From early dawn the livelong hours she told,
Till late at silent eve she penn'd the fold:
Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade,
A various wreath of odorous flowers she made:
Gay-motley'd' pinks and sweet jonquils she chose;
The violet blue that on the moss-bank grows;
All-sweet to sense, the flaunting rose was there;
The finish'd chaplet well-adorn'd her hair.

Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, By love conducted from the chase away; Among the vocal vales he heard her song; And sought, the vales and echoing groves among; At length he found, and woo'd, the rural maid; She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd; "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"

The royal lover bore her from the plain; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu.

That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia; see the Modern History of Mr. Salmon.

Fair happy maid! to other scenes remove;
To richer scenes of golden power and love!
Go leave the simple pipe, and shepherd's strain;
With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign!
"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd;
"And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"

Yet, 'midst the blaze of courts, she fix'd her love On the cool fountain, or the shady grove; Still, with the shepherd's innocence, her mind To the sweet vale, and flowery mead, inclin'd; And, oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers, Breath'd his soft gales, and led the fragrant hours, With sure return she sought the sylvan scene, The breezy mountains, and the forests green. Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band! Each bore a crook, all-rural, in her hand: Some simple lay, of flocks and herds they sung; With joy the mountain, and the forest rung. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd; "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!”

And oft the royal lover left the care And thorns of state, attendant on the fair;

Oft to the shades and low-roof'd cots retir'd;
Or sought the vale where first his heart was fir'd:
A russet mantle, like a swain, he wore;

And thought of crowns, and busy courts, no more.
"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd;
"And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"

Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. What if in wealth the noble maid excel? The simple shepherd girl can love as well. Let those who rule in Persia's jewell'd throne Be fam❜d for love, and gentlest love alone; Or wreath, like Abbas, full of fair renown, The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown. Oh happy days! the maids around her say; O haste; profuse of blessings, haste away! "Be every youth, like royal Abbas, mov'd; "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!"

ECLOGUE IV.

AGIB AND SECANDER;

OR,

THE FUGITIVES.

SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA.

TIME, MIDNIGHT.

IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd,
Each swain was blest, for every maid was kind;
At that still hour when awful midnight reigns,
And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains;
What time the moon had hung her lamp on high,
And past in radiance through the cloudless sky;
Sad, o'er the dews, two brother shepherds fled
Where wildering fear and desperate sorrow led :
Fast as they prest their flight, behind them lay
Wide ravag'd plains; and vallies stole away: