ah! what means this filence in the grove, Where oft the wild-notes footh'd the love-fick boy? Why ceafe in Mary's bower the fongs of Love, The fongs of Love, of Innocence, and Joy? When bright the lake reflects the setting ray, Rut who thefe Nymphs that thro' the copfe appear And wave in folemn pomp the boughs of yew. Supreme in grief, her eye confus'd with woe, Such was the pomp when Gilead's virgin band, And with fair Iphis by the hallowed strand By the refplendent cross with thistles twin'd, "Oh "Oh stay, yê Dryads, nor unfinish'd fly 66 Implores your ftay, implores to join the strain. "See, from her cheek the glowing life-blush flies; "Alas, what faultering founds of woe be thefe! "Ye Nymphs, who fondly watch her languid eyes, "Oh fay, what music will her foul appease!" "Refound the folemn dirge, the Nymphs reply, "And Melancholy wake her melting power: "For Art has triumph'd; Art, that never ftood "And o'er her fame has breath'd its blighting dew, "But come, ye Nymphs, ye woodland Spirits, come, "O fing what fmiles her youthful morning wore, Voi, III. "O! whether "O! whether by the mofs-grown bushy dell, "Or whether fportive o'er the cowflip beds, "You thro' the fairy dales of Teviot glide, "Or brush the primrose banks while Cynthia sheds "Her filvery light o'er Efk's translucent tide; "Hither, ye gentle Guardians of the Fair, "By Virtue's tears, by weeping Beauty, come; "Unbind the feftive robes, unbind the hair, "And wave the cypress bough at Mary's tomb. "And come, ye fleet Magicians of the air, "And thro' this grove bid Mary's fortune's glide: "And let the fong with folemn harping join'd, "And wailing notes unfold the tale of woe." She spoke, and waking thro' the breathing wind From lyres unfeen the folemn harpings flow. The fong began, "How bright her early morn ! "What lafting joys her fmiling fate portends! "To wield the awful British scepters born, "And Gaul's young heir her bridal-bed afcends. See, round her bed, light-floating on the air, "Far with the Loves each blissful omen fpeeds, "And ftruggling Factions shake her native throne. "No more a Goddess in the swimming dance "May't thou, O Queen, thy lovely form difplay; *No more thy beauty reign the charm of France, "Nor in Versailles proud bowers outshine the day. "For the cold North the trembling fails are spread; "Thy future woes in boding fighs confest! a a The unhappy Mary in her infancy was fent to France, to the care of her mother's family, the House of Guife. The French Court was at that time the gayest and most gallant of Europe. Here the Princess of Scotland was educated, with all the diftinctions due to her high rank; and, as foon as years would allow, fhe was married to the Dauphin, afterwards Francis II. On the death of this monarch, which closed a fhort reign, the politics of the Houfe of Guife required the return of the young Queen to Scotland. She left France with tears and the utmost reluctance; and on her landing in her native kingdom, the different appearance of the country awakened all her regret, and affected her with a melancholy, which feemed to forebode her future misfortunes, "A nation ftern and ftubborn to command, As weeping thus they fung, the omens rofe, The House of Holy Roodin fullen ftate, Bleak in the shade of rude pil'd rocks appears; No nodding grove here waves the sheltering bough; Beneath the gloomy clouds of rolling fmoke The high pil'd city rears her Gothic towers; The ftern-brow'd caftle, from his lofty rock Looks fcornful down, and fixt defiance lowers.b These circumstances, defcriptive of the environs of Holy Rood House, are local. Yet, however dreary the unimproved November view may appear, the connoiffeur in gardening will perceive, that plantation, and the other efforts of art, could eafily convert the profpect into an agreeable and moft romantic fummer landscape. Domeftic |