Nor will she deign to pour her mystic strain. Observe her caution and conceal her verse, So shall her future lays your future deeds rehearse : The mountain echoes pleas'd shall hear the sound, Old heroes ghosts shall lean from clouds around, To hail the blooming Chief, with early laurels crown'd! S3 то MISS WALLIS, WITH A SPRIG OF CRIMSON HEATH WHICH GREW ON THE SUMMIT OF A MOUNTAIN. "Those looks demure that deeply touch the soul, "Where, with the light of thoughtful Reason join'd, "Shine lively Fancy, and the feeling heart." THOMSON. MUSE that lov'st the lonely mountain, Cliff abrupt, and rocky glen, Rushy dell and mossy fountain, Free from strife and far from men : Muse that lov'st to worship Nature Speaks her Nature's darling child. Nurs'd on Inspiration's bosom, She in youth's luxuriant blossom Deck'd with chaste and artless graces, When the virgin's sweet suffusion, 'Tis not that thy tragic sister 'Tis not that applausive thunder Shakes the scene when she appears, That she draws the gaze of wonder, 'Tis not that capricious fashion Hails her idol of the day; But that general adulation O'er her breast obtains no sway. That the charities and duties Lovely WALLIS, these are graces That awake the Muse's flame; And to these sequester'd places Have convey'd thy honour'd name Pattern bright of filial duty, Kindest sister, truest friend, On thy innocence and beauty Keep and wear this crimson blossom, Place it near thy generous heart, 'Tis a charm that from thy bosom Can repel detraction's dart. On yon mountain's summit ærial, No voluptuous scents exhaling, Type of virtue's wreaths victorious, Flowering on the craggy height, Those who mount with ardour glorious Pay their labour with delight, |