Nor by yon fountain's fide, Along the valley, can fhe now be found: Can aught of her espy, But the fad fecret earth where her dear relics lie. V. O fhades of Hagley, where is now your boast ? You she preferr❜d to all the gay reforts pomp of cities, and the pride of courts. Her modest beauties fhun'd the public eye; To your fequefter'd dales And flow'r-embroider'd vales From an admiring world the chofe to fly; And banish'd every paffion from her breast, Whose holy flames with energy divine The conjugal, and the maternal love. VI. Sweet babes, who, like the little playful fawns, Were wont to trip along thefe verdant lawns By By your delighted Mother's fide, Who now your infant fteps fhall guide ? Ah! where is now the hand whofe tender care Το every Virtue would have form'd your Youth, And ftrew'd with flow'rs the thorny ways of Truth? Olofs beyond repair! O wretched Father left alone To weep their dire misfortune, and thy own! From folly, and from vice, their helpless age to fave? Where were ye, Muses, when relentless Fate To guard her bofom from the mortal blow ? Could not your fav'ring pow'r, Aonian maids, Whate'er your ancient fages taught, Your ancient bards fublimely thought, And bade her raptur'd breaft with all your fpirit glow? VIII. Nor VIII. Nor then did Pindus' or Caftalia's plain, Befet with offers dank, b Nor where Clitumnus rolls his gentle ftream, d Nor yet where Meles, or Iliflus ftray. Ill does it now beseem, That, of your guardian care bereft, To dire disease and death your darling fhould be left Now what avails it that in early bloom, When light fantastic toys Are all her fex's joys, With you she search'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 PROPERTIUS. d The Meles is a river of Ionia, from whence Homer, supposed to be born on its banks, is called Melifigenes. e The Iliffus is a river at Athens. 5 Italia's Italia's happy genius could produce; Bright-fparkling could inspire ; Moft favour'd with your smile, Of all these treasures that enrich'd her mind; X. At least, ye Nine, her fpotlefs name Come then, ye virgin fifters, come, And ftrew with choiceft flow'rs her hallow'd tomb. Thou, plaintive Mufe, whom o'er his Laura's urn O come, and to this fairer Laura pay XI. Tell how each beauty of her mind and face Was brighten'd by fome fweet, peculiar grace! Through her expreffive eyes her foul diftin&tly spoke! Tell Tell how her manners by the world refin'd And uncorrupted Innocence ! Tell how to more than manly sense Of more than female tenderness: How in the thoughtless days of wealth and joy, To every want and every woe, The balm of pity would impart, And all relief that bounty could beftow! Beneath the bloody knife, Her gentle tears would fall, Tears from fweet Virtue's fource, benevolent to all. XII. Not only good and kind, But ftrong and elevated was her mind: A spirit that with noble pride Could look fuperior down On Fortune's fmile or frown; |